Chapter 500

As soon as the man's voice fell, a dark shadow flashed quickly from the carriage. At the moment of the breeze, he took up his clothes and danced lightly. Before the people could see it clearly, the man had been lifted by the dark shadow and jumped to the carriage

When everyone saw it clearly, Xiao mubai had clasped the man's hands with one hand and stood next to Zhao Xingwen.

He raised his spare hand, wiped some residual blood stains on the corner of the man's mouth, took it to his nose, sniffed it, then hissed, then turned to the people and said to the people, "don't you think his blood stopped too fast?"

I don't think so. When Xiao mubai said this, people found that the man had vomited a big mouthful of blood just now. He was seriously injured and couldn't afford to lie on the ground.

Why now, I can only see a little blood stain left on the corner of my mouth.

Xiao mubai's eyes motioned Cong ting to come forward and hold the man. He stretched out his hand and squeezed his jaw open, and put his hand into his mouth.

The people were stunned by his move, covered their mouths and stunned

Just when they were stunned, Xiao mubai pulled out a red thing from the man's mouth.

"This is a sheep intestines bag. It contains the juice of red rose. It is cashed with honey. It spits out after being bitten in the mouth, which is very like blood." Xiao mubai said here, holding the red sausage bag, shook it in front of the man, and said to him with a slight joke: "I think it tastes good."

Most of the people's faces changed and looked at each other.

"Don't listen to his nonsense..." there was a sudden sound in the crowd. Before he finished, he was swept by Xiao mubai's eyes. He looked coldly and silenced.

"If you don't believe it, you can smell it yourself. You may not smell the flowers, but you can smell it. It's not the smell of blood." Xiao mubai took two steps forward, squatted down at the edge of the carriage and stretched out the sheep intestines bag towards the people.

Someone came forward to smell it curiously and shouted, "there's really no fishy smell!"

Xiao mubai turned his head to Zhao Xingwen and raised his chin at him.

Zhao Xingwen received the signal, cleared his throat and said in a loud voice: "you relatives of Zhao's soldiers, you were born in the state of Xiao, and the head is in the state of Xiao. Don't you believe my grandfather Zhao Dingshan? He really knows about the burning of the corpse, but it's not the work of the young marquis. Don't be provoked by the evil man."

For the people of Xiao state, the name of Zhao Dingshan is not only a heavy word, but also a kind of faith. In terms of prestige, even the emperor can't match it.

After all, the Emperor today is still the prince who came out of the camp of old general Zhao

The people at the bottom began to talk about it one after another. Someone yelled and asked, "we are all relatives of soldiers. Where did we come from?"

"Yes, yes. We are all relatives and family members of soldiers..." the People Echoed one after another.

"Oh?" Zhao Xingwen took a step forward and asked him, "so are you?"

The man nodded frequently, but there was a trace of panic at the bottom of his eyes.

"I have been in the military camp since I was seven years old. I grew up in the camp since I was a child. You tell me, whose relative are you and whose name is he?"

The man's eyes were flickering, and he was stared by Zhao Xingwen and blurted out: "Wang Dapeng, his name is Wang Dapeng."

Zhao Xingwen raised a hint of ridicule at the corners of his mouth and suddenly spoke sternly: "how old is he this year? How many people in his family? What looks like? Is he married? Can he have children? What are the characteristics?"

The man was stunned by his series of questions. He swallowed his saliva but couldn't speak.

"Since you are his relative, you should be very familiar with stopping the Marquis's frame today for his sake. Shouldn't you be able to answer these questions?" Zhao Xingwen sneered and then turned to the people below: "if I ask you these questions, you should be able to answer them."

People at the bottom nodded that these problems are normal for wives, children and children, but what's the matter with this person?

Zhao Xingwen turned to the man: "in the Zhao family military camp, there is only one man named Wang Dapeng. He entered the military camp 23 years ago. He is 39 years old. His parents have died and his family has a wife and children."

The man nodded desperately: "yes, yes, I'm his son. My mother is old and weak and can't come..."

Zhao Xingwen laughed and then kicked him on the back knee. The man fell on his knees with a plop. Zhao Xingwen leaned over and said to him, "but I just talked nonsense..."

The man's face was instantly pale, and his eyes showed a fierce color: "it turned out that General Zhao would deceive people, too. Everyone saw it."

"War never tires of deceit." The smile on Zhao Xingwen's lips became deeper and deeper: "what everyone can see is that your lie has been pierced. You are not the relatives of Zhao's soldiers at all. You are just ordered to frame up the little Marquis, provoke the real relatives to form opposition with the Marquis, arouse public resentment and reap benefits."

The people below were in an uproar. First, Xiao mubai pulled out the sheep intestines bag, and then Zhao Xingwen personally exposed the man's lie.

The wind suddenly changed, and public opinion suddenly began to scold the two swindlers in the carriage.

"Relatives of Zhao Jiajun, the emperor has handed over the burning of the corpse to Dali temple for thorough investigation, and will certainly give you an explanation. Before the results are found out, don't listen to rumors, be fanned by people with intentions, spread false news and make malicious use of them. I hope you can see in the face of old general Zhao, temporarily believe in the innocence of the little Marquis and make way for the marquis."

The people at the bottom looked at each other until a man took the first step backward and shouted, "I believe in general Zhao."

Then someone took the second step, the third step

More and more people shouted the name of old general Zhao and gradually separated a way.

A small number of people who still insist on surrounding the car appear particularly abrupt and incompatible with the people around them.

"If you people don't let him, are you coming with him?" Xiao mubai pointed to the man kneeling in front of the carriage, glanced coldly at the small group of people, and asked them sternly.

The faces of those people were instantly embarrassed. Xiao mubai snorted coldly: "no, if you also come to talk about it, whose relatives are you?"

The people pointed at them and asked whose relatives they were.

Finally, they were forced to flee in all directions. The people believed Zhao Xingwen's words more and more and completely made way for the marquis.

Zhao Xingwen gave a correct military salute to the people in two rows: "I, Zhao Xingwen! Thank you for your relatives and family members of Zhao's soldiers and soldiers. I will certainly give you an explanation about this!"