Shen Xiaojia's eyes also lit up when the four words "Avengement" with iron paintings and silver hooks on the front of the white jade fan appeared.

He had been getting along with the old jailer for several years and had heard many stories about each other, including the secret of this white jade fan.

That's why he dared to go to the court today and confront Shen Rong, who covered the sky with his hands.

Jade fan, jade fan, is as majestic as a mountain, redressing injustice and bringing good to the world.

The main reason why Shen Xiaojia took Mr. Jiang to the prison yesterday was for this jade fan.

When Shen Rong exchanged white jade for blue bricks, he exchanged a bamboo fan for a jade fan.

The slap in the face after beating the drum to complain was actually the last chance for him to secretly communicate with Capt. Jiang, and the reason why Capt. Jiang slapped him one more time was to show that he accepted the job.

He has been waiting since the beginning of the case.

When Shen Rong showed his ferocious face, he used his power to bully others.

He is also waiting for this white jade fan that can bridge the status gap between him and Shen Rong.

When Shen Rong gave an order and the black warriors carrying horizontal swords walked into the court, Shen Xiaojia knew that the time he had been waiting for had come, so he winked at Capt. Jiang and continued to talk nonsense to delay time, preparing to give him the opportunity. Show some color.

Fortunately, the white jade fan finally arrived before the horizontal knife fell. The white fan surface and black ink characters were two colors, black and white, just like his hair, which was both ordinary and dazzling.

Shen Xiaojia was very happy. He was very happy that what the old jailer said yesterday was not a joke, but actually showed up with this fan. He was very happy that Captain Jiang did not disappoint him and actually went to the prison to give the old jailer a message. He was very happy. The look of Shen Rong lying on the ground and bowing his head like a dog is very interesting, and the pig liver color on his face is also very cute.

But this joy did not last long, it only lasted a few words.

"Hahaha, Zhu Tourong, you are also afraid of people! How about...are you surprised? Are you surprised?"

When Shen Xiaojia wiggled his butt like a proud big rooster and came to the old jailer with great satisfaction, he suddenly saw the three patterns on the back of the white jade fan, and his face suddenly froze, as if he had been struck by lightning.

Turtle, tortoise, and a big egg.

The ink is very new, so naturally it cannot be drawn by the person who wrote the words "Shen Yuan Zhao Xue".

"Did you draw it?" Shen Xiaojia whispered in a voice that only he and the old jailer could hear.

"The lotus stamens are indeed good wine..." The old jailer covered his mouth with a fan and responded softly, "I drank a whole jar yesterday, and I haven't felt drunk for a long time..."

"You are seeking death! If someone discovers this, it will be a disaster!"

"I no longer have nine tribes, I'm afraid of a hammer! Besides, I worked hard for the Holy One, vindicated so many unjust and false cases, and gathered so many sincere people's hearts, but in the end, the Zhu family wiped out all my relatives and left me alone... scolding What's wrong with him saying "turtle bastard!"

"Don't get excited, don't get excited, be careful... don't shake your hands, it's okay as long as you don't get seen," Shen Xiaojia exhaled a breath of thick air, sniffed slightly, frowned and said, "Are you drinking again?"

The old jailer chuckled, pinched the thumb and index finger of his right hand in the air, and said humbly, "A little bit."

"Are you still drinking at this time?" Shen Xiaojia stared at the old jailer's smiling face as bright as a chrysanthemum. He was so angry that he bit his lips and said, "Give me the fan! In case you drink later If you shake it off, our heads will have to move!"

"Hey, it's really not much. Drinking can make people brave. I only drank a little bit to strengthen my courage..." The old jailer reluctantly handed the white jade fan to Shen Xiaojia, and said with drunken eyes, "Okay, originally this one The fan is meant to be given to you, so I will take this opportunity to hand it over to you. This scene is grand enough, so take it!"

Many times, the more you try to do something well, the more you mess it up.

The fingertips of Shen Xiaojia's hands had just touched the bottom of the white jade folding fan, and the old jailer's hand had already been retracted.

The white jade fan instantly slipped from their hands and slowly fell to the ground.

Shen Xiaojia's pupils shrank, and he hurriedly used a move to find the moon under the sea, but still failed to catch the white jade fan.

Snapped!

The white jade fan kissed the ground in the horrified eyes of Shen Xiaojia and the old jailer, and then turned over, with the words facing down and the painting facing up, and landed in front of Shen Rong's head, kicking up a few wisps of smoke.

Shen Rong raised his head when he heard the sound, glanced blankly at the three patterns on the back of the white jade fan, and asked suspiciously, "Is this also the work of the Holy One?"

