Shen Ning watched with cold eyes, having already seen the truth of the matter clearly.
But this week the county magistrate still didn't realize it.
She originally didn't want to be in the limelight, but seeing that the county magistrate's brows were getting tighter and tighter this week, and his face was filled with sadness, so he calmly stepped forward, cleared his throat, and spoke slowly:
"If you want to prove who told a lie, there is the simplest way. You will know once you try it."
Her voice was clear, translucent, melodious and melodious, attracting everyone's eyes to look at her.
Zhuifeng's heart suddenly tightened.
You must know that this is the country of Xichu, and her identity is the Queen. If someone recognizes her identity, it will be very bad.
Who knows that he really thinks too much.
At this time, Shen Ning was wearing coarse cloth clothes worn by ordinary people. She stayed in the mountains and forests for another day and night. Her sleeves and skirt were torn by thorns, and her face was covered with dust and dirt. She was so dirty. It has long been difficult to see clearly the true face.
Only one pair of eyes is still black, clear and piercing.
The others only glanced at her and saw that she was an unspectacular little country girl, and they all looked disapproving.
"Where did this little girl come from? What nonsense are you bragging about! Even the county magistrate can't do anything, so what can you do!"
"That's right, stay where it's cool and don't get in the way."
The pork seller had an impatient look on his face and stretched out his big palm like a cattail leaf fan, ready to pull Shen Ning aside.
Unexpectedly, before his hand could touch the other party's clothes, he suddenly felt a pain in his wrist, which was already held by a hand.
"It hurts! It hurts! It hurts!" He was so painful that he was sweating. At some point, a young man in gray clothes appeared next to the country girl. His face was expressionless and he grabbed his wrist with one hand.
The pork seller was horrified. The young man in gray clothes looked tall and thin, like a bamboo pole, but his hand strength was surprisingly strong. Even he, a pig butcher, could not reach half of the opponent.
"Don't be rude to my master." Zhui Feng let go of his hand coldly and glanced around with a pair of cold eyes.
He didn't look amazing, but his whole body exuded a cold and repulsive aura, making everyone around him take a step back involuntarily.
"Your master...who is your master?"
The pork seller asked in surprise as he rubbed his still painful wrist.
Zhui Feng didn't say anything, just glanced at Shen Ning.
"This little girl... this little girl is your master?" the butcher took a breath.
Zhui Feng was noncommittal, but his silence was tantamount to acquiescence.
The pork seller couldn't help but rub his eyes and looked at Shen Ning again, but all he saw was a ragged little girl.
She, the master, was not as well-dressed as her subordinates.
"It doesn't matter whose master I am, what matters is where your lost money is."
Shen Ning's unhurried words immediately attracted everyone's attention.
The pork seller perked up and said anxiously: "Little girl, did you see the person who stole my money? It's the mushroom seller, right?"
Shen Ning shook her head and said, "I didn't see it."
The pork seller looked disappointed and said angrily: "Since you haven't seen anything, how can you know anything?"
Shen Ning blinked and smiled: "I didn't see anything, but it doesn't mean I don't know anything. For example, I know that one of you two lied. I also know that you lost the money." where."