Chapter 111 How can you open your mouth?

The face of the legendary foolish Sixth Prince suddenly appeared in front of people, and he also had such a good martial arts.

Everyone was shocked.

[Ha, he was exposed.]

Jiang Kangan: "..."

Xiao Siyuan's eyes flashed with a sharp light: "Sixth brother?"

Xiao Yanli stood in place, with veins on the back of his hand bulging.

The onlookers couldn't help but talk about it. The words that Song Shiwei said earlier were thrown behind their minds, and they were focused on digging out this shocking melon.

Such a good martial arts, a foolish person would definitely not be able to learn it. It can only be said that from the beginning, the Sixth Prince's foolishness was pretended.

But a prince actually pretended to be stupid...

People's thoughts are divergent, and in a short while, everyone has thought of many conspiracy theories.

"No, impossible!" Song Shiwei took a few steps back, "To answer your Highness the Fifth Prince, when I followed my father into the palace in my early years, I met the Sixth Prince once. He had a mole on the tip of his nose, but this person doesn't have it!"

Everyone looked over, and sure enough, there was no mole.

Since Xiao Yanli became stupid, Xiao Siyuan had few opportunities to see him, and his face was a little vague in his memory. He was skeptical about what Song Shiwei said.

"How do you remember it?"

Song Shiwei grabbed the hem of her skirt, "Your Highness, your Highness has admired the Sixth Prince for a long time, so I remember it."

At the palace banquet, when Concubine Yu mentioned the selection of people for the Sixth Prince, Song Shiwei's performance was completely different from that of other noble ladies, and they saw it clearly. Xiao Siyuan's inquiring eyes lingered on her for a long time before moving away.

"So," Xiao Siyuan looked up at Xiao Yanli, "What was your intention in pretending to be the Sixth Prince?"

[Did you believe it? Just believe it? No way!]

[The thing on this guy's neck couldn't be a decoration, could you believe it?]

Xiao Yanli breathed a sigh of relief, "His Highness the Fifth Prince has also seen it. It's not that I want to pretend, but I have always looked like this, too similar to the Sixth Prince. In order to avoid being mistaken, I would wear a mask when I go out. I didn't expect today..."

He looked at Jiang Zhiyu and smiled bitterly.

Xiao Siyuan narrowed his eyes. No matter whether this man really looked similar or he was really Xiao Yanli, he could only go along with it and fool around.

He is a skilled martial artist. If he is really Xiao Yanli, he can pretend to be stupid for so many years, which proves that he is scheming. Moreover, his biological mother, Concubine Yu, is now in great favor. There is no need for him to make enemies with him.

"I see."

Xiao Siyuan's words are an admission that he is not Xiao Yanli. Although others have doubts, who dares to expose it in front of the prince? They can only let it go.

Jiang Zhiyu did not say anything. Anyway, her goal has been achieved. What happened today will definitely reach the ears of the emperor. In this way, if Xiao Yanli does not want to arouse the emperor's suspicion, he must not continue to pretend to be crazy and stupid.

He wanted to hide in the dark and be the man behind the scenes, but Jiang Zhiyu wanted to pull him out.

Xiao Yanli had a smile on his face, but his eyes were not smiling at all. Once he was out in the open and under the surveillance of various forces, his future actions would be restricted. The timing of his recovery was so coincidental that it would definitely arouse the emperor's suspicion.

He came to Zuiyuelong just to watch Jiang Kangan and Jiang Zhiyu die with his own eyes, but he didn't expect that he would end up in such a difficult situation!

Jiang! Zhi! Yu!

He paused for a word in his heart. If his eyes could cut people, Jiang Zhiyu would have been cut into pieces by him.

Jiang Zhiyu didn't pay attention to him. She stared at He Yanting.

She touched her chin and felt that this man looked strange.

He Yanting avoided her gaze and sweated on his back.

Ah Fu came over carrying the corpse. Jiang Kangan glanced at the pale Song Shiwei and bowed to Xiao Siyuan: "Excuse me."

Xiao Siyuan was eager for them to leave, and hurriedly returned the greeting.

...

There was only one carriage back to the mansion. As soon as Song Shiwei got on the carriage, she heard Jiang Kangan's indifferent tone: "Do you have anything else to explain?"

Song Shiwei paused, raised her head and looked innocent: "What is big brother talking about? Shiwei doesn't understand."

"Don't understand?" Jiang Kangan curled his lips slightly: "I think you understand it very well."

His slender fingers held a bottle, and Song Shiwei's pupils trembled.

She pinched her sleeves without leaving a trace, and it was indeed empty.

Not only were they not aroused by the spices, but they also stole the bottle from themselves at some point? !

No, stay calm. Since they have taken it away, I don't have any other evidence on me. I just need to insist that I don't know!

Song Shiwei thought so, and her heart became much calmer.

"Shiwei really doesn't know what big brother is talking about," she sat next to him: "What's in this bottle?"

[Just keep pretending. ]

[It's like eating ramen in hail - how can you open your mouth. ]

Jiang Kangan looked at her coldly: "Nothing."

After he finished speaking, he closed his eyes, as if in deep thought.

The three of them were silent all the way, and the carriage slowly arrived at the prime minister's residence.

In the study of Jiang Zhaorong in the prime minister's residence, Jiang Zhaorong was arguing with Jiang Wenjing.

"You want me to give up the position of general?!"

Jiang Wenjing looked at Jiang Zhaorong in disbelief.

Jiang Zhaorong sighed lightly: "He Yanting and your eldest brother's injuries have healed now, why do you have to go to the front line to suffer? Come back and take the imperial examination, and then marry a virtuous wife, how great it would be."

"Bullshit!" Jiang Wenjing's face was full of irritation: "Why didn't you say this when I went to the battlefield on behalf of your brother? I have finally carved out a place for myself in the army, and you want me to give up?!"

Jiang Zhaorong frowned: "There was no way before, but now your eldest brother is well again. You were not as good as your eldest brother in marching and fighting. After you left, your mother and I were worried all day. Swords are merciless on the battlefield!"

"Not as good as eldest brother?" Jiang Wenjing snorted coldly, and Jiang Zhaorong avoided his sight.

"I let it slip," Jiang Wenjing's chest rose and fell, and he looked at Jiang Zhaorong with disappointment: "You always think that I am not as good as my elder brother. In your eyes, I am inferior to him in every way! If there was no one else back then, and you were reluctant to let the position of general fall on someone else, how could it be my turn?!"

Jiang Zhaorong's eyes were red. He reached out and picked up a teacup and threw it on the ground, with fragments flying: "How can you think of me like this! Both of you are my sons! I am doing this for your own good!"

Jiang Wenjing pursed his lips and stared at him with burning eyes.

The servants outside the door were trembling with fear. When they didn't know what to do, a servant outside the courtyard hurried in and shouted: "Prime Minister, Prime Minister, it's not good. The eldest son asked someone to carry a corpse back and put it in the hall. He also said that he would drive Miss Song out of the house!"

Jiang Wenjing's face suddenly changed.

Jiang Zhaorong also frowned, opened the door with a "bang", and walked out of the courtyard. Jiang Wenjing followed closely.

In the hall, Song Shiwei knelt on the ground, tears falling one by one.