Chapter 330
The troupe master thought for a moment and replied: "I remember that when Mei Yang was 13 years old, he slipped and fell off the stage during rehearsal, leaving a big scar on his knee. The doctor said that the scar would never go away for the rest of his life. "

Xuanyuan Chen said with a smile: "In that case, I invite this living Buddha to prove whether you are Mei Yang or not?"

Shi Kong couldn't sit still anymore, he stood up all of a sudden, the peace and kindness that had been pretending on his face disappeared, replaced by endless fear.

After he stood up, he turned his eyes left and right for a while, as if he was weighing something. Finally, he fell to his knees with a "plop", knocked his forehead to the ground, and said loudly to the emperor: "Your Majesty, it's the grass-roots ghosts who are obsessed with money and money. Fame and fortune, that’s why I pretended to be a monk to cheat your trust. All this was done by Caomin alone, Caomin knew that he had committed the death crime of deceiving the emperor, please kill Caomin right now!”

After he finished speaking, the emperor's face was the ugliest one.

Mei Yang's words were like a resounding slap on the emperor's face, mercilessly mocking how ridiculous the emperor's superstitious belief in the so-called Living Buddha was.

However, Shi Kong's answer did not satisfy Xuanyuan Chen, Tang Yi, and Zhao Yuanxiang.

Tang Yi was the first to speak, and said coldly: "Mei Yang, you should keep your words to deceive children! You are just an actor, if no one is behind your back, you are the only one who wants to meet the emperor and deceive him. ?!"

The emperor's expression was embarrassing, but because of the royal face, he suppressed the embarrassment and tried his best to look majestic and angry, but he didn't know how funny it was in the eyes of everyone.

Since Mei Yang had taken all the charges by himself, he naturally regarded death as home, he raised his head, turned to look at Tang Yi, and said with a stern face: "This matter was indeed done by me alone, if the prince doesn't believe it, I can't do anything about it. "

Tang Yi raised his eyebrows. With a more impatient temper, he hated this kind of prisoner who kept asking questions for a long time, so he couldn't help but sternly said: "This king will let someone torture you, we will see how long you will be stubborn!"

Mei Yang sneered again and again: "everything I said is true, even if the prince skins me alive, I will say the same thing and never change a word."

He is determined to protect the people behind the scenes.

Zhao Yuanxiang was a little puzzled, what kind of involvement could make Mei Yang protect Concubine Jin so tight-lipped?

"Really not changing a single word?" Xuanyuan Chen spoke slowly, with a very leisurely tone.

"Stop talking nonsense, if you want to kill or cut, it's up to you!" Mei Yang stared at him resolutely, his handsome face looked a little ferocious.

Xuanyuan Chen laughed, and said to Yue Lu: "Yue Lu, show it to him."

"Yes." Yue Lu replied, then lowered his head and took out something from his cuff.

It is a wooden hairpin, the workmanship is rough, the wood has turned black, it is obviously something old, but it is worthless.

However, when Mei Yang saw this hairpin, his expression of preferring death to surrender instantly shattered like porcelain, and was replaced by an unspeakable complex emotion.

There seems to be joy, excitement, tension, and sadness...

His eyes were fixed on the hairpin as if they had taken root, and after a while, the ever-changing expression gradually eased.He looked at Xuanyuan Chen, and asked hesitantly, "This hairpin... where did you get it?"

(End of this chapter)

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