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    This is definitely Mr. Bao¡¯s true psychological activity at that time.

    Of course, he could still fall forward and fall into the arms of the Marquis, with blood all over him. Then the curtain call would be perfect.

    It¡¯s a pity that this scene didn¡¯t happen.

    The scimitar, which was as beautiful as the Marquis, slashed his neck and found his artery accurately, but in the end it only cut through his flesh.

    Cheng Yaojin arrived halfway.

    Li Yan and Li Shaoqing appeared at the critical moment. Because they had no hidden weapons in their hands, they smashed the money bag over from a distance.

    This guy¡¯s martial arts skills were mediocre, and the wind in his money bag almost made a hole in the back of Ruan Baoyu¡¯s neck, but he was able to shake the scimitar away at the last moment.

    Bo Jinwei was stunned for a moment. At this moment, Li Yan had already intervened among them, shouting at the top of his voice: "Here comes someone! The criminal is dead!"

    The jailer was immediately surrounded by cheers and shouts in the cell.

    But Li Yan stood by Ruan Baoyu without hesitation at this moment, and said to Lao Bo Jin with a cold face: "The scene I just saw, I still have Lord Lao to explain it!"

    ?? Martial arts are indeed sparse and ordinary, but this guy is absolutely sincere towards Ruan Baoyu.

    "The prisoner just committed suicide, and the Marquis is accusing me of not being strict in my supervision!"

    After a while, Ruan Baoyu took a breath, covered the wound with one hand, and shouted back to him.

    "Did Shen Luo commit suicide? Break his own neck?"

    One day later, in the inner hall of the palace, the Holy Emperor asked the silk brocade this question.

    The brocade was hanging his head, the back of the spine was tingling, and the cold sweats came up one after another. He could hardly see everything in front of his eyes, so he answered scribbledly: "Yes".

    "Who was at the scene at that time? Ruan Shaoqing was in charge of this case, was it him?"

    "No. The Emperor actually knows that Shen Luo's death has nothing to do with him."

    Hearing this, the Holy Master was silent, lowered his head, and looked at the silk brocade: "Ruan Baoyu has investigated this case thoroughly and already knows your secret. Don't you want him to die?"

    "think."

    "Then you still excuse him?"

    Silk Jin's head dropped even lower, and his back was in severe pain, but he still stood upright.

    The Holy Emperor's smile became playful again: "You want him to die, but you still don't bother to do this kind of thing, right?"

    After saying that, he stretched out his hand and slapped Bo Jin hard on his right waist again.

    The silk brocade still lowered its head and did not react much, but when the Holy Master stopped his hand, his five fingers turned scarlet.

    The Holy Sage smiled again, stuck out his tongue and licked the taste, and said: "The person who went that night was indeed you. Do you not want Shen Luo to be caught and reveal your rootless secret? Or do you want to find him first and finish him off with your own hands?  ?¡±

    "Both."

    "Very good, you dare to do something and dare to do nothing. Your character is still there, and I am very happy to be my uncle." The Holy Master stroked his palm, then changed his tone, put his hand on his waist again, and applied force on the wound.  Si Mo: "It's just that your martial arts skills seem to have declined. Back then, the young prince and marshal who dared not disobey the sword was actually knocked down by a few ambushed officers and soldiers, and he was actually injured."

    The silk brocade was swaying at this moment, and finally couldn't hold it any longer, staggering and kneeling on one knee.

    It wasn't the sword wound on his waist that pushed him down, it was the bone-chilling pain on his back, as if thousands of long needles were coming out of there, with sharp claws, hooking every part of his limbs and bones that could be reached.  .

    "It's hard, isn't it? Is it because the purple candle I rewarded you has not been enough recently, so your martial arts have greatly declined and you are in such a state of desolation that when you come to this hall, you can't even stand still?" The saint beside him said softly, but his tone was different.  Endlessly vicious.

