One touch and one silence

The woman was slightly disappointed to see them being stopped, but her words still managed to arouse others' anger.

"Oh! Are you still angry? It's really funny. You were so happy when you took the money, and you were so sincere when you thanked me."

"enough!"

"Don't think I don't know what you are up to. Do you really think I don't know who the murderer is?"

After saying that, he looked at the young man who was being dragged by the secret guards to look at the corpse one by one.

During the struggle, the sleeve of his front arm was lifted up, revealing a scratch mark.

As early as when the guards caught them, one of them told the prince about this matter.

The prince saw that the young man was on the verge of collapse, but his expression was still as cold and sarcastic as ever.

This mother and son are not good people. If Xiaoqi hadn't told him that there were corpses buried under the magistrate's back garden, he wouldn't have believed it.

It was a small prefectural government office, but in the back garden there were actually many bodies buried.

They are all the people of his Da Ling Dynasty, how can they be trampled upon by people like them?

Seeing that the matter was a foregone conclusion, the woman glanced at her son, and a look of determination flashed in her eyes.

She wanted to keep her son alive, and just now she wanted to provoke those people with words, so that they would kill her on impulse, but the man above saw through her plan.

now……

The woman reached out and touched her hair, then quietly pulled out a hairpin and hid it in her hand.

"Since this official already knows everything, I have nothing to say in my defense."

"I am jealous and cannot tolerate anyone sharing my husband. Am I wrong?"

"I married him when he was in his infancy. Why do those women want to snatch the fruits of victory from me?"

As I spoke, it seemed to be true and I even deceived myself.

Only by deceiving herself can she deceive those people above her.

A woman's jealousy is terrible. If she took advantage of it and admitted it voluntarily, her son would survive.

Now she had no choice but to prove that the girls were killed because of her jealousy.

This way they had a reason, and a convincing one at that. As long as they died and their son refused to acknowledge them, they would be helpless.

There was a flash of determination in the woman's eyes, and she looked at her son with reluctance, just as she swung her wrist and wanted to pierce the hairpin into her chest.

Nanzhi saw her movements, they were so familiar.

"Stop her, Master Liu Yue!"

Following Nanzhi's shout, Liuyue picked up something and hit the woman who was about to commit suicide.

Nanzhi's eyes suddenly brightened up a lot. Something was wrong! She raised her hand and touched it. Where was the muli? No wonder the white thing looked so familiar to her.

At this time, Nanzhi's face was revealed, and everyone saw the pig-headed face under the veil.

Their eyes looked back and forth between Nanzhi and the prefect's faces, and suddenly there was a burst of laughter.

Nanzhi screamed "Ah!" and raised her sleeves to cover her face. Her hands were small now, and her face was twice as big as before due to swelling, so her hands only covered a little of it.

She suddenly regretted that she had altered all her large-sleeved clothes to smaller sizes for convenience. She thought it was convenient at the time, but now she was so upset.

Nanzhi immediately turned around and looked inside, looking at Liuyue angrily, his eyes full of condemnation.

It was as if asking Liu Yue, are you polite?

Flowing Moon...

"Ahem... that... I... that... just now... did you believe it?"

Liu Yue was too embarrassed to look at the Seventh Prince's expression.

The woman who was hit by the Mukasa had the hairpin in her hand knocked to the ground.

The woman was pinned to the ground again, unable to move.

Manager Li was very observant and picked up the hat.

It was handed to Liu Yue, who quickly put the curtain hat on the Seventh Prince.

When she put the hat on Nanzhi's head, Nanzhi's little face was puffed up and her eyes were almost as big as a frog.

"Cough cough!"

"Then I'll teach you a killer move next time, okay?"

Liu Yue originally thought that these words would be able to appease the person, but who knew that the Seventh Prince suddenly didn't buy it.

"What do you think?" Nanzhi replied with gritted teeth.

"Wuwuwuwu... I am too embarrassed to see anyone! My handsome, suave, and charming image has been ruined by you."

