The crowd became restless again. Those who have experienced the suspicious red marks on the homeless man's body will know what is going on at a glance.

Shen Yingxia's words therefore seemed more credible.

"This makes sense. No wonder they want to poke you blind! A toad still wants swan meat! It would be a pity to kill him!"

People looked back and forth at his bare upper body, making him look shy.

He wrapped himself in a rag and said, "Don't talk nonsense! I'm just staying on the street! She's just bullying others and beating me to vent my anger!"

Shen Yingxia continued: "Since you said you were on the street, you cannot be the only one. If you ask other homeless people, wouldn't the matter become clear?"

That day, after Shen Yingxia left, they also beat him and maybe robbed him of his things. Therefore, they will never speak for him.

However, this homeless man still has some skills, and he was able to protect Chai Zi.

At some point, Liu Yu'er came down from the teahouse and stood outside the crowd, looking at the homeless man.

The tramp trembled with fright, scratched his neck and shouted:

"My lord, so many people are watching! I have physical evidence! Shen Yingxia's name is clearly engraved on the physical evidence! You have to handle it properly! Otherwise, even in front of the emperor, I will make a fuss!"

After hearing this, the official felt a little bit embarrassed. As the saying goes, a dead pig is not afraid of being scalded by boiling water. If a homeless man with bare feet really risked his life, let alone Shen Yingxia, even his current clique might be criticized.

"You said my name is engraved on it?" Shen Yingxia said.

"How can it be fake?" The homeless man sat on the ground with his legs crossed, looking like he would live forever.

Shen Yingxia smiled, took the bamboo slips and pen knife from Ling Lan's hand, squatted down, and placed them in front of the homeless man: "It seems you know how to read! Then write down my name!" There was a response from the crowd. Voice: "Yes, since you can recognize the words, write it for her to read!"

Not everyone has the opportunity to learn calligraphy. The vast majority of people will not even be able to write their own names throughout their lives. When you go to the government office to do business, or when you hand over grain and cash, you sign by drawing a circle to express your agreement.

The tramp held the knife and pen in his fist, holding back the sweat on his face. Mixed with half-dried blood and mud, it dripped down, but he didn't even write a single word.

He glanced at Liu Yu'er in the distance again, and finally became angry. The hand holding the knife and pen changed direction and stabbed directly at Shen Yingxia.

Shen Yingxia raised her arm to block, and Wei Yifei stepped forward and kicked the homeless man in the heart, sending him flying far away and vomiting out a mouthful of blood.

The crowd exclaimed at this sudden change, and some timid girls even covered their eyes with their hands, unable to bear to take a closer look.

The homeless man struggled to get up, but the official took him down.

"You are such a scoundrel and so bold, and now you have set your sights on a noble girl! Your grandfather and I were almost deceived by you! How hateful!"

"I, I have evidence..." The tramp's voice was broken.

After hearing this, the official became even more angry: "Who knows, how did you get it? Lost it? Stole it? You are full of shit, and you don't say a word of truth!"

Liu Yu'er looked at Shen Yingxia with a sad look on her face, and Shen Yingxia just smiled at her: How about it, can I learn like you?

This ability to pretend to be weak is what Liu Yuer likes to use.

Liu Yu'er was a little reluctant, but she could only wave her sleeves, turn around and leave.


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