Chapter 1729 (1/2)

After a long time, she suddenly raised her eyes, and her voice was a little deep. ”Why don't you let the Lord write a memorial, and start with the matter of the grain merchant mob in Wujun. Jiang Wu's dereliction of duty and several conflicts with me made me and the Lord unhappy. After a thorough investigation, we found that this man had many crimes, and other officials in Wujun were involved with him, so we had to get rid of them.”

After a pause, she said: ”I have made the prince unhappy by mentioning Jiang Wu's collision in my words. It's better to write in detail without missing a word. I'll reply to the letter in the memorial and ask the emperor to forgive me.”

At this point, she couldn't think of any other way. If she couldn't, she could only do so.

If it's right, the emperor will not punish them, but should reward them. If it's wrong, at most, she will be retired and become an ordinary person. That may not be the worst.

Now that she has the wealth of Wujun, she will become an ordinary person and will not lose much.

Flower thousand willow eyebrow tip tiny pick, the smile in the eye faded a few minutes, ”do you really decide to do this' disaster water '? Do you know what the consequences will be? ”

”I know, but if the emperor finds out that Yan Beicheng is not a real dandy, I'm afraid the consequences will be more serious.” Mo Shang flower coagulated a face to nod, Mou bottom a pure and clear, ”besides, I help him so, from have condition.”

”You know that?” At the moment, the smile in the eyes of flower thousand willows completely subsided, and looked at the flowers on the street.

”Yes.” Mo Shanghua doesn't want to be a fool. She simply admits that after a pause, she says, ”I've been with him for more than two months. Besides, he doesn't have no loopholes. I'll know sooner or later, but it's a matter of time.”

Flower thousand willow eyes full of surprise, and then seems to want to open, can't help but laugh, ”brother Beicheng, brother Beicheng, you really met the killer.”

The flowers on the street pursed their lips, without words.

But she thought that if Hua qianliu knew, she would be even more surprised if she knew that the cloak man and Yan Beicheng were the same person.

Hua qianliu didn't know what she was thinking. She drank another cup of wine, and then she took out a bright yellow memorial from her sleeve and pushed it to Mo Shanghua, ”you might as well have a look at this first.”

Is Yanbei City ready?

Mo Shanghua's heart fretted, picked up the memorial and looked at it carefully.

This memorial was written by Yan Beicheng himself. The content and the tone of his speech are exactly the same as what he usually shows outside. All the words are accusing Jiang Wu of his guilt, but they all start from small things.

For example, when they arrived in Wujun, Jiang Wu did not come out to meet them. When they lived in Jiang Wu's house, they were often slighted and disrespectful to the princess.

Then I went to the main topic, but it was just a brush stroke. Between the lines, I could feel how willful and reckless the person who wrote this memorial was. He didn't blacken the flowers on the street, and couldn't see the evil gesture of the flowers on the street.

The flowers on the road will play the chapter together, and the eyebrows suddenly frown.