Fast Transmigration: Raiders of that coquettish boss

Chapter 581 The Wife's Ugly Husband (40)

"Then tell me, why is he talking nonsense?"

"He, he, he hated us for arresting him, so he clung to him indiscriminately. I beg his wife to enlighten me."

Zhang Shaojun looked flustered and knelt down as soon as his legs softened.

Mingyu didn't look at him with a cold face, and the room fell into silence for a while.

Everyone didn't know what kind of order Wen Xiang got, but they all knew that when she came back, something should happen to reverse this disgusting thing.

After waiting for a while, Wen Xiang didn't come back, but waited for another person.

"Zhengjun, Wifelord, Wu Feng is late."

It was Mr. Wu Zhe who came here. Seeing that all the masters of the second room except him had gathered in Lan Yuan, Mr. Wu Zhe was startled for a while, then saluted Ming Yu and Ye Wushuang, and then stood quietly aside.

Zhao Yin raised his head from the crowd, glanced at the gentle and humble Wu Choujun, who was as gentle and humble as before, and immediately lowered his head.

Ming Yu nodded at Wu Zejun, and looked out of the door fixedly.

After a while, Wen Xiang's figure finally appeared in front of everyone.

Only this time, she wasn't alone.

Behind her, followed by two servants and a panting old woman.

These two servants were holding some things in their hands, most of these things were very trivial, while the old woman was wearing a long robe, with gray hair and a gentle face, she looked like a well-educated person.

When Mingyu saw the old woman appearing, she hurriedly stepped forward to greet her: "Thank you, Mr. Zhang, for taking a trip. I would be very grateful to you!"

Although this old woman is white, she is quite famous and respected.

"let's start."

The old woman didn't delay, when she entered the room and saw a room full of young and beautiful men, she didn't squint, her face was full of righteousness, and she went straight to the topic.

Mingyu nodded, turned around and asked the puppet to be handed to Mr. Zhang, and then motioned to two servants to put those trivial things on the table beside him, asking Mr. Zhang to sit down and observe carefully.

Mr. Zhang turned the puppet over and squinted his eyes to read the cinnabar writing on the white cloth carefully.

Among the crowd, Gu Shaojun's face was ashen!
From the moment Mr. Zhang appeared, he had a bad feeling.

Mr. Zhang is not only a well-educated man from Yedu, but also has a pair of eyes that can make the difference between life and death.

She can read handwriting, and her skills are superb.

Through the strokes of the calligraphy learner, she can tell the temperament of the person, and the handwriting of the same person can be seen at a glance as long as it passes through her eyes.

And the horoscope of birth and date behind that disgusting thing was written by him.

really!

After reading the handwriting on the back of the puppet, Mr. Zhang began to compare the handwriting that Wen Xiang found from the Langjun's room in each courtyard one by one.

After a while, Mr. Zhang picked up a handkerchief embroidered with a small order and handed it to Mingyu.

"Little guy, the writing on this thing is written by the same person as the writing on that thing."

"Thank you Mr. Zhang."

Mingyu saluted the old woman respectfully, then got up, looked at the people present, and finally fell on Wenxiang: "Who does this thing belong to?"

"Second miss, this handkerchief is what Nu Tong asked for from the boy in Gu Shaojun's room."

As soon as the words fell, the room was silent, Gu Shaojun's face was pale, and his whole body was limp on the ground: "My wife, please spare me!"

In this way, the truth of the matter has come to light, but Mingyu did not stop there.

Wen Xiang went up to whisper something to her, and she went to the table, picked up a folding fan on it, and handed it to Mr. Zhang: "Mr. Zhang, can you see if the handwriting on this fan is consistent with the handwriting on the back of Yan Sheng?"

"Of course it's different. So-and-so has already found the person who made this evil thing. Do you believe so-and-so?"

Speaking of this, Mr. Zhang's face was sullen.

(End of this chapter)