From the moment she was caught down the mountain, Yao Si knew that things were not good, and Xianxiong Jian's death was strange. Last night, she looked at the punch that Xin Xiran shot. Although she could not stop it, it was impossible for that punch to kill someone.

Secondly, she and Qiu Zhan became murderers. After hearing what the shopkeeper said yesterday, Liao Weizhang should know that she and Qiu Zhan didn't even touch a single head of the Xiong Jian.

And the words of the yamen runner just now, Xin Xiran---Yao Si was in a mess, Qiu Zhan was even more confused. The two were being detained in a prison car at this time, and people along the way were frequently watching and discussing.

The yamen runner who drove the prison van was so annoyed that he said fiercely: "What are you looking at? These two are murderers, let's get out of the way."

When they heard that it was a murderer, the onlookers were so scared that they could not help but take a few steps back, and the discussion became louder. Someone didn't know who started to start, but a cabbage in his hand slammed on the prison cart, which scared Yao Si and Qiu Zhan to tremble.

Yao Si has never experienced such a scene where everyone shouted and beaten, let alone she was wronged. Qiu Zhan seemed to have experienced a lot, except for being a little scared, and seemed to have never heard of outsiders' comments at all.

When my father took him to beg along the street, he was also very angry and beaten.

Yao Si hesitated for a moment, looked at the people watching next to him with a cold look, and said word by word: "I, Yao Si, have never done anything, even if I kill me, I will not admit it."

I am just a student of Yangshan Academy and did not kill anyone. This is a great injustice.”

She knew that just a few words could not change anything, but she had to show her innocence. Even if no one believed it, she had to say that she would not be silent, nor how to remain silent.

It's enough to say it once, but if you say too much, you will be unintentional. After Yao Si said that, he turned his head and closed his eyes and kept his mouth shut, allowing the people next to him to speak and he could make up for it.

Seeing her like this, Qiu Zhan closed his eyes and sat upright. He had received countless rolling eyes and insults since he was a child, and had tasted all the faces of these people who were taking advantage of the situation. Only by not fighting can one exchange for a moment of peace.

There were already people outside Jingzhao Mansion. Obviously everyone had heard of this incident. The one who died this time was the eldest son of the Zhan Shi Mansion. It was a big deal. These two people might not be able to calm Xiong Cang's anger.

Yao Si and Qiu Zhan were shackled and held in court and knelt on the ground. Liao Weizhang sat in the hall with a strange expression. He slapped the auspicious tree, "The prisoner is in the hall, and the name is reported."

"Student Yao Si"

"Student Qiuzhan"

As soon as Qiu Zhan finished speaking, he heard an angry voice roaring: "Disaughter, I want you to bury my Jian'er with me."

Before he could react, he suddenly felt a sharp pain on his back. He was kicked and leaned forward. His chest was shackled in front of him, and his neck and arms were numb.

But the man was not satisfied, so he stepped forward and grabbed Qiu Zhan's back collar, holding up his fist to hit him.

Yao Si was furious and suddenly stood up and said, "Stop, the court attacked and hurt people. If you openly despise the court, are you dead to be Jingzhao Yin?"

Liao Weizhang's face was not good-looking, but it was hard to do. He slapped the auspicious wood and said, "Stop it, there is no noise in the court. Come on, please invite Lord Zhan to the back hall to rest."

Xiong Cang looked at Yao Si resentfully and cursed angrily: "You witch, you must die a good death, you must die a good death. I want you to be buried with you, I want your whole family to be buried with you."

Yao Sihan looked at the person in the hall with a face. Silence is better than sound. Liao Weizhang was so surprised by her hair. He was just a little girl, but her eyes were so sharp that he couldn't help but feel cold in his heart.

Xiong Cang was sent to the back hall by coaxing him, and the people watching outside the hall were already in a panic. Those who pointed and pointed and started shouting that the murder was paid for their lives. I don’t know who took the lead, but everyone finally shouted in unison, "Murder for their lives", as if it was about to become an uncontrollable public outrage.

Qiu Zhan slowly got up, stretched out his hand and touched the blood stains on the corner of his mouth with difficulty, and knelt on the ground and said nothing. He had already developed a habit and was numb to beat and scolding. He just needed to endure it. After these people beat and scolded enough, they would naturally leave.

Yao Si was pressed back to kneel on the ground again, and she still looked at Liao Weizhang with a cold face.

Liao Weizhang couldn't stand the naked gaze, and looked at Qiu Zhan and asked, "Where were you two last night at Youth?"

Yao Si sneered: "My sir, are you aware of me? Last night, I was troubled by three students from the Imperial College for dinner in Baocui Building. The shopkeeper even reported to the official position. We only met last night. Did you forget so quickly?"

Her words were thorny and mocking. Why couldn't Liao Weizhang hear it? He said calmly: "I am asking questions, just answer truthfully."

Yao Si could basically judge whether Xiong Jian was really beaten to death at this time, but she and Qiu Zhan were responsible for this matter.

Liao Weizhang didn't dare to look at him from beginning to end, because he was guilty. Xiong Jianruo was really dead, and the few people present yesterday could testify for her and Qiu Zhan, but in this way, Xin Xiran became the murderer.

Thinking of all the things today, Yao Si could almost judge that she and Qiu Zhan were unable to complain, so the man must protect his son and use her and Qiu Zhan as a scapegoat.

People with power in the court and the country are just untouchables who stand at the bottom. For those with high positions and powerful positions, their lives are like ants and they have no right to compete.

Liao Weizhang saw that Yao Si's eyes were a little empty, his face was a little sad, angry, unwilling, and despair. He sighed in his heart. It's a pity that such a smart girl is really a pity.

Qiu Zhan also looked lifeless. In fact, after going to court, he understood that only he and Yao Si were the only ones last night, and there was no third person.

Compared to Yao Si's anger, he was more like a compromise with fate. Yes, he was always the one who was trampled on. When he was begging with his father, he worked hard every day.

Every time my father goes out, he will tell him that if the father and the other two cannot meet today, they will be father and son in the next life. Every day, he will be determined to die and survive in the cracks.

He once thought that he was just a beggar and how could he dare to study? But since he was five years old, his father would always give him a book every once in a while. Even though he was wrinkled and even if it was so bad that he was already bad, he felt like he had a treasure.

My father always sang loudly when no one was around, and he would definitely win the top scorer in the future.

Qiu Zhan's eyes were wet. When he grew up, he realized that those books were all requested by his father to the rich family. He was beaten and scolded and exchanged them for the basically ragged books.

If there was no father, there would be no him Qiu Zhan.

He was begging all the way through his father, taking the boy exam, and his father was broken by two ribs, taking the provincial exam, and his father broke his leg bones, taking the mansion exam, and his father was beaten and his hand was off.

Whenever Qiu Zhan held the bloody scattered silver, he would tremble all over fear. He only remembered that his father begged the rich again and again. He was hit by a car, kicked by a horse, beaten by a horse, scolded by a father, refused to leave. Only when he needed the money, he would kowtow and send those people away with gratitude.

He didn't want to take the exam or study, but he didn't dare to say that his father did all this for his future, and he didn't dare to say a word, for fear of hurting his father's heart. He had no other way except to study hard.

My father always said that if he didn't see him home, don't look for him and study with peace of mind. He also asked him to make more wealthy friends in the academy and do not hinder his face in the difficult times and dare not ask for help.
Chapter completed!