"That's not impossible." Feng Qingcang lifted the corner of his clothes, with a smile in his eyes, pressing step by step, "Where were you when something happened to the Crown Princess?"
"I am here..." Feng Qing stopped halfway through his words.
Feng Qingcang continued, "It's almost noon now, and it's almost time to eat. Shouldn't the prince be with the princess at this moment? How could she stay alone in the room?"
Xin Mo'er flashed her big shiny eyes and started to cheer, "Oh!! It turns out that you are the murderer of the arson!"
"What are you talking nonsense?" Feng Qingjue glared at her angrily.
Xin Mo'er said without caring, "You don't even dare to say where you are going. What's the matter if you are not the murderer?"
"You should turn it over, turn it over, turn it upside down, and push all the crimes on the heads of the little princess and father. If you are right, you will still be fine."
"Hmph! This little princess is not so unfair. If you don't tell me what you are today, we will go back to the capital and judge the emperor's grandfather!"
Xin Mo'er said a lot, blocking Feng Qingjue's entirety into her stomach.
When Feng Qingjue heard that she was going to report this matter to the emperor, he became anxious and said nothing, "I just went to get rid of my hands!"
Xin Mo'er looked at him in surprise as if she saw an African elephant and said disdainfully, "Do you do it? Is it peeing or stool? But whether it's you peeing or stool, it may not take that long.
?The fire seemed to have lasted for about an hour before it was put out. Even if you were stool, you would have been relieved in a quarter of an hour. What did the Prince of the Crown Prince do in the remaining hours?"
Feng Qingjue's face was comparable to the bottom of the pot, and there were signs of trembling at the corners of his lips.
Xin Mo'er raised her eyebrows and said with a joking tone, "Don't tell me the little princess, the prince's prince squatted in the pit for an hour. This joke is a bit big."
"I... I did squat for an hour!" Feng Qingjue's face looked very ugly. It was precisely because he squatted for an hour that he was embarrassed to say it in front of so many people.
After all, he is the crown prince who is arrogant and the future emperor. If such embarrassing things are spread, it will not be a joke.
But now he doesn't care about so much, he must first protect his reputation. If he is really accused of assassinating the Crown Princess, then the first person who has an objection to him is Zuo Wan's prime minister's father Zuo Zhong.
Zuo Zhong has always been liked by the emperor, and there are many aides in the court. With just one word from the Zuo Prime Minister, he can get the support of other court officials without any effort.
If the disfigurement of Zuo Wan is spread today and Prime Minister Zuo mistakenly thinks it was his crime, then the Prime Minister's party will break up with him and will no longer support him.
What's more, if this matter is passed on to the father, he thinks that he has a bad character and a bad reputation. If he makes his father dislike him, his position as the crown prince will be in danger.
"How is it possible?! You can squat for an hour in the toilet? I'm afraid that normal people will be stinking to death!" Feng Qingyu said a helping voice. He was venting his anger with Xin Mo'er. He just heard him
When he said that Xin Mo'er was the murderer, he was very annoyed.
What's more, he and Feng Qingjue are not in harmony on weekdays. Feng Qingjue's mother often suppresses his mother because her son is the crown prince. Now that he has a chance, he must not ridicule him severely.
The other people's eyes were the same as those of Xin Mo'er and Feng Qingyu's eyes, and they completely disbelief.
Feng Qingjue never expected that this would happen today, and everyone would point Mao Tou first.
However, if he can climb to the position of prince, he can see that he is a careful and cautious person.
"It is impossible for me to be the prince. This prince does not benefit me at all. I have no motive for me to kill." Feng Qingjue did not lose his own way and said rationally.
"Then how do you explain? Where did you go in the remaining hours?" Xin Mo'er smiled, her eyebrows were all curved.
She is happy to do anything that can hit Feng Qingjue.
He went down, maybe his father would go up.
If the father becomes the emperor, she will be the princess that everyone admires!
A princess’ title is no match for a princess.
Who knew that if someone knew about the little abacus in her heart, she might be angry to death again.
"I said this! I was squatting in the toilet the previous hour!" Feng Qingjue said angrily.
He remembered that he had nothing to eat today, and it was impossible for him to get rid of his stomach. However, the previous hour, his stomach hurt and couldn't sit still for a moment. Only by squatting down can he feel better.
This has just improved, but who knows that such a thing will happen?
I condensed my mind and recalled it.
Only two hours ago, a young monk gave him a bowl of tea, and he never tasted any other food or tea.
Thinking about it now, the little monk's actions were indeed a bit suspicious, something flashed through Feng Qingjue's mind.
If there is really a problem with the tea of that little monk, then all this was deliberately arranged by someone today, not only to kill Zuo Wan, but also to weaken his power!
The only person who is meticulous and has the ability to do these things and is incompatible with him is only one person present!
Feng Qingcang!
"Um..." Zuo Wan, who was in a semi-coma due to burning and burning all over her body, couldn't help but feel pain and moaned.
Xin Mo'er glanced at Zuo Wan, whose facial features were twisted, and sighed, "I'm sorry, a beautiful woman who looks like a flower and jade. She looks like this. Her husband didn't go to find a doctor, but watched coldly.
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As soon as the words were finished, the monks who surrounded each other and some ordinary residents who came to burn incense nearby all pointed at Feng Qingyu and accused them.
Feng Qingjue's face sank to the bottom of the valley. At the beginning, he was only concerned about catching Feng Qingcang's little debater, and ignored the first aid of Zuo Wan.
Later, Xin Mo'er and Feng Qingyu were attacked one after another so that there was no room for return, so they just forgot.
Now that I heard Xin Mo'er's mockery, I remember that Zuo Wan's injuries were very serious.
Whether it is for the responsibility of being a husband or to maintain the image of his prince, he could not ignore his wife. He quickly squatted down and held Zuo Wan's burnt hand that looked like a haggard, and said gently, "Wan
Son, bear with it, Master Fanyin will arrive soon. It is said that he has a magic pill that will definitely restore your damaged skin to its original state. When you get better, let's find the murderer together."
Zuo Wan nodded with tears in her eyes.
Then he looked in the direction of Xin Moer and Feng Qingcang, with a strong sense of hatred in his eyes.
How could she not know who the real murderer behind this scene was?