However, Wen Tian thought for a long time and couldn't figure out who this person was.
But it is undeniable that this person must be someone he has met, and he must be someone... a relative of the emperor.
That's right, there are only those people who are so eager to frame the master and Miss Jade without thinking too much. But he wanted to know who was so bold among them, and immediately came up with such a clumsy plan after knowing that Princess Tianfu of Tianyu Kingdom was Miss Jade.
He couldn't allow him to think too much, and the storyteller's trembling voice had already sounded, "Master Fu, there is nothing we can do. This is all I can do. Please do a good job and let my wife and children go. They... "
"Shut up." Master Fu yelled at him angrily, kicked him hard again, and snorted, "You brought all this on yourself. There was nothing in the story I told you. Jump into the river and hang yourself and drink abortion pills. If you weren't too greedy and wanted to make more money, how could you have exaggerated to such an extent after hearing what the shopkeeper said, and your lie was exposed immediately."
"I..." The storyteller felt a little regretful. Indeed, he had saved that little bit of selfishness and wanted to make more money so that he could take his wife and children back to his hometown as soon as possible and stay away from this place of right and wrong.
But he didn't expect that he would lose the money by stealing the chicken, and the lies he made up made the story he told not believable at all.
"Master Fu, Master Fu, that child has been prepared for a long time. You see, he actually had the book bound from the beginning. Moreover, he is the eldest son of Prince Xiu. Even if I don't say those exaggerated words, everyone believes it. He is still the little prince."
"Shut up." Fu Ye sneered and stared at him with a ferocious expression. "Don't make excuses for your failure. I tell you, there is only one fate for those who fail to complete the task."
The storyteller was stunned for a moment, then frightened, and backed away holding the things in his arms, "You, what do you want to do?"
Wen Tian suddenly frowned. Before he could think about it, Mr. Fu in the alley suddenly pulled out his dagger and drew it across the storyteller's neck.
The storyteller only had time to groan, then stared in disbelief and slowly fell down along the wall.
Fu Ye threw the dagger directly to his feet with a bang and sneered.
Wen Tian couldn't help but clenched his fists. This Mr. Fu was so brave. He dared to kill people openly in broad daylight without covering his face at all.
His eyes narrowed suddenly, and he saw that Mr. Fu was still standing next to the corpse, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised, and his smile was sinister... and deceitful.
Wen Tian always felt that something was wrong, very wrong, as if there was something he had missed, something that he had not thought of.
Before he had time to think about it, Mr. Fu suddenly threw something on the ground.
Wen Tian wanted to see clearly what that thing was, but Master Fu's high-pitched voice suddenly sounded in his ears, "Ah, here comes someone. He killed someone. The guards of Prince Xiu's Mansion killed someone."
Wen Tian's nerves suddenly collapsed, and he finally knew what was wrong. At that moment, his heart tightened, and he raised his legs and wanted to jump to the roof.
Unexpectedly, just as he turned around, Master Fu, who was still in the alley just now, had turned in front of him, grabbed his arm, and laughed scornfully, "Wen Wenwei, where are you going? "
"You..." Wen Tian found that Mr. Fu was very strong. His hand strength and dexterity made him obviously a master.
Wen Tian didn't have time to think about it and struck him on the spot. Fu Ye chuckled and avoided it, but the next moment, his body suddenly hit the wall beside him and he shouted in pain.
Wen Tian frowned, and when he wanted to turn around, he saw Jing Zhaoyin leading a pair of officers and soldiers in front of him.
"Get it for me."
The officers and soldiers immediately took action and surrounded Wen Tian.
Wen Tian looked at Mr. Jing Zhaoyin Ye with a sneer. It was so fast. Mr. Ye had been Jing Zhaoyin for so many years. This time, it was probably the first time that he went on a mission so fast.
Damn it, this is all a trap. The storyteller's nonsense in the restaurant to tarnish the prince's reputation was not the point. It was not the point that Mr. Fu killed the storyteller. The point turned out to be... himself.
From the beginning, it was him who they wanted to plot against.
Wen Tian pursed his lips tightly, watching the officers and soldiers getting closer and closer, but at this moment he could only freeze in place. He couldn't escape, he couldn't leave, he couldn't kill them. These people came prepared. As long as he resisted and left, that would be absconding out of fear of crime. The prince... I was afraid he would never be able to escape from their involvement.
Jing Zhaoyin's mouth flashed with a sly smile, it must have finally fallen into his hands. Prince Xiu, if I want to blame you, I can only blame you for making too many enemies. Everyone wants to deal with you.
He waved his hand and the officers and soldiers had already taken the ropes and were about to tie Wen Tian.
Wen Tian moved and looked at Jing Zhaoyin with a smile, "Master Ye, why did you arrest me for no reason?"
"For no reason?" Jing Zhaoyin laughed, "Guard Wen, I want to give you a chance because you are the one who builds the palace. It is better to confess and be lenient. Otherwise, if you go to jail, But it’s not up to you to say that.”
"Master Ye, are you planning to surrender?"
"You were beaten to a trick?" Mr. Ye laughed loudly, "Now that there are witnesses and material evidence, I captured you on the spot at the murder scene. How can it be regarded as a trick to be beaten?"
"Human and physical evidence?" Wen Tian frowned.
Mr. Ye waved his hand, and an officer and soldier came forward and took out the dagger beside Mr. Storyteller and the piece of paper that Mr. Fu had thrown to the ground at that time.
He suddenly raised his hand, and the folded paper unfolded. "Guard Wen, there is the mark of you building the palace on this."
Wen Tian's nerves suddenly collapsed. This was... the printing and binding agreement signed between Nan Nan and the printing workshop this morning. How could this thing be on that Mr. Fu's body
Damn it, he remembered, the person discussing with the printing shop had always been Bao'er. Bao'er only knows a few tricks of the three-legged cat. That Fu Ye is a master. If he wants to take the opportunity to get something from Bao'er, it won't be difficult.
Seeing that he was silent, Mr. Ye looked slightly satisfied. He raised his hand again, and an officer and soldier came over, supporting Mr. Fu who had hit the wall.
As soon as Mr. Fu came in front of Jing Zhaoyin, he looked as soft and weak as an old man with no strength to restrain a chicken. He kowtowed to Jing Zhaoyin and said, "My lord, I just saw with my own eyes that this man killed the old man lying in the alley."
Wen Tian frowned and looked at Mr. Fu who was kneeling on the ground with no momentum. He suddenly woke up. He finally remembered who this Mr. Fu was and which sect he belonged to.
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