Happy Marriage

Xia Ziwu was already full of disdain: "There's no need to invite those insignificant people to the hall, right? What's the use of talking nonsense?"

An Sheng smiled coldly: "This witness will definitely not disappoint the third sister."

The yamen in the hall whispered, and they were all surprised. An Sheng was imprisoned in prison. How could he make clever calculations, as if everything was under his control?

Jing Zhaoyin didn't dare to slack off at this time: "Continue to call witnesses."

An order was given to go down, and this time it was Dragon Boat Festival.

When Xue Shi turned his face, he glared fiercely: "What are you doing here? Don't talk nonsense! Be careful I will tear your mouth apart."

"Is mother speaking to intimidate my witness?" An Sheng asked immediately.

Jing Zhaoyin scolded displeasedly: "Xue Shi, how can you be presumptuous in the lobby?"

Xue Shi immediately died down: "Don't dare, don't dare."

It was the first time I saw such a majestic scene on the Dragon Boat Festival. As soon as I went to the hall, I lowered my head, my legs trembled with nervousness, came in tremblingly, knelt beside An Sheng, and stammered and said incompletely.

"Knock, knock to see Master Qingtian."

Jing Zhaoyin asked as usual: "Who are you? Sign up."

The Dragon Boat Festival trembled: "The maid is the servant girl in front of my young lady."

"Who is your lady?"

Dragon Boat Festival raised his face and pointed to An Sheng.

"Then what are you here to say? Who are you going to testify for?"

Jing Zhaoyin didn't speak harshly, and he was already scared enough for the Dragon Boat Festival. Tremblingly, he took out a handkerchief from his sleeve, and put it on with both hands respectfully.

"Master Qi, this servant heard that someone used a handkerchief yesterday to testify against my young lady for killing the young master Xue Xiuliang, saying that the handkerchief was left at the murder scene. However, my lady's handkerchief is still there, and she returned to the house yesterday. After that, along with the changed clothes, they were handed over to the maid for cleaning, and the handkerchief was caught in the clothes."

This time, not only everyone at the scene, but even An Sheng was a little surprised.

The piece of handkerchief that was presented to the court as evidence has never been seen or suspected. Because she did indeed go to the scene, and she did not deny the sophistry.

Now, Dragon Boat Festival holds a piece of Ropa with a dark pattern of plain butterflies and peony in his hand.

She looked at the handkerchief with a little surprise, her eyes flickered, and the bottom of her eyes was full of clouds, with mixed surprise, surprise, and disbelief. He was silent for a while.

Xia Ziwu and Xue Shi looked at each other: "How is it possible? Yesterday's veil was clearly Xia Ansheng's. How could she still have a veil?"

Jing Zhaoyin leaned forward halfway: "Bring it up!"

The yamen came forward, took the handkerchief from the Dragon Boat Festival, and presented it to the court case. Jing Zhaoyin picked up two handkerchiefs and compared them left and right, they were almost identical.

"They must have faked it, it's impossible!" Xia Ziwu was the first to express doubts.

After An Sheng was shocked, he had long since recovered his thoughts. But after thinking about it for a while, there is already a calculation in my heart.

"If I remember this veil well, it should have been cut out the fabric left over from the Luo skirt for you. Because the colors are beautiful and novel, my mother ordered the tailor to make a veil for each of our sisters. These veils The veil is exactly the same, and mine is still there, so it means that the veil left at the murder scene is not mine."

This rebuttal, coupled with the foreshadowing Shicai made, naturally attracted everyone's suspicious eyes to Xia Ziwu.

An Sheng asked again meaningfully: "Excuse me, third sister, where did your veil go?"

"My nature is in the house, can I still fly by myself?" Xia Ziwu snorted softly.

An Sheng remarked loudly: "Sir, my veil is here now. I suspect that the veil used as material evidence was left at the scene by the real murderer of Xue Xiuliang. I suspect that Xia Ziwu was the one who killed Xue Xiuliang. The real murderer, so I implore your lord to let her show her veil and the evidence of her alibi yesterday."

"It's just a joke, Xia Ansheng, why do you doubt me? Do you think that if you find an identical veil to confuse the public, you can put the blame on my head at will?"

Xia Ziwu retorted disdainfully: "Be careful of getting slapped in the face for a while."

An Sheng was not quick to talk.

Jing Zhaoyin turned to interrogate Xia Ziwu: "Then may I ask, what were you doing when Xue Xiuliang was poisoned the day before yesterday?"

Xia Ziwu dismissed it: "I wanted to eat Qiu Pear Cream the day before yesterday, so I took the girl Changjing to eat Qiu Pear Cream."

"Where is Changjing now?"

Xia Ziwu pouted at the outside of the hall: "It's just outside."

"Let's pass on the maid Changjing."

Not long after, Chang Jing was ordered to bring it, and she also lowered her eyebrows to please her eyes, but she was calm and calm, looking much bolder than the Dragon Boat Festival.

"Changjing, this official asks you, where are you and your young lady after the afternoon of the day before yesterday?"

Chang Jing said without hesitation, "The day before yesterday, the young lady said that her throat was thirsty and she wanted to eat Qiu Li ointment, so she took her servants out of the house to eat it specially."

