Poisoning the World: The Secret Service Mysterious Doctor is a Young Beastly Wife

Tu Yidao's legs have been sick for a long time. Suddenly there is such a hope in his eyes, and he will be tempted and not surprised.

I didn't expect him to have the courage to dare to let people go like this--

He seemed to think of something and asked Ning Xuemo: "Have you confessed in prison?"

Ning Xuemo shook her head: "I didn't kill anyone, of course not!"

Ji Yunhuang remembered the confession in Master Lu's hand, and his heart moved: "Xue Mo, write a few words about the book and look at it."

Since Ning Xuemo was a special agent in his previous life, he naturally had the ability to imitate writing styles. Now he wrote a few words, imitating the original master Ning Xuemo's handwriting.

Ji Yunhuang picked it up and took a look. He is a master of calligraphy. He still remembers the signature on the confession. At this moment, he compared it with Ning Xuemo's. Gently tick the corner of the lip to understand it.

The handwriting of the two looks very similar at first glance, but it can not hide the eyes of everyone in his calligraphy. The signature on the confession is fake!

It seems that Tu Yidao's order was a death order, so he had to force a confession last night, and then kill people and burn them.

However, it was precisely this order that Tu Dadao dared to smash such a ghost, using Li Daitao's stiff strategy to release people.

Then find someone to sign the confession as Ning Xuemo's handwriting, and write a testament like that-

If Ning Xuemo didn't come to him, I'm afraid he would have hidden it!

But would Tu Yidao be the one who secretly let people go?

According to him, even for the treatment of leg problems, he should not leave such a terrible fate in the world. Maybe there's something he didn't know ...

He glanced at Ning Xuemo again. The little girl was combing her hair, and Taomu slipped over her hair, soft like satin.

The way she combed her hair looked good, and Ji Yunhuang couldn't help looking at it twice.

"What are you going to do next?" Ji Yunhuang asked her.

Ning Xuemo looked at him with a pair of big eyes: "Of course, he asked the prince to testify for me and elute the crime for myself."

Ji Yunhuang pondered for a moment, and finally made a decision: "Well, wait for the King to rest for two hours before going to the palace to wash your grievances."

Ning Xuemo was puzzled: "Since His Royal Highness can clean up his grievances for Xue Mo, why not take immediate action?"

Ji Yunhuang yawned: "Xiao Xuemo, last night my king didn't sleep all night. You have to let the king rest for a while to have the spirit to make up for you, Zhao Xue?"

Ok! Then listen to him, she will wait for a few more hours.

As a former agent, patience is the most important thing, so Ning Xuemo agreed.

To be honest, she only slept for more than an hour last night, and she was a little sleepy at the moment.

She politely jumped on the big bed and said to Ji Yunhuang with a smile: "His Royal Highness must be sleeping on a soft bed? I see that His Royal Highness is lying on top of it like Mount Tai. "Xue Mo can't get home, and sleeping softly will definitely fall off, and he can only sleep in bed."

The kung fu of speech has gotten into the bed.

Ji Yunhuang was originally extricating her robes, and when she heard her words, she twitched her fingers slightly, and looked at her with a smile: "You dare to say!"

Fighting for his prince's bed was so straightforward. There is probably only her in this world ...

Ning Xuemo looked like he couldn't open his eyes, and he raised his hand and rubbed: "Isn't your Highness willing? Ah, let's forget, Xuemo curled up in a chair and rested for a while." Get out of bed.