I'm not good at this green tea princess

Chapter 110
Sensing Murong Feng's gaze, Meng Ci tilted his eyes and smiled provocatively at him.

With such a little bit of tattered evidence, you think you have the chance to win. Does Liang Jingru give you the courage?

She walked to the desk calmly, glanced at the invitation card, and nodded: "Well, it is indeed my handwriting!"

Song Zhong frowned: "Mr. Meng has admitted it. He will be lenient when he confesses, and strict when he resists. This Hu Pai is a damned person. If you can take the initiative to plead guilty, according to the laws of Dachu, you can also be sentenced lightly!"

Meng Ci looked at Song Zhong with a smile, and said, "Master Song, why are you so anxious, I haven't finished talking yet!"

As she spoke, she glanced at Shen Yi.

Shen Yi stepped forward, took out two pieces of paper from his pocket, spread them flat and placed them on the table.

Everyone looked over and found that they were two identical handwritings.

Song Zhong frowned: "Meng Ci, what kind of mystery are you playing with? Before His Majesty, speak directly!"

On the contrary, the Minister of Rites from the Ministry of Rites stepped up and walked over. After looking around carefully, he let out a long hey.

Emperor Chu glanced at Eunuch Shou beside him.

Eunuch Shou came down and presented the two pieces of paper to the emperor.

As expected of being an emperor, Emperor Chu saw the tricks at a glance: "How can the contents of these two pieces of paper be so precisely consistent?"

Father Shou understood, stacked the two pieces of paper together, and took a photo against the light, and found that the two pieces of paper seemed to be fused together, no matter the distance between the characters or the direction of the strokes, they were exactly the same.

You know, even if the same person writes the same word, it is impossible to achieve such a precise similarity.

Meng Ci looked calm: "Your Majesty, if you cover up all the other words on the two sheets of paper, the third line of this word will be the content of the invitation that Hu Pai received!"

Eunuch Shou acted according to the instructions, and the remaining line of words was exactly the same as that of the invitation, not only the content was the same, but also the handwriting was exactly the same.

The courtiers talked one after another.

This thing seems to be tricky!
Song Zhongtou Tie, still asking: "If Mr. Meng deliberately wants to prepare like this, it is not impossible! It's hard to spend so much thought, what exactly do you want to prove?"

Meng Ci sneered, and looked Song Zhong up and down: "Master Song sat in the position of the left servant of the Ministry of Criminal Justice, is it because he is darker than others?"

"This is such an obvious thing, you really can't find it at all?"

"That invitation is a forgery, and of the two manuscripts I submitted just now, one has my handwriting in the middle, and the other is copied by the forger!"

Meng Ci smiled, looking like a good teacher: "Master Song, if there is anything you don't understand, I can continue to explain it to you!"

Song Zhong gritted his teeth with hatred, and said in a deep voice: "Who can guarantee that these two manuscripts are not all written by yourself, do you have any witnesses?"

It was still negligent, thinking that the little bastard hid him somewhere else last night and interrogated him overnight to get this thing.

There should be no outsiders present.

In this way, the veracity of this evidence can be attacked.

Meng Ci smiled even more cheerfully, and clapped his hands heavily: "Master Song still has brains, and I really have witnesses!"

With that said, Shen Yi took out another stack of thick paper, on which were detailed information such as names and addresses, and Meng Ci showed the paper to everyone, saying: "These are my witnesses!"

"You can call any number of people to testify!"

"By the way, I have also found the person who forged my handwriting."

She will briefly talk about the matter of setting up a trap to catch the nine fingers. Anyway, if she doesn't talk about it now, it will be revealed sooner or later.

After she finished speaking, she clapped her hands, and Nan Wu and Nan Ge led the people in.

Meng Ci frowned slightly.

Didn't they tell the two brothers and sisters not to show up, why...

But now is not the time to worry about these.

Jiuzhi was taken off the black cloth bag on his head, saw the resplendent imperial study room, and saw the bright yellow voice on the throne, he was terrified.

Shen Yi put the invitation in front of his eyes, and asked coldly, "You wrote this, right?"

Jiuzhi's lips trembled constantly, and he shook his head.

This, of course this cannot be admitted!

Shen Yi raised his eyebrows, and followed up the two manuscripts: "Then one of these two is written by you, you should always remember it!"

Jiuzhi's eyes widened in an instant, he looked at Shen Yi, then at Meng Ci, especially when he stayed on Meng Ci's beautiful eyes for a long time, his whole body seemed to have his spine removed, and he fell limp to the ground .

Meng Ci smiled brightly: "It's okay if you don't admit it, I have plenty of witnesses, and when the time comes, just find a few people to confront you!"

When it came to this matter, Jiuzhi couldn't understand the current situation. He kowtowed and said in a trembling voice, "Damn the grass people, damn the grass people, the grass people are just greedy for money, and they didn't know that things would develop to this point!"

This Jiuzhi is a brainy person, and he already wants to understand what happened.

Chu Huang asked coldly: "Who told you to forge this post?"

Meng Ci is just an ordinary son of the Hou family, why did he attract such murderous intent?
The people behind this scene are probably targeting Yongchanghou's mansion, Yongchanghou's battlefield killings, countless blood debts, and they are not good at flattering in the court, offending many people.

Emperor Chu gently looked at the armrest with his hand, and his eyes were full of considerations: Who is it that wants to cut off the only blood of the Hou Fu?
Chu Huang's thinking was a bit off, but it was a good thing for Meng Ci.

Jiuzhi couldn't bear the pressure of the emperor, so he said a name tremblingly.

Someone will check soon.

The young man with red sleeves also changed his words, saying that the sky was gloomy, maybe he was wrong, maybe that person is not Mr. Meng, but he looks a bit like him.

Chu Huang just glanced at Song Zhong with a half-smile, stroked the golden gleaming faucet on the chair, and did not speak.

Song Zhong's heart was already filled with fear.

Never expected that things would progress to this point.

The behind-the-scenes person who went to capture Jiuzhi has not yet returned, and Chunniang, who was forgotten in the corner of the hall, is still shivering.

She didn't know what kind of fate was waiting for her.

Murong Feng stood up at this time, and he went straight to Chunniang, condescending to help her up, and said very gently: "Chunniang, don't be afraid, tell everyone, who made you Do you know who is the real culprit behind this incident?"

"Father is here, and he will enforce the law impartially, be lenient when confessing, and be strict when resisting!"

Meng Ci frowned, Murong Feng stepped forward at this time, could it be that he was holding back some bad idea!

Shen Yi's movements were faster than her brain, and he came to Murong Feng in a flash, held his wrist unceremoniously, and said in a flat voice, "King Rui, your management is wider than the Jingdu River!"

"On the day when Hu Pai's accident happened, you helped find the murderer all over the street, and you kept saying that Miss Nange was my younger brother, but now you come to care about Chunniang. What kind of drama is this?"

　Sick, tired and cold, lying dead on the bed and need your dear ones to hold you high...

　　
　
(End of this chapter)