    Bo Jin was silent, lying on the spot panting, his head gradually getting close to the ground, cold sweat came up layer by layer, making the ground around him wet.

    The Holy Sage's smile became more playful, and he slowly possessed him. His breathing became heavier, and he pressed against him and said: "I heard that men are more ecstatic than women, but I haven't tried it yet. Why don't you ask me to try it?  , if you ask for it well, I will reward you with a purple candle."

    The silk brocade on the ground trembled, and the man seemed to be on a machine. He rushed forward desperately. When his breath became smoother, he said hoarsely: "I won't beg you, absolutely not."

    This voice was hoarse but decisive. His pride had indeed not been completely crushed.

    The Holy Spirit then spread his hands and said, "If you don't want to, then don't play. It doesn't matter."

    After saying that, he stepped closer and looked down at him: "You are really, really pitiful. For the sake of uncle-nephew affection, I will reward you with ten purple candles."

    The silk brocade bowed its head, but it was stillbsp; There was some unevenness in the temple courtyard, so he fell down for a good reason, then stretched out his hand, brought it to the silk brocade, and tore off a strip of clothes from under his official robe.

    This time Silk Brocade was displeased, but he was happy. He secretly took out the piece of smelly cloth from his sleeve, held on his laughter and walked to Ruan Baoyu, saying: "Look what I did to you! What did you see just now?"  Come on, even though my fall was intentional, it was not a light fall, but look what I got, a strip of cloth on Lord Marquis¡¯s underwear!!¡±

    "My head doesn't hurt anymore."

    "Um!"

    "How does Mr. Hou taste?"

    "It goes without saying that it must be full of fairy spirit!"

    "After a while, Ruan Baoyu was wearing the long belt. Not only could he look at the case without pain, but he was also able to do two things at once, and he actually remembered an important thing.

    "Where is the suspect who was arrested earlier for the Naoren case? He hasn't been released, has he?"

    "No. You didn't give me a thousand warnings not to let him go, but said you still wanted to go to trial. I'm just surprised. Now that it's been found out that he was wrongly accused, why are you still going to go to trial?"

    "Go and send him." Mr. Bao raised his fairy-like long belt and instantly regained his ability to remember pictures: "Also, the file you showed me a few days ago, the one from Yongchang Silver Mine  , also came to me to take a look again."

    When the prisoner was called, Mr. Bao, who was wearing a fairy belt, looked at the files with his fingers in a fairy-like manner.

    The criminal then knelt down and said, "Thank you, Master Ruan, for clearing the grievances of the common people. Your Majesty, Bao Qingtian is really reincarnated!"

    Ruan Baoyu didn't even raise his head: "You are indeed wronged. Rabbit brains are pickled to stop bleeding of pregnant women. It is a witch medicine. They are ignorant."

    "Yes, yes, my lord, it is clear to me. My rabbit brain is indeed pickled to stop the bleeding of pregnant women, my lord, it is really clear!"

    "But why didn't you say when you were on trial that you would rather be unjustly killed, but you insisted that the rabbit brains were pickled for cooking!"

    Ruan Baoyu's shout was so high that there was no warning, and the man was frightened.

    "Xiao Xiao is the name of the wizard. We who make witchcraft medicine, after all are not very bright after all." The man was sweating on his forehead, and finally replied with such a sentence.

    "So you are already well-versed in the witchcraft industry, and it is because you know so much about witchcraft and the rules of witchcraft that you would rather die than say anything?"

    "Yes, yes, yes." The man nodded immediately as if pounding garlic.

    "A very experienced wizard, you didn't know that pickled rabbit brains are used to induce labor and not to stop bleeding. I caught you right away! You are not a wizard at all, and the rabbit brains are not pickled.  Medicine, am I right or wrong?¡±

    Ruan Baoyu's voice was not high-pitched, it was very gentle and gentle, but it was absolutely effective, causing the man's expression to change immediately.

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