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Tan Feng didn't say anything, just drank another drink.

There was silence everywhere, only the wind and snow were left. I don't know how long it took before he spoke: "It's the Chinese New Year. On the way here, many people have hung up lanterns. The new emperor has ascended the throne. This year's fireworks should be better than in previous years." Even grander.”

Suddenly he walked to Zhao Wuling and sat down next to him, as if the old god was there.

"There are many visitors outside the door. Why don't you, Mr. Marquis, go and meet them?"

Zhao Wuling drank tea alone, the tea was full of aroma, and his brown eyes were deep: "See what they are doing!"

"Zi Zhen, you are indeed getting more and more powerful." Tan Feng smacked his tongue and stood up, planning to say goodbye: "To be honest, I have to go home to report that I am safe. I will not drink today's wine. If the young marquis doesn't As for other things, I’ll leave first.”

As usual, he was still used to leaving through the window. As soon as his hand touched the edge of the window, he was called to his side.

"and many more."

He turned around, and those dull brown eyes stared straight at him.

"Follow me to the Criminal Department."

The carriage quietly left the house from the small door. The quiet woody fragrance lingered in the carriage, making people drowsy. Tan Feng half-squinted his eyes, and a sea of ​​fire flashed in his mind.

The palace door was closed, and the queen fainted and fell to the ground before she could call for help. The emperor on the dragon couch looked frightened. He walked to the couch with a smile, his eyes particularly sinister: "Your Majesty, do you still remember my father Dong Hu?"

"Uh uh."

The emperor squirmed like a maggot, but he was still unable to free himself and watched helplessly as death came.

"It seems that Your Majesty has not forgotten. It's great. My father, brother, uncles, my whole family, and even the entire Dong family army will never forget His Majesty."

Qin Fen took off the candle lamp and sprinkled the kerosene on the curtain, methodically, like a dragonfly touching water.

The fire spread instantly, and the emperor struggled desperately, but in vain. He was finally submerged in the sea of ​​fire. Tan Feng calmly watched him die in pain
Stepping into the gate of the Criminal Department, a solemn atmosphere hit his face. Tan Feng walked behind Zhao Wuling boredly, and saw someone coming to greet him from a distance.

"Young master is here."

"Master Sun."

Sun Qian looked at Tan Feng behind him: "This is..."

Zhao Wuling then introduced: "This is Tan Zhanshi's second son, Tan Feng, and this is Lord Sun Qiansun of the Ministry of Punishment."

Tan Feng bowed his hands and said, "I'm here, Tan Feng, to see Mr. Sun."

Sun Qian nodded and said solemnly: "Second Young Master Tan, please show me your condolences."

Ok?
Tan Feng looked suspicious. Sun Qian saw that he didn't know, so he looked at Zhao Wuling in embarrassment. Zhao Wuling asked calmly: "Where is the body?"

"Please come with me."

Looking at the corpse lying in front of him, Qin Feng didn't react for a moment. He just stared at it blankly, motionless.

He knew the cause of death without telling him. There was a bloody skull on the forehead of the deceased, which looked very hideous and terrifying.

Sun Qian said: "All the criminal evidence has been collected. The murder weapon was a hammer, which was fatal with one blow. The murderer confessed to his criminal behavior."

Tan Feng finally made a move, and his voice was hoarse and dull: "Who is the murderer?"

Sun Qian: "Qin Huaixin."

"how come?!"

Tan Feng has speculated on countless people, but he has never doubted Tan Huaixin's character. Tan Huaixin is a nagging person who pays great attention to etiquette and rules. He looks like a staid old master, but he is an extremely elegant eldest son of aristocratic family.

In his heart, Tan Huaixin was like a brother. He really couldn't believe that his brother would pick up a hammer weighing several dozen kilograms and smash his father to death with his own hands.

In the prison, Tan Huaixin sat cross-legged quietly. His face, hands, and clothes were all stained with dazzling blood. He was so outstanding that Tan Feng recognized him at a glance.

"Brother!"

Tan Feng almost ran over, holding the iron door tightly, his joints turning white, and the cold touch spread from his palms to his limbs.

"Brother, it's me."

Hearing the sound, Tan Huaixin raised his head mechanically. After recognizing the person's face, he asked coldly: "What are you doing here?"

"Brother..." Tan Feng couldn't believe it. Tan Huaixin in his impression was sentimental, upright and enthusiastic. How could he ever be so cold and cold.

"I want to know what happened?" he asked dully.

Tan Huaixin put aside his head: "Just go and see the testimony. You don't need to ask me."

"I only listen to you!"

Only then did Tan Huaixin look at him. He stood up and walked forward slowly. Tan Feng grabbed his hand and pulled it tightly.

"In the end what happened?"

Tan Huaixin closed his eyes, and two lines of hot tears fell down his cheeks.

"Feng'er, you didn't get lost for no reason when you were young. In fact, it was your father's mistress who did it. When your mother found out, she had a big quarrel with him. From then on, she became heartbroken."

Not only Qin Feng, but also everyone in the prison pricked up their ears.

"Is this true?"

"This Tan Zhan has always been an upright person. He looks down on officials like Gao Wenliang who are inconsistent with their appearance. He never thought that there would be this past incident."

Sun Qian frowned, his testimony was not as careful as he said.

Zhao Wuling didn't say a word, but his expression became more and more playful.

Tan Huaixin suddenly became excited and held Tan Feng's wrist with his backhand, with tears in his eyes: "Do you know how your mother died?"

Tan Feng frowned: "Why...died?"

"It's him!"

Qin Huaixin gritted his teeth: "My mother was killed by him, and she was angry to death by his sanctimony. Feng'er, do you know why I didn't let you hang out in Hualiu Lane, because my mother was killed by the women there together with my father!"

"what?"

Tan Feng took a breath of air, not surprised, but terrified.

After living together under the same roof for almost a year, he didn't know that there were still these sordid past events. Tan Yingxuan was a kind father figure on weekdays. He looked very decent, but he was so sanctimonious behind his back.

Ginger is really old and spicy!
"Yesterday, I went to talk to him about something, and I saw a half-clothed Jin on his bed. Jin was not yet 16 years old. How could he do this..."

hiss--

"What an old pervert."

"Death is more than enough!"

"You're already a grandfather, and you do this to a little girl, you're a beast!"

"Master Qin killed well!"

The inmates in the prison accused Tan Yingxuan of his beastly behavior and shouted at Sun Qian that Mr. Tan was doing harm to the people.

Sun Qian glared and scolded sternly.

"quiet!"

Sun Qian is known as the ghost-faced Yama, and as soon as his voice came out, everyone was frightened into silence.

Here, Tan Feng felt dizzy after being hit again and again. Tan Huaixin grabbed his hand and wrapped him in the hot temperature.

"I acted out of anger. I had tried to persuade him countless times before, but he suppressed me in the name of my father. This time, he was angry that I was meddling in other people's business... Yingying and Jingzhi were there. If they find out about this, how can our Qin family lose face... Oh!"

Tan Huaixin shook off his hand and turned his back.

"You should go quickly and leave me alone. Don't tell Yingying these dirty things. She is pregnant and can't bear the stimulation anymore."

Tan Feng stood silent for a while, then nodded.

"Don't worry, brother, I will take good care of Yingying."

Tan Huaixin waved his hand sadly and urged: "Go back."