The heroine eavesdropped on her heart, and my villain's character collapsed.

"You, a small household, had better think about what you can and cannot say."

The man took out a jade plaque with a livid face and gritted his teeth.

"My name is Zhang Qicheng, and my grandfather is the prince's young master Zhang Song, and he is also the Duke of Liang!"

Tang Yu was stunned for a moment, then rushed forward with a furious expression, kicked Zhang Qicheng in the face and cursed angrily.

"A flower-picking thief who has killed thousands of people dares to pretend to be the grandson of Liang Guogong. I think you have a way to kill yourself!"

The meal ended with Ola Ola disowning her relatives.

Zhang Qicheng was beaten until his nose was bruised and his face was swollen, and he passed out. Tang Yu also took the opportunity to place many restrictions on his body, and after that, he was branded with the Snow Avenue.

After subduing the boy, Tang Yu asked his men to take the boy back to the Xisi room first.

He went to see Hou Wen, said hello to the Hou Mansion and left.

That night, the commotion in the Hou Mansion alarmed many people.

Knowing that Jin Yiwei was handling the case, no one knew what was going on and went to investigate.

After bringing the person back to Xisi's room, the news spread quickly in the Zhonghou Institute.

As the top leader of the Zhonghou Institute, Song Qilin suddenly went crazy in practice that night and took three months off to recuperate his body.

Several other mothers, wives, and concubines in the Qianhu household are also suddenly going to give birth to children. A certain close relative, Shou Yuan, is about to go back to pay his respects to the family and die.

Anyway, what we are playing is a collective disappearance technique.

As a result, the command of the entire Zhonghou Post was temporarily transferred to Tang Yu.

He saw the Qianhu Token from Song Qilin that had just been delivered to his hand.

Tang Yu even hesitated whether to let people get rid of these people.

"You have to share the credit, and you can run faster than a dog when you're done, right?"

Tang Yu cursed and walked to the prison where the most important prisoners were held.

The prison at Zhonghou Institute is not that big. Usually, some prisoners are temporarily detained here and then transferred to Beizhen Fusi.

This incident happened today, and the people from Beizhen Fusi came and asked to investigate clearly, but they didn't want to take over this hot potato.

With a duke sitting in charge of the Zhang family, who is going to offend them when they are full? It would be okay if someone loses power.

Don't lose your momentum, these little shoes can last you until you die.

It goes without saying that one needs to understand the ways of the world to be in the world, and it goes without saying that one is in the imperial court.

"Life is hard."

Complaining in his heart, Tang Yu walked into the cell.

Looking at Zhang Qicheng who had put on the torture instrument, he took out the jade token that Zhang Qicheng had snatched from his hand, looked at it, and then cursed loudly.

"You stupid thief who killed a thousand swords, where did you steal the Zhang family token? Just pick flowers, how dare you do such a life-threatening thing?"

Zhang Qicheng stared at Tang Yu coldly and said, "I remember you."

"So what if you remember me? I, Song Qilin, won't change my surname or my name. Why am I afraid of you, a flower-picking thief?"

Tang Yu said righteously and solemnly.

Zhang Qicheng's face darkened. Did this bitch really think of him as a fool? After all, Song Qilin was from Qianhu, so he knew him more or less.

"First of all, tell me honestly how many crimes have been committed over the years, and explain clearly the details and motivations of the crimes."

Tang Yu took a pen and paper and prepared to record everything one by one.

"..."

Zhang Qicheng closed his eyes and pretended not to hear. This matter would soon spread to his family. As long as something happened at home, the trouble would naturally be solved.

Zhang Qicheng's silence did not prevent Tang Yu from continuing to write.

Every time a case came out of his mouth, another one was written down on the paper.

Such cases are all committed by flower pickers, and the victims are all dead.

Taking these two points as common points, Tang Yu continued to write down the cases in the past few years.

Zhang Qicheng, who closed his eyes and pretended to be dead, said with a serious expression after listening for a while.

"What does this case have to do with me? I didn't do it. The person who died was an old woman. I don't have that bad taste."

He would never allow this kid to insult his aesthetics and taste!

"Can anyone prove that you didn't do it? If not, then you did it."

Tang Yu asked rhetorically.

Zhang Qicheng looked at Tang Yu with a gloomy look. After he went back, this little family would have to kill him.

"Then I will continue."

Tang Yu quickly wrote down one case after another about the flower picker on Zhang Qicheng's head.

Every case is a credit.

Many of these victims are from well-off families, and if the case is solved, they can also have their share of the blame.

A total of 327 cases will be recorded.

Tang Yu put the pen into Zhang Qicheng's hand and said: "Okay, let's sign and pledge. Don't embarrass anyone, otherwise you will suffer a lot later, and I will feel bad about it."

"roll."

Zhang Qicheng opened his mouth and sent Tang Yu auspicious words.

"My patience is limited. I will give you three more seconds to decide whether to sign or not."

Tang Yu looked at Zhang Qicheng with a half-smile and started counting down.

"Don't scream at me. If you have the ability, try touching me."

Zhang Qicheng was really annoyed with this guy who pretended to be confused despite his understanding.

Want to take credit for yourself? Is he just a small household?

Tang Yu ignored this guy, and after the countdown ended, he whistled.

Soon, a bald old man walked in from outside.

The old man's expression was a bit shy when he came in.

He was captured by Jin Yiwei a few days ago.

At that time, Xisifang was investigating the case of a flower picker, and he happened to find him and arrested him.

This Lao Deng is also a flower picker.

But it's not the same as Zhang Qicheng.

"It's up to him to give you a chance to redeem yourself."

Tang Yu pointed at Zhang Qicheng, and Lao Deng said with an embarrassed look on his face: "Sir, if there is such a good thing, you will let me go after I finish the matter?"

"Of course, if you do a good job, I can ask you to do similar work in the Xisi room in the future. It depends on whether you want to do it or not."

"I think about it, I really want to!"

The old man said with a longing look on his face: "Then shall I start working now?"

"Okay, if he doesn't want to, let him sign it. If he doesn't sign it, you'll be fine."

After Tang Yu finished speaking, he turned around and left the cell, leaving the two of them alone.

Zhang Qicheng had begun to feel that something was wrong.

His anus tightened instinctively, and he looked at the old man with a wary face and threatened.

"I am Zhang Qicheng from the Zhang family. If you dare to touch me, I, the Zhang family, will crush you to ashes!"

"That's not possible. I'm just a business person. Don't act like a villain."

Lao Deng swallowed, gently pinched Zhang Qicheng's face with a pair of experienced hands, leaned over and sniffed hard, and then showed a satisfied look on his face.

He likes this taste!

Zhang Qicheng had goosebumps all over his body and was about to hit someone.

A guy obsessed with women suddenly changes his identity from a hunter to a prey.

Who the hell can stand this?

After a while, he couldn't bear it anymore and shouted: "I'll sign, I'll fucking sign, get out of here, old dog, if I touch you again I'll kill your whole family."

"Eh...isn't this okay?"

Lao Deng looked disappointed. He hadn't even started yet. He came over with a depressed expression and asked Zhang Qicheng to sign his name with a brush.

Wait for Zhang Qicheng to finish signing.

He hurriedly ran out to report the situation to the compassionate Mr. Tang.