The Dishonest Son and The ‘Ghost’ Doctor Mother

  However, Wentian thought for a while, but couldn't figure out who this person was.

  But it is undeniable that this person must have been seen by himself, and he must be a relative of the emperor.

  Yes, I can’t wait to design and frame the master and Miss Yu, so I don’t think too much about those individuals. It's just that he wanted to know that there was something so bold in the middle. After knowing that Princess Tianfu of the Kingdom of Heaven was Jade Girl, he immediately had such a clumsy strategy.

Can't bear him to think, the trembling voice of the storyteller has already rang, "Fu Ye, there is nothing we can do, I can only do this. You do it well, let my wife and children go, they... "

"Shut up." Fu Ye yelled at him violently, kicked him again, and snorted coldly, "You asked for all this. There is nothing in the story I told you. Jump into the river and hang yourself to drink abortion pills. If you weren't too eager to make more money and listened to the shopkeeper, how could you exaggerate to such a degree, and you would be exposed to the lie all at once."

  "I..." The storyteller is a bit regretful. Indeed, he has saved that little selfishness and wants more money so that he can take his wife and children back to his hometown early and stay away from this place of right and wrong.

  Unexpectedly, stealing chickens will not result in eclipses, and the lies made up make his story unreliable at all.

"Master Fu, Master Fu, that kid was already prepared. You see, he actually had books bound up from the beginning. Moreover, he is the son of Lord Xiu, even if I don't say those exaggerated words, everyone believes it. It's still that young man."

   "Shut up." Fu Ye sneered, staring at him with a grim expression, "Don't make excuses for your failure, I tell you, there is only one person who can't complete the task."

  Mr. Storyteller was taken aback, and then he was shocked, holding the things in his arms back and forth, "You, what do you want to do?"

  Wen Tian suddenly frowned, before he had time to think about it, Fu Ye in the alley drew out the dagger suddenly, and put it horizontally on the neck of the storyteller.

  Mr. Storyteller only had time to snorted, then stared in disbelief, and fell slowly along the wall.

  Fu Ye ‘cang’, threw the dagger directly at his feet, and chuckled.

   Wen Tian clenched his fists involuntarily. This Lord Fu was so bold that he didn't even cover up his face in broad daylight, and he dared to kill people grandiosely.

  His eyes squinted, watching the Fu Ye still standing next to the corpse, the corners of his mouth curled up slightly, his smile was gloomy...and deceitful.

  Wen Tian always felt that something was wrong, something very wrong, it seemed that something was left out by him, and there was something he didn't think of.

   Before he had time to think about it, the Fu Ye suddenly threw something on the ground again.

  Wen Tian wanted to see clearly what the thing was, but a shrill voice of Lord Fu suddenly rang in his ears, “Ah, come here, kill, the guard of King Xiu’s Mansion killed.”

   Hearing that the sky's nerves suddenly collapsed, and finally knew what was wrong, right now, his heart tightened, his legs were lifted, and he wanted to jump onto the roof.

Unexpectedly, Lord Fu, who was still in the alley just now, turned in front of him. He grabbed his arm and laughed, "Wen Guard, where are you going? "

   "You..." Wen Tian discovered that the Fu master was very powerful, and he was obviously a master with his strength and dexterity.

  Wen Tian didn't have time to think about it, and slashed him on the spot. Fu Ye smiled, avoiding the past, but the next moment, his body slammed into the wall on the side and shouted in pain.

  Wen Tian frowned, and when he wanted to turn around, he saw that Jing Zhaoyin had already brought a pair of officers and soldiers in front of him.

   "Take it for me."

  The officers and men immediately shot, and surrounded Wentian.

  Wen Tian looked at Master Jing Zhao Yin with a sneer, so fast, Master Ye has been Jing Zhao Yin for so many years. This time, I am afraid that this is the first time he has been on a mission so quickly.

  Damn, all this is clearly a trap. It is not the point of the storyteller's utterance in the restaurant to corrupt the reputation of the prince. It is not the point that Fu Ye killed the storyteller. The point turned out to be... on himself.

  From the beginning, it was him who they wanted to design and deal with.

  Wen Tian’s lips pressed tightly, and seeing the officers and soldiers getting closer and closer, he could only froze in place at the moment. Can't escape, can't go, can't kill out, these people come prepared, as long as he resists and leaves, it is absconding in fear of sin, the prince...I am afraid that he will never escape the relationship anymore.

   A sly smile flashed at the corner of Jing Zhaoyin's mouth, and it finally fell on his hand. Lord Xiu, I can only blame you for making too many enemies, and the big guys have to deal with you.

  He waved his hand, and the officers and soldiers had already taken the rope, and they were going to tie Wentian to Wentian as a gesture.

  Wen Tian moved and looked at Jing Zhaoyin with a smile, "Master Ye, what are you doing by arresting me for no reason?"

"For no reason?" Jing Zhaoyin laughed, "Wen the guard, I think you should give you a chance because you are a person who repairs the palace. It is better to confess and be lenient. Otherwise, if you go to prison, then But you can't help it."

   "Master Ye is planning to get rid of the fight?"

   "Quiet fight into a move?" Master Ye laughed loudly, "Now that you have all the evidence, and the officer took you on the spot at the murder scene, how can it be regarded as a downturn on the spot?"

  "Personal evidence?" Wen Tian frowned.

  Master Ye waved his hand, and an officer came forward and took out the dagger beside Mr. Storyteller and a piece of paper that Lord Fu threw on the ground at that time.

  He slammed his hand up, and the folded paper unfolded. "Wen guard, there is the mark of your palace repairing on this."

  Wen Tian's nerves suddenly collapsed. This is... it is the printing and binding agreement signed by Nan Nan and the printing workshop this morning. How can this thing belong to that Fu Ye?

  Damn, he remembered, the person who discussed with the printing workshop was always Boa. Bo'er can only do a few tricks of a three-legged cat. That Fu Ye is a master. If you want to take the opportunity to get something from Bo'er, it's not difficult.

   Master Ye saw that he did not speak, his expression was slightly satisfied, and he raised his hand again, and an officer and soldier had come over with Fu Ye who had hit the wall.

  As soon as Lord Fu arrived in front of Jing Zhaoyin, he was soft and weak as if he was an old man without the power to bind a chicken. He knocked Jing Zhao Yin, "My lord, Ah Fu, the old man, just saw it with his own eyes. It was this man who killed the old man who fell in the alley."

  Wearing the sky, frowning, looking at Fu Ye, who was kneeling on the ground with no momentum, suddenly woke up, he finally remembered, and remembered who this Fu Ye was and what kind of person he was.

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