Thinking of this, Wang Wenxiu felt even more uncomfortable.

"I'm telling Special Envoy Wang that because the skin on my back has been peeled off, standing up will involve the wound, and I can't stand for a long time." Wang Wenxiu felt uncomfortable, and Zhao Yang also felt bad, so he reminded Wang Wenxiu.

"Left or right, give the little lady a chair and let her sit down." Considering that the skin on Aunt Wang's back was skinned and it would be easy to injure the wound while standing, a chair with a backrest was specially arranged for her.

"No." An official immediately brought a chair with a backrest.

Wang Dalang helped Aunt Wang sit down on the board. The two of them looked at Jia Luo with angry expressions on their faces.

One of the siblings was skinned, the other was sad, and they had no good impressions of all the lamas in red.

Wang Wenxiu saw that the status of the Han people was so low. If he could not rectify the name of the Han people, he would be in vain to serve as a supervisor of the country for a little saint.

Thinking of this, he was stunned: "Take the prisoner."

Everyone couldn't help but look outside to see what the prisoner looked like.

This person is indeed a lama, but he is just a man wearing red clothes and a sinister face, about forty years old.

While struggling, he shouted loudly: "I am a lama."

Although he made a fuss, he was still escorted by the security team officers.

Duoji was originally anxious and uneasy. After coming in from the outside, he lowered his head and did not dare to look at the crowd. He could only look around secretly.

But Jialuo, who was wearing red, his eyes lit up and he couldn't help but look towards Jialuo for help.

When Jialuo saw Duoji, he did not comment, but nodded slightly towards him.

Seeing Jialuo's gaze, Dorje suddenly calmed down.

"Duoji, do you know this little lady?" Wang Wenxiu slapped the alarm, pointed at Aunt Wang, looked at Duoji, and asked in a deep voice.

This is a difficult question to answer. If we talk about understanding, it is obviously inseparable.

If he says he doesn't know him, he's lying.

Suddenly he rolled his eyes and had an idea: "Sir, this little monk doesn't know this little lady."

"You were the one who skinned this little lady, and you said you didn't know her. A monk, you're talking nonsense." Wang Wenxiu slapped the door on the wall and shouted loudly: "Pull her down and hit her fifty times."

"Sir, I really don't know this little lady, because I have never seen her face. Her face was facing the ground at the time." When he heard that he was about to be beaten fifty times, Duoji became anxious and said hurriedly.

Wang Wenxiu slapped the scarecrow again, smiled coldly, and shouted sternly: "Duoji, since you have seen the little lady's back, it is obviously you who skinned her."

"Sir, the monk didn't skin her." Duoji suddenly denied.

Could it be that Duoji knew the consequences would be serious and hurriedly denied it?

It seems that this Dorje, even though he is a lama, actually lies.

"Bring evidence and witnesses." Wang Wenxiu slapped the alarm again and ordered coldly.

The first thing that came up was a boning knife and a wide stool.

He Sian pointed to the boning knife and the stool and said, pointing to Duoji and said bitterly: "I reported to the special envoy of the king that when my subordinates entered the ritual hall of Xizhao Temple, they saw four lamas putting the young lady on this stool. It was exactly

This Duoji is taking a boning knife and peeling the skin off Aunt Wang’s back.”

"Special envoy, this is just your one-sided statement, and since this person named He is from the security group, he will naturally testify for you." Jialuo stood up at this time and asked Wang Wenxiu.

Not only that, Jia Luo also looked at La Jia and asked: "Laga, what do you think?"

Laga is a political governor, equivalent to a deputy prime minister.

He had been drinking butter tea with a nonchalant attitude, but he didn't expect Jia Luo to turn the question to him.

"Jia Luo, what's going on?" He put the butter tea on the table and asked with a bow.

We are all Tubo people, why don't we speak for the Tubo people?

Thinking of this, Jia Luo was so angry that he blew his beard and stared, wanting to step forward and beat La Jia.

But now that he had something to ask for, he had no choice but to keep this thought in his heart.

Jialuo gritted his teeth and tried to calm down his expression.

He bowed his hands to Lajia and asked in a deep voice: "Lajia, your surname is from the security group. Of course it is unfair to speak for the security group. Do you think that is the case?"

Not only Jia Luo looked at him, but Wang Wenxiu, Zheng Ding and others also looked at him to see how he would answer.

Lajia felt that she was in a dilemma. She felt uncomfortable whether she should answer or not.

On one side is the powerful security group, and on the other side is Pingzhang political minister Samana Bochan Bugara.

Although the security team is powerful, they are outsiders.

Although Jialuo is not as powerful as his opponent, he is a Tubo after all.
Chapter completed!