Tyrant, calm down

Chapter 95: Imprisonment (2)

"Come here!" Murong raised his head and shouted loudly towards the outside of the hall.

"Go quickly to the mansions of Lord Wen, Lord Cai, and Lord Yuan, and bring all the rouge from the three ladies' boudoirs!"

A large number of Imperial Forest Army surrounded outside the hall led the order and rushed to the mansion of the three ministers in Beijing.

After such a commotion, the birthday party naturally couldn't continue.

But before the emperor gave the order, the people in the palace did not dare to leave without authorization, they could only sit quietly in their own seats.

The waiting time is always difficult.

A group of officials waited impetuously, sweating profusely.

However, as the suspect in this case, Shen Jingshu was calm and composed, as if everything had nothing to do with her.

The three ministers had already stood up from the ground, waiting for the Imperial Army to bring back the evidence so that Shen Jingshu could be brought to justice.

But seeing the "murderer" so carefree, the three of them felt as if someone had lit a ball of fire in their hearts, bubbling out.

"Bold and lunatic, you have no remorse at all, tell me! Why did you harm my daughter?"

Wen Qingbai's eyes seemed to be on fire, and he approached Shen Jingshu with an almost crazy expression.

"Are you greedy for my daughter's beauty, and if she refuses, you will kill her?"

It is understandable for Shen Jingshu to feel sad when his children are poisoned.

But he obviously has a brain, but he doesn't use that brain to find the real murderer. He only knows that mad dogs are biting people everywhere, and Shen Jingshu can't tolerate it.

"Covet beauty?"

Shen Jingshu raised his eyes slowly, looking quietly at the person who walked up to her and almost poked his finger on her forehead.

Her eyes flicked around Wen Qingbai's face, and suddenly the corners of her mouth rose, forming a charming arc.

"Did I say I like women?"

The entire Chengming Hall was silent again.

Everyone stared at the man who was smiling quietly, unable to recover for a long time.

Not only the ministers and family members who came to congratulate King Qian on his 12th birthday were stunned, but the princes and the emperors on the high platform were all stunned by Shen Jingshu's words.

Especially Murong Li, he felt his mind buzzing, and then went blank for a while.

When his consciousness returned to his normal position, Murong Li suddenly turned his head to stare at the person next to him, the light in his eagle eyes was flickering like a stormy sea was rolling over.

Don't like women?
Does that mean you like men?

He is broken sleeve?

Murong Li's mind suddenly flashed back to those words that Shen Jingshu had said in the tent after the extermination of bandits, and his mood was extremely complicated, messy like a pot of boiled porridge...

"You are bullshitting!"

After Wen Qingbai came back to his senses, the anger on his face became heavier.

"You don't like women, so is it possible that you still like men? Who can prove that you like men?"

It is impossible for him to allow the murderer who poisoned his daughter to use such absurd words to get away with it!

Eyeballs rolled around, Shen Jing looked at Wen Qingbai with a smile.

"This...seems a bit difficult. No one here is willing to help me prove that I like men."

"If Mr. Wen can find someone, I don't mind proving it to Mr. Wen immediately."

Didn't the black hands behind the scenes just want to frame her?

If kissing a man can end the troublesome things later, she really doesn't mind suffering a little bit.

Of course, it is impossible for her to kiss anyone casually, and she still has requirements for looks.

No matter what, he had to be a handsome guy at Antai's level, it was so ugly that she couldn't talk about it.

Wen Qingbai was so angry that his face was livid and his facial features were distorted.

He is a decent person, and this is the first time he has met someone as shameless as Shen Jingshu who admits that he is a broken sleeve.

However, in the face of anger, no matter how old-fashioned people are on weekdays, they will do some crazy things.

(End of this chapter)