Yu Baichi, who was lying on the ground obediently, also raised his eyes to look at the white jade fan, then stood up, patted the dust on his body, pointed at Shen Xiaojia's nose and said, "Oh haha! You are finished...Judging from the color of the ink, the fragrance of the ink, It should be the pine smoke ink from the Fang family in the Yuecheng ink-making workshop. Obviously this cannot be the work of the emperor! Destroying sacred objects will, according to Daqing law, be regarded as the nine tribes of Yi!"

Shen Xiaojia was still in a daze, as if he was unaware of Yu Baichi's words. He stared blankly at the white jade fan and felt a chill on the back of his neck.

The old jailer scratched his head in embarrassment and quietly stepped back, pretending that it had nothing to do with him.

"Hahaha..." Shen Rong moved his neck a few times, slowly got up from the ground, and said with a cold smile, "It's indeed a surprise, it's really unexpected! I didn't expect that someone would be so bold as to touch the emperor's jade fan. Drawing turtles and bastards makes you really impatient... If your parents knew you were so brave, the coffin boards wouldn't even be able to hold you down!"

Shen Xiaojia grabbed the white jade fan with a cold look on his face, snorted coldly, and said inwardly, "One thing after another, now we are reviewing the three cases of the Moon God Festival, the explosion of the fireworks shop, the murder of the family in the ink making workshop, and the emperor's jade fan painting. We’ll talk about it later... What’s more, if you say it’s not, then it’s not right? Can’t the emperor just want to use the Fang family’s pine smoke and ink to graffiti on a whim?”

"Okay! Since you want to argue one by one, let's argue one by one!" Shen Rong chuckled and said simply, "The three cases you just mentioned have been tried, and the witnesses and material evidence are all If you are pointing at Young Master Yu and the old priest, then put them both in jail and behead them...Now we can discuss the treasonous crime of you and this old guy insulting sacred objects, right?"

Yu Baichi was stunned for a moment, turned to look at Shen Rong, with an expression of disbelief on his face, and said, "Lord City Lord... what did you just say..."

Shen Rong suddenly kicked Yu Baichi to the ground and said angrily, "I have tolerated you for a long time! Isn't it polite to interrupt at every turn? You are still a scholar, bah! You are such a heartless person. The murderer had better die far away, so as not to pollute the land of our Moon City..." He took a deep breath, put on a kind smile, and looked sideways at Shen Xiaojia, "How about it? Am I upright and awe-inspiring like this? Come on. Okay, let’s continue the topic we just talked about..."

Shen Xiaojia chuckled, gave a thumbs up and said, "Awesome! I originally thought you were only five feet tall, but I never thought you were shameless!" He turned sideways and clapped his hands, "High Priest, you heard me clearly. Already? The Lord of the City said he wanted to kill you Qiu Houwen, don’t you have anything to say?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the old priest staggered out from the left side of the court hall with a white cane, pointed at Shen Rong tremblingly and said, "Lord City Lord, you are really chilling! Little An Qian has served you for so many years, why don't you change Are you going to end up like this?"

Shen Xiaojia frowned, took out a piece of white wood from his arms, walked up to the old priest, put the wood in his hand on the handle of the white cane, blinked and said, "It fits perfectly! Old priest, this piece of snow-white wood is perfect. I found the pine wood in the ink-making workshop... Now the evidence is conclusive, it seems that as the mastermind behind the scenes, you are really going to be killed by Qiu Houwen!"

"The old man is not the mastermind behind the scenes!" The old priest blushed and gasped, "A few days before the Moon God Festival, the reason why I went to the ink-making workshop is because..."

"You are so stubborn that you still want to quibble with the irrefutable evidence!" Shen Rong suddenly interrupted the old priest and said loudly, "Here comes someone, slap me for three hundred dollars! Let this old thief know how to be an honest man!"

"No!" the nearest policeman responded simply, stepped in front of the old priest, took out a prepared wooden board from his sleeve, and slapped the old priest hard on the mouth.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The old priest's mouth was full of blood, and he whimpered and wanted to say something, but in the end nothing came out, his eyes went black, and he fainted.

"How dare you..." Shen Xiaojia was about to step forward to stop him, but was stopped by the other two policemen. He struggled to break away from the entanglement, but was still a step too late. He saw the old priest falling to the ground and stared at the policemen with splitting eyes. Quickly, he laughed angrily and said, "What a shame!"

Yu Baichi, who also fell to the ground, stared at the miserable state of the old priest. His heart became more and more frightened. He immediately jumped up from the ground and fled towards the door of the court in panic.

A squeaking sound.

A pair of scissors pierced Yu Baichi's chest, and a stream of blood shot out.
Chapter completed!