The divine doctor and the veterinary concubine are super fierce

Chapter 1121 I know who planned all this

After hearing what Chu Yunxi said, Yu Wenmo gritted his teeth loudly, and countless wild lions roared in his heart.

Ahhh, why can't this bitch die, why why.

Although Yu Wenmo yelled, he was not in a position to lose his composure in public. He calmly called Xing Haoyang, the Minister of Dali Temple, over, "How did you investigate the case? You don't even know if someone made a mistake?"

Xing Haoyang could only plead guilty. After Yu Wenmo glanced at the Yan family, he said reluctantly: "Since the person who plotted against me and the queen is not Princess Yan, then all the Yan family should be released."

All the servants of the Yan family burst into tears, and wiped away their tears happily. Don't die, don't you die?
The people in the audience shouted in ecstasy, Lord Yan and Princess Yan don't have to die.

Well, I thought they'd be fine.

Yes, yes, I don't want to see King Yan and Princess Yan die either.

Looking at all this, Yu Wenmo was so angry that he wanted to order everyone to return to the palace.

But Yan Heng opened his mouth first: "My Majesty, I have found out who set up this drama, from the Seventh Prince to the King of Qin, then to King Lu, and then to the Majesty, all of these are the same. A black hand is pushing, and the purpose of this person is to seize Dongchen's country and sit on the throne himself."

As soon as Yan Heng's words came out, everyone outside the supervisory platform screamed: "Who? Who planned all this."

"Who has such great ability?"

"It seems that this person is very powerful."

"It must be a powerful person, otherwise he could do so many things, and he is so ruthless, destroying all the members of Yuwen's family."

Yu Wenmo and Fang Zhishu on the supervisory stage felt their hearts sank, and they had a bad instinct.

Yan Heng is a person who always seeks revenge, so he and Chu Yunxi plotted against him first, and they will definitely fight back.

Yu Wenmo wanted to leave, but unfortunately the people below had already shouted loudly: "Yan Wang Ye, who is it?"

"Yes, who is it?"

"We want to know who is so powerful. He must be very powerful to plot against the Holy Majesty and the prince."

Yan Heng glanced at the people under the surveillance stage, and said with a slow smile, "I'll let everyone meet someone, and you'll understand."

After Yan Heng finished speaking, he raised his hand and patted the audience twice, and soon a few people walked over from the audience, the leading woman was wearing a veil and a flowing dress, and she looked like a fairy , but everyone couldn't see her face, so everyone was baffled.

But Yu Wenmo and Fang Zhishu guessed something, and their faces turned ugly.

Yu Wenmo didn't wait for Yan Heng to open his mouth, and took the lead in shouting: "All these messed up people are taken to the execution platform, and they are not taken down."

Yan Heng sneered, looking at Yu Wenmo with dark eyes, said: "Your Majesty doesn't want to know who is behind the plot to plot against people in the royal family? Could it be that His Majesty knows."

One word made Yu Wenmo's words get stuck, it's hard for him to know everything.

The common people in the audience were talking about the woman on stage.

"Who is this person?"

"Well, don't know who she is?"

"Look and talk."

Yu Wenmo couldn't threaten Yan Heng, and instead threatened Fang Zhishu: "Who are you, you'd better think about the severity of things, if you cause trouble, you won't be alone."

Yu Wenmo was warning Fang Zhishu not to talk nonsense.

Fang Zhishu laughed wryly after hearing this, but she didn't regret it. She had thought clearly in the past three days. Everyone in the world knew that the Holy Majesty married the prostitute of the Guangyang Marquis Mansion, that is, she, even if she returned to the palace and ended up with A dead body, she is also a queen of gold and jade, she will be buried in the royal tomb after death, she does not want and does not want to live in that temple for the rest of her life.

Fang Zhishu thought about it, and slowly raised his hand to take off the white cloak on his head, revealing her face.

　It's over, I'm exhausted. . . . .

　　
　
(End of this chapter)