Chapter 13

Shan Yunong pinches the palm of his hand and has a bad headache.

Obviously, they not only want to be convicted, but also deliberately discredit Su Tingchen.

Shan Yunong looks forward to the arrival of Su Tingchen. But she couldn't understand Sue.

The more so, the more he should get rid of the relationship, right? If he doesn't come to the yamen, then she's dead.

"Go to hell, I want you to bury my son! Shan Yunong, you're dead! " Shan Aimei got up from the ground like crazy and grabbed Shan Yunong by the neck.

Shan Aimei uses a lot of strength, but Shan Yunong can't breathe. Her throat seems to be stuck, and her leg starts to hurt badly again.

She's not really going to die here, is she?

Shan Haidie and Yang Qingheng hold on to Shan Aimei in a fake way. "Second aunt, what are you doing? Don't become a murderer for this bitch! Master Qingtian will clear you and make the decision for you

Shan Haidie is so close to Shan Yunong that she says to him in a complacent voice: "do you expect Su Tingchen to save you? Die that heart! At this time, he should avoid suspicion. What's more, he's cruel and cruel. How can he do it for you? "

"Shan Yunong, today is your day of death!"

Then, Shan Haidie did not hesitate to cut her face. Shan Haidie even stealthily pinches her arm. She can't cry out when it hurts.

When Shan Aimei is pulled apart, Shan Yunong's cheek is red and swollen.

He Yidao saw that Shan Yunong's face was swollen. He pointed to Shan Aimei and said, "in the court, if you start abusing again, you will be thrown out!"

Shan Yunong is grateful, but he feels that it doesn't help.

Shan Haidie's words undoubtedly touched Shan Yunong's worries.

Even if Su Tingchen doesn't come, she shan Yunong is a master who doesn't admit defeat.

She noticed that although Shan Aimei didn't speak from beginning to end, she was the one with the most unstable mood.

Even if Shan Aimei is warned by he Yidao, she still rushes towards Shan Yunong, hoping that one life is worth another.

Shan Yunong is so easy that his voice can be heard. He points at Shan Aimei and laughs wildly, "ha ha!"

"Do you know who killed your son?"

"It's Shan Haidie. She killed your son! It's your good niece Shan Yunong cried out, "she uses you! Shan Aimei, you are a fool! In order to frame me, Shan Haidie will not hesitate to take your son's life! "

"I'll tear your --" Shan Aimei suddenly became quiet.

Her quiet, in exchange for everyone's quiet.

Shan Yunong did not know how to suddenly think of this sentence, "does Shan Haidie suggest that you take Wu Chun home for cultivation? Did Wu Chun take it back and die suddenly? Do you really think the medicine you fed is poison? It's poison. Why do you ask me to give it to you? "

Shan Haidie comes forward and slaps him hard. He interrupts Shan Yunong and says, "you want to quibble! Shan Yunong, don't think that you can pour dirty water on me

At the end of the speech, Shan Haidie said to Wang Zhifu: "my Lord, is it not a conviction? This kind of people dare to be so presumptuous just because they are sheltered

Wang Zhifu was stunned and wanted to shoot Xingmu.

Shan Aimei is obviously incited by Shan Yunong, "I want to find out the real murderer! What if it's not Shan Yunong? My son's death is unjust

Shan Haidie winks at Shan Si Shu, who pulls Shan Aimei back. "The real murderer has been found. It's Shan Yunong. You can rest assured! She's going to bury your son today! "

Shan Aimei has no brain. When she said that, she really had no idea.

"Shan Yunong, what do you mean? What do you mean?" Shan Aimei's last struggle.

Soon, she was taken out of the court by Uncle Shan.

"My Lord, the evidence is solid and there is no room for sophistry, my Lord!" Shan Haidie calls.

Wang Zhifu patted Xingmu, pointed to Shan Yunong and said, "Shan Yunong, how do you want to quibble! I declare that you are guilty of murder! Come on, chopper

These people, from the beginning to the end, all intend to be the overlord!

Yang Qingheng was watching, and the corners of his mouth rose slowly.

Only if there is enough evidence to show, Shan Yunong's death, even Su Tingchen, can't do anything for her. She will only be said to be shielding the suspect.

Shan Yunong can't think of anything for a moment. He only thinks of Su Tingchen.

Su Tingchen, Su Tingchen, isn't your painting important?

She was caught by the small captor's arm, the chopper covered with red cloth has been carried up.

He Yidao's hand is holding the scabbard tightly. He doesn't believe that Shan Yunong is the murderer. Now, we can only save Shan Yunong first. Other things will take a long time.

All of a sudden, two teams of people were listed outside the door, separating the crowd from the crowd.

Then a sedan chair landed in front of the door.

The curtain of the sedan chair was lifted and a man came down from the sedan chair.

Su Tingchen.

He came after all.Shan Haidie instinctively retreated a step, "impossible, how can su Tingchen commit danger?"

Shan Yunong looked at her contemptuously, "he will come, because you are not aiming at me from the beginning to the end."

Shan Haidie's hand is a ball.

Su Tingchen wears very elegant clothes, but he has a waist tag on his waist.

The waist plate is engraved with dragon pattern.

Shan Yunong has been thinking about what kind of official Su Tingchen is these two days. With such a big face, Yang Qingheng is afraid of being copied. Seeing this waist token, she suddenly realized that Su Tingchen was not an official, but a royal family.

Today, the royal family of the Liang state has an ancient surname, but Su Tingchen's surname is su. There's probably a story here.

"Humble duty, see you." Wang Zhifu leads everyone to kneel down and worship Su Tingchen.

He is indeed a king.

Su Tingchen looks at Shan Yunong. The whole Yamen and the people kneel down. Shan Yunong stands there, very abrupt.

"Beaten?" He looks at Shan Yunong with a smile.

Shan Yu Nong covered his face and reflected in a trance that he didn't kneel down. He wanted to kneel down. "The daughter of the people has seen the Lord."

Su Tingchen walks up to her, pinches her face and pulls her up again.

His hands were cold, his touch was very smooth, and his eyes were cold,

"who moved my son?"