Married a proud husband after farming

Chapter 824
Cao Shangshu looked at Rong Jiu.

Rong Jiu asked Uncle Zhu to present a palm, dipped it in ink, pressed it on the paper, and printed a palm print: "This is the palm print of a dismembered corpse,"

As she spoke, she looked at Lingyue, and Lingyue took out a document from the sleeve cage, which also had her palm print on it: "This is what Xiaoxizi drew when she first entered the palace."

Rong Jiu handed the two palm prints to Emperor Chu: "These two palm prints are exactly the same."

Emperor Chu took it, examined it carefully for a long time, and said, "It really is exactly the same."

Lingyue showed it to the ministers again.

Yuan Gang glanced at it and sneered: "The palm prints are the same, what's so strange, whose palm prints are not the same?"

Rong Jiu didn't bother to pay attention to him, and said directly to Emperor Chu and other ministers: "Even if it is the same person, the palm prints of the two hands are different. In this world, people have similar appearances, but human palm prints are absolutely impossible. They are exactly the same, and they will not be changed for the rest of their lives, no matter how clever they are, they cannot be faked, if you don’t believe me, why don’t you give it a try?”

Emperor Chu said: "Ink on paper."

Even the emperor of Chu opened his mouth, and Yuan Gang had no choice but to follow the ministers to press the palm prints, and then asked the people outside the hall to press the palm prints as well. In contrast, there was no one that was exactly the same.

The crowd was amazed.

Xiao Yu's face was livid.

She thought that throwing Xiao Xizi's head away would be safe, but who would have thought that a person's palm print is also unique and cannot be faked.

No wonder she looked at her hands and laughed last night. It turned out that she was the one who gave her life.

Rong Jiu glanced at the ministers in the hall, and looked at Yuan Gang: "Master Yuan, what else do you want to say?"

Yuan Gang was like a clown jumping on the beam, making a scene for a long time, his face was a little helpless, his face was dark and he didn't speak.

Rong Jiu's face was cold, with a smile that was not a smile: "Master Yuan has yelled at the court several times, obstructing Mr. Cao's decision. I don't know if the man behind the scenes is Mr. Yuan?"

Yuan Gang became anxious, his eyes widened, and he said angrily: "You, you spout blood! Me, me."

"All the ministers, but Mr. Yuan is the only one who roared in the courtroom, committing such a heinous crime, which should not be tolerated, Mu Feng,"

"Princess,"

Yuan Gang suddenly felt something was wrong, and before he could suppress his panic, he heard her say: "Take off his court clothes, and beat him fifty!"

"Yes."

Yuan Gang jumped up in shock, angry and afraid: "You, how dare you!"

"As the Princess of Zhenguo, I have the right to deal with officials below the marquis. How can I not deal with you as a servant of the household department?" Rong Jiu sneered, "Do it!"

Mu Feng took off Yuan Gang's court clothes neatly, and hit him hard on the back with the wooden stick in his hand, directly hitting him on the ground.

"Ah" Yuan Gang howled miserably, the wooden stick fell on his body, he felt his skin was torn apart, and his bones were about to be broken, "Princess, princess, please forgive me, I know I'm wrong, princess, please forgive me, please forgive me!"

As soon as the wooden stick hit his body, Yuan Gang knew that after the fifty big boards were hit, he would definitely die.

Mu Feng was merciless, and at the tenth blow, Yuan Gang couldn't help but passed out.

Xiao Yu watched, the hand hanging by his side slowly tightened.

In the lobby, the smell of blood rushed towards his face, Ruan Jing trembled in his heart: "Princess,"

As soon as he opened his mouth, Rong Jiu glanced over coldly: "Could it be that Mr. Ruan is also going to try his own tricks?"

Ruan Jing's eyes trembled, and he didn't dare to say any more.

There was a dead silence in the hall, only the muffled sound of wooden sticks beating, which made the ministers tremble with fear.

At the end of the fight, flesh and blood flew and blood droplets splattered, and the faces of the ministers were all pale, and they were all shocked.

(End of this chapter)