I am a thief in the Tang Dynasty

After a few breaths, he came back to his senses.

His lips trembled, and he said quickly:

"Sanlang, this, this is too much."

"Even if I sold all the property of the Song family in Yiyang, I still couldn't make up this amount!"

Fang Yiyi looked at Song Baoli in surprise and said:

"Can't you?"

"You are called Song Bancheng."

"This 1.8 million is not a problem for you at all."

"Mr. Song is refusing like this. I'm afraid you don't want to help His Majesty and the people of the world, right?"

At the end of his speech, Fang Yiyi's face was full of coldness, and his eyes were as sharp as a sword.

Xue Li, who was at the door, also cooperated and took a step forward.

The sword at the waist slowly unsheathed.

The friction between the blade and the scabbard made a harsh sound.

Song Baoli's face suddenly turned pale.

The three peerless beauties beside Fang Yiyi were all trembling.

He waved his hands hurriedly and explained in a panic:

"No, no, Saburo misunderstood."

"I really don't have that much money at home."

"Yiyang is poor, and these 150,000 strings of cash are already half of the wealth accumulated by the family over decades."

"If I really have that much, I will definitely give it all to you!"

Fang Yiyi looked at Song Baoli's expression.

Stroking his chin, he said:

"Mr. Song, I'm not going to hide anything from you."

"I am Fang Yiyi, and I am used to a life of debauchery."

"I can't inherit my grandfather's title either."

"When my grandfather passes away, the only one I can rely on is the princess."

"If you want to live a life of luxury and not be missed by others, you need money."

"It takes money to maintain relationships, to live a life of luxury, and even for my princess to secure her position as the marshal of the women's army."

"Of these 150,000 strings of cash, 100,000 strings of cash must be given to Grandpa and turned over to the court."

"Only 50,000 strings of cash can be pocketed by me."

"That's certainly not enough."

Having said that, Fang Yiyi took out a booklet from his arms and handed it to the beautiful woman beside him.

The beauty held the booklet sensibly and walked towards Song Baoli with lotus steps.

Song Baoli opened it and took a look.

His expression changed instantly and became gloomy.

After reading it once.

Snapped!

Song Baoli slammed the book shut.

With a gloomy face, he looked at Fang Yiyi with gloomy eyes.

After more than ten breaths.

He waved his hand.

The three beauties left quickly.

Song Baoli sat down on the couch leisurely, without any trace of his previous panic and humility.

He poured himself a cup of tea and said calmly:

"Duke Wei is really good at this."

“I found so many things.”

Fang Yiyi blinked.

He submitted the booklet.

It’s just that Zhao Heng, the governor of Yiyang, has been doing this over the years.

Evidence of cooperating with the Song family of Yi Yang to annex land and manipulate taxation.

Why did Song Baoli react so strongly?

I'm not pretending anymore.

Are you ready to confront him?

After a few breaths.

Fang Yiyi seemed to understand something.

He looked at Song Baoli calmly and said:

"Among all the dukes in the court, which one is simple?"

"What's more, my grandfather is the left prime minister of the dynasty, the head of the civil service."

"How can I hide this from my grandfather?"

"Mr. Song, tell me, how much are you willing to pay for your life?"

Chapter 653 I’m here to make money, not to die!

Song Baoli looked at Fang Yiyi with a normal expression.

After pouring a cup of tea for the other party, he said calmly:

"Sanlang, you'd better take a look at what's written in this book first."

After saying that, he pushed the glass cup filled with mutton fat ginger tea in front of Fang Yiyi.

Fang Yiyi frowned slightly.

His eyes fell on the book.

When Song Baoli sat down again.

Xue Li drew his sword and came to Fang Yiyi's side with a swift movement.

With his brows furrowed, he stared vigilantly at the men in black who suddenly appeared around him.

Fang Yiyi turned a blind eye to the changes around him.

I just picked up the booklet and started flipping through it.

After a quick glance, Fang Yiyi frowned.

Secret passage is not good.

Originally, this booklet should have contained evidence of Song Baoli's crimes of oppressing the people, annexing land, and colluding with officials.

Now, it has become evidence that Song Baoli is colluding with the remnants of the former Sui Dynasty and intending to rebel.

Given Grandpa's style of doing things, it is impossible for him to change the booklet midway.

It is even more impossible to change the booklet without telling him.

There can only be one possibility.

Yang Anling had connections everywhere and had already placed spies in Fang Xuanling or around him.

In other words, during this period of time, the people around them were bribed by Yang Anling.

I thought that this booklet had already been written yesterday.

Grandpa gave it to him this morning.

It can only mean that someone around Grandpa has betrayed him.

A hundred thoughts in a moment.

Fang Yiyi said with surprise:

"Hey, when did it become evidence of treason?"

"If you are plotting treason, no matter how much money you pay, you can't buy your life."

Song Baoli took another sip of mutton fat ginger tea.

The spicy and greasy taste filled the entire mouth.

He listened to Fang Yiyi's words and said calmly:

"That's what Saburo means."

"Is this booklet different from the one you took out?"

blah blah blah!

Fang Yiyi casually threw the booklet on the table.

He looked at Song Baoli with contempt as if he were a fool and said:

"I'm here for money."

"I'm not looking for death!"

"Give you the whole charge of treason."

"If I take your money and the truth comes out, not only will you die, but I will too."

"If you get pushed into a corner, I won't be able to get out alive."

"You think I would do something so stupid?"

"Or will you believe such a stupid frame-up?"

As he spoke, Fang Yiyi glanced at the many assassins around him who were holding swords.

His eyes clearly revealed panic.

Then he picked up the teacup and took a sip.

The dandy boy seems calm, but he is still arrogant.

But in fact, his expression of worry, fear and panic was fully revealed.

Song Baoli saw it all.

A sneer appeared in my heart.

He secretly cursed Fang Yiyi for being nothing but a playboy with all appearance of beauty and rottenness.

Simultaneously.

He had already made a judgment in his mind.

A chill rose in his heart.

It made him feel like he was haunted by death.

The evidence in the book is all true.

The only one who knows this clearly is that person.

There is no one else.

Song Baoli took a deep breath and waved his hand.