Nanzhi was very upset.

When the prince saw this scene, he glared at Liu Yue and quickly took out a silver note worth ten thousand taels from his pocket.

Liu Yue saw a small hand under the curtain quickly take the banknote and sit there obediently again.

Oh my god, it turns out that the major was not suitable for me!

The prince signaled Liu Yue with his eyes, "Learn this!"

Liu Yue: ...

Just when Prince Liuyue's attention was on Nanzhi, the voice of a crazy young man came from the side.

"Mom! Why do you always push me?"

"Why do you always push me! Ah!"

After saying that, he shook off the secret guard's hand, stood among the corpses in the hall, and laughed wildly.

"That's right! I killed all these people! Come on! Kill me!"

"Every bitch thinks they are pretty and flirts with me. I give them some face and they start to boss me around. Every bitch wants to control me, bitch!"

"This is what happens to you, you deserve it!"

"Zener, shut up!" the woman shouted at the top of her lungs.

"It's you who should shut up!"

"It's you! You force me every day, making me recite those boring articles every day, and making me study all the time. If you are not satisfied once, you will make me kneel in front of the ancestral tablets and not give me food. I am your son, not a doll in your hands!" The boy shouted loudly, venting the dissatisfaction that had been hidden in his heart for a long time.

"It's you! You push me into the abyss again and again."

"Hahaha... now you come with me and show me your filial piety. Are you worthy of it?"

"Are you worthy?"

"Ask yourself, are you worthy of it?" The young man's crazy look and accusatory eyes made the woman feel distressed.

"Zhen'er, be good, I was wrong, I beg you to stop talking!"

The woman was pressed to the ground, her tears falling onto her clothes like beads from a broken string and disappearing, she was filled with sorrow.

The young man walked up to the woman, squatted down, and his eyes were extremely crazy and sinister.

"You still want to force me to die? Do you think I will forgive you for your self-sacrifice? No! I won't give you a chance."

"No!" After saying that, the young man walked to the middle of the corpses on the ground, staring fixedly at his mother who was pinned down and unable to move.

"Mother, how about the gift I gave you? Are you satisfied? Hahahaha..." The young man stretched out his arms and motioned for her to look at the corpse behind him.

The woman kneeling on the ground, with her hair disheveled, was stunned by the boy's words.

The woman then raised her head and looked at her son, as if she had never seen this person before.

"You...you..." The woman trembled and couldn't utter a word for a long time.

The boy stood up with satisfaction and walked towards his father again.

"Dad! Surprise?"

"Every time you whipped me, it hurt my heart! You knew clearly that your son was not cut out for it, yet you still forced him to learn. He has tried very hard, but what about you? You are not satisfied and think he is being lazy!"

"You're slacking off all the time!" the young man asked, patting his chest uncontrollably.

"Why are you unwilling to face up to the fact that your son is mediocre? When you beat your son to death countless times, did you ever think that this day would come?"

"I am your son! Not those cats or dogs, not your subordinates!"

As the young man asked questions one after another, no one present could feel the slightest sympathy.

That’s right, there is not a trace of sympathy?

Only a fool would sympathize with a devil, no matter how pitiful that devil is.

But so what? It wasn't their fault.

The young man opened his hands, waved his arms happily, and shouted loudly: "This is my son, I am qualified to send you to hell!"

"Zen'er!" The woman cried. Even though she was treated like this by her son, she still couldn't bear to blame him.

"Don't call me Zen'er, it's disgusting! You are just as disgusting and cruel as me. Every day after cleaning up the corpses for me, you go to the Buddhist temple to confess your sins, but you do the same thing again the next time. You are more terrifying and disgusting than me!"

The woman was finally irritated by her son's words and fainted.

The boy did not restrain himself at all and laughed a few times, as if he was very satisfied with the blow his parents had suffered.

At that moment, Nanzhi saw the dead silence in the boy's eyes through the curtain.