Xia Ziwu snorted smugly, nostrils facing the sky.

An Sheng's heart sank. Saying a thousand words and ten thousand, even if it is eloquent and eloquent, even if it is the evidence of the crime under his control, if Chang Jing testifies for Xia Ziwu, and Xia Ziwu has not seen Xue Xiuliang the day before, then all the previous conclusions can be overturned. In vain.

Jing Zhaoyin glanced at An Sheng, and then asked Changjing again, "Have you always followed your lady, inseparable?"

Chang Jing thought for a while, then shook her head honestly: "No, the servants in the middle left for a while."

"What time? How long have you been away?"

"At the time of Youshi, my young lady suddenly said that she wanted to eat Zhenjicheng's time-honored sauce pig's hand, and ordered her servants to go buy it. As a result, the shop's business was very good the day before yesterday, and people lined up to buy it. And the pig's hand was a little short of waiting. I just waited for a while before I bought it back, it was already dark."

"In other words, how long did you leave for about half an hour?"

Chang Jing glanced at Xia Ziwu and nodded honestly, "Yes."

An Sheng snorted coldly: "How long? Enough for her to go back and forth."

"Fart!" Xia Ziwu suddenly became annoyed: "I stayed where I was the day before yesterday, waiting for Chang Jing to come back, and I didn't go anywhere."

"Evidence." An Sheng said indifferently: "Or, take out your veil to prove that it's not yours, but someone else."

Xia Ziwu sneered: "Then just wait."

She turned her face and instructed Changjing: "Changjing, go back to the house and bring Miss Ben's handkerchief and throw it on her face so that she can see clearly!"

"Yes, ma'am."

Chang Jing took the lead, and Jing Zhaoyin sent a yamen to follow Chang Jing back to the Xia Mansion.

Everyone took a break.

Meng Jingxian was always excited.

When she first encountered such a disaster, in addition to being uneasy, panicked, and a little scared, she was just trying to calm down.

She was righteously prepared that generosity would be difficult, but unexpectedly, Xia Ansheng turned defeat into victory, directly blaming Xia Ziwu, refuting the other side speechless.

She didn't know how Xia Ansheng had a clever plan to conjure up so many witnesses overnight. It was obvious that the two of them were inseparable last night.

Therefore, she worshipped An Sheng more and more.

She didn't know that An Sheng just saw the opportunity from the note in his palm.

An Sheng conveyed his suspicions to Leng Nanxian through Yu Jingyun. Leng Nanxian devised a plan, but overnight, he had already obtained a lot of clues.

Then, Leng Nanxian told Xia Ansheng all these clues.

"Xue Xiuliang died of arsenic. The handkerchief left at the scene should belong to Xia Ziwu. The witness is outside the mansion."

A short sentence is tantamount to confirming An Sheng's conjecture.

It was Leng Nanxian, not Xia Ansheng.

Xia Ansheng didn't know anything except that Leng Nanxian would definitely not disappoint himself.

Moreover, An Sheng was also certain that Xia Ziwu's veil would definitely not be found.

Because her veil is on the court, in Jing Zhaoyin's hands.

She hesitated for a long time, struggling in her heart.

In the end, her conscience was wiped out by her, and hatred prevailed.

She decides to be wrong.

She began to think about how to attack from the lobby for a while, making Xia Ziwu speechless and convicted of the crime in one fell swoop.

Chang Jing and the yamen quickly rushed back.

Xia Ziwu asked Chang Jing with her eyes, but Chang Jing lowered her head and did not speak.

Xia Ziwu's face was obviously ugly.

After being promoted to the hall again and shouting Tang Wei, Chang Jing knelt on the ground and replied truthfully: "Master Qi, my lady's veil is gone."

"What!" Xia Ziwu stood up first with a look of disbelief: "How could it be lost?"

"Not only that." Chang Jing hesitated, as if he had something to say.

The yamen who accompanied Chang Jing back to Xia Mansion just now took a step forward and presented a paper bag in his hand to the lobby: "Master Qi, we found this in the locked box of Miss Xia San."

Xia Ziwu stretched his neck and looked, not knowing what it was, how could it be related to this case?

Jing Zhaoyin carefully opened the paper package, his face changed suddenly: "Arsenic!"

"Yes, lord, the villain thinks that it should have something to do with this case, so I brought it here together."

"How is that possible? How can there be such a thing in my suitcase?" Xia Ziwu was not only flustered, but also a little scared: "Someone must have deliberately framed it!"

An Sheng chuckled: "Why is it impossible? Xia Ziwu, what else do you have to say?"

Xia Ziwu reluctantly calmed down: "Of course I have something to say. It's just a joke. My cousin and I have no grievances. What should I do to kill him? You have to think clearly if you want to shirk the guilt and pass it on to others."

An Sheng smiled slightly: "Since I say this, it is natural to have a purpose. A month ago, you were driven back to the mansion by the Meng family, and you forged a grudge with Miss Meng at the gate of the academy, hating her to the core. It just so happened that you met the downfall. Xue Xiuliang, paid off the debt for him, and then asked him to follow Miss Meng secretly, trying to get hold of Miss Meng, be coerced by you, or use this to bring Miss Meng into disrepute, right?"