Ye Feng was dressed in coarse linen clothes, with an upright posture, and stood silently in the middle of the room to receive the review from the Royal Academy.
His face was slightly pale, maybe he was injured or sick?
Master Rong said sharply, "Ye Feng, did you kill the dean?"
Ye Feng's eyes were clear and he answered directly without thinking, "No."
"The witnesses and physical evidence are all there, but you still dare to make excuses." Master Rong threw a hairband in front of Ye Feng.
The hairband was made of rough material and was exactly what he often wore before entering the Royal Academy.
He is the only one in the Royal College of Notre Dame who would wear such a shabby headband.
"Today Gu Chunuan tore your sleeves and tore off a section of your hair tie. When you went to change clothes, he also changed your hair. You were wearing this hair tie at that time.
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Ye Feng's cold eyes glanced at the familiar hair tie on the ground and did not deny it.
Everyone looked at the headband on Ye Feng's head. The headband was equally simple, but it was obviously different from the one he wore in the evening.
"Tell me, why did you kill the dean?" Master Rong asked again.
Ye Feng raised his eyes to look at Master Rong and said word by word, "I did not kill the dean."
"Bang……"
Master Rong shattered the table in front of him and pressed forward step by step, wanting to beat Ye Feng to death.
"You said you didn't kill the dean, so let me ask you, did you go to the library at 3:00 today?"
"have."
"Then have you seen the dean?"
"No……"
"Nonsense, the dean entered the library at 2:00 p.m., and you got into a quarrel with the dean." The night watchman said loudly.
Shangguan Fuzi interrupted, "Then when did you leave the library?"
"Two quarters of Hai hour."
"You entered the library to see the dean?"
"Yes, the dean asked me to meet at the library at three o'clock in the morning, but I couldn't wait for him for a long time."
The servant who watched the night turned green with anger, "Nonsense, the two of us left at 3:30 p.m., and you didn't leave at all before the dean entered the library."
Ye Feng's back was as straight as a green pine and strong bamboo. Facing their questions, he pursed his lips tightly and did not reply.
Seeing Ye Feng's expression, everyone became even more convinced that it was Ye Feng who killed the dean.
Master Rong was heartbroken, "The dean was so kind to you and gave you his cherished Wen Yuanzhu. How could you be so cruel as to kill the dean? Has your conscience been eaten by a dog?"
Ye Feng's eyes hurt and he clenched his hands tightly.
Master Xu couldn't stand it anymore. His hands were shaking for a long time and he couldn't say a complete sentence.
"Ye Feng, Ye Feng, I value you so much. I never thought you would dare to kill the dean. He regards you as his grandson."
"I have already told you that Ye Feng, a poor and poor scholar, cannot have such great talent. He must have an ulterior motive for coming to the Royal Academy, but you just refuse to believe me."
"That is, if he is really just an ordinary commoner, how can he be proficient in all kinds of music, chess, calligraphy and painting? Is he rich enough to study and learn the piano?"
"I didn't expect that our college would actually have a white-eyed wolf. Ye Feng, tell me, what is your purpose in coming to the Royal College?"
The corner of Ye Feng's mouth moved, as if he wanted to refute something, but couldn't find a reason to refute.
"Come here, take down Ye Feng. He killed the dean and must pay for it with his life."
"Wait a moment."
Gu Chunuan shouted fiercely, stood up slowly, stood side by side with Ye Feng, and said loudly, "I believe Ye Feng did not kill the dean."
She was smiling, and her smile contained trust, frankness, and warmth.
Ye Feng trembled slightly, as if he didn't expect that Gu Chunuan could trust him without any doubt.