I'm an Immortal Descendant

Wang Yu also took a look, Zhang Qinghuan's back brain position is indeed broken, shed some blood, but very little, if not for the doctor's careful examination, using network language, if you come to the hospital later, the wound will heal.

The temperature goes up, and it's supposed to be an infection.

No problem!

When the emperor of the Western Zhou Dynasty knew the situation, he was also relieved. If Zhang Qinghuan died in prison, Wang Yu decided to find him bad luck.

"Young master, it's dark and humid here. Let's hurry out."

