Married a proud husband after farming

Chapter 1722 The identity of the murderer
Shrouded in great terror, the storyteller said in horror, "No, I'm not an accomplice, I didn't kill anyone."

Outside, the twilight was getting darker, and the dim light and shadow fell on Shen Cheng. It was bright and dark, making it difficult to see his expression clearly, but there was a sharp look from his eyebrows and eyes: "Fenglin Pavilion murders happen frequently, but you said It was the flower demon who seduced their souls and dug out their hearts, you used ghosts and gods to confuse the public, trying to exonerate the murderer, and you still say you are not an accomplice?"

"me,"

The storyteller's face was pale, his body was shaking like chaff, and he couldn't speak fluently.

Shen Cheng sneered: "If you are not an accomplice, why panic?"

The storyteller's mind was in a state of confusion, his eyes flickered, but he suddenly had a quick wit, and said, "The common people like to hear these strange things, and I made them up just to make a living. You are not from the government, and you have no proof." , why do you say that I am an accomplice?"

"Since you like to go to Dali Temple, then I will give you a ride."

The corners of Shen Cheng's lips curled up, and the storyteller's heart trembled suddenly, with a bad premonition.

"You, what do you want to do?" The storyteller was so frightened that his voice trembled.

Shen Cheng said to Lingyue: "Send people to Dali Temple, the minister of Dali Temple has solved countless cases, and the trial will surely reveal the truth."

What the truth came out in the trial, it was not a trick of torture, once he entered the Dali Temple, he would die.

The storyteller trembled all over, and said anxiously: "No, don't, don't send me to Dali Temple, I'll tell you, I'll tell you everything."

"Who ordered you?"

"The man covered his face. I don't know who he is. He gave me a bag of silver and asked me to make up a play of the flower demon's soul-hunting. I met a lot of people in the watchtower. Judging by his words and demeanor, it should be It's a general."

Shen Cheng was stunned, his eyes darkened slightly: "Why do you conclude that he is a soldier?"

The storyteller said tremblingly, "Although he changed his clothes, he didn't change his boots. He was wearing black leather boots."

With thought in Shen Cheng's eyes, the cold eyes swept over and stared at him: "Why didn't you report such an important matter to Dali Temple?"

The storyteller panicked and said: "I was afraid that he would kill me if he found out that I leaked the secret, so I concealed it. I am really not an accomplice. I know, I have said everything, I swear, there is no lie, please , let me go."

Shen Cheng said to Ling Yue: "Send him to Dali Temple."

Ling Yue lifted the storyteller up.

The storyteller's eyes widened in shock, and he struggled violently: "I don't want to go to Dali Temple, I know, I've said it all, why are you sending me to Dali Temple?"

Lingyue said coldly: "It's just going to Dali Temple to record a statement. If you don't have ghosts in your heart, what are you afraid of?"

When the storyteller heard the words, the panic expression on his face didn't fade, but he didn't struggle anymore.

The cook made the dinner, and Mrs. Li ordered the dinner to be served.

On the dining table, there was a large table full of dishes, and Shen Mu picked up a chopstick of fish sticks, and said pleasantly, "It's not fishy at all, it's delicious."

In Chang'an, from the royal family to the common people, they all like to eat fish cakes. The imperial cooks in the palace are also good at making fish cakes. In addition to one cook, there are two royal chefs bestowed by the emperor of Chu in the princess mansion. The fish meat is crystal clear, tender and refreshing.

Rong Jiu dipped the fish fillet in some special sauce and put it into Shen Cheng's bowl: "These fish were caught by a few little fellows with their own hands, Mr. Gong, you should try it too."

Mrs. Li served everyone a bowl of fish porridge, and then, Rong Jiu hugged Xiao Mi'er in his arms, allowing Rong Jiu to concentrate on eating.

(End of this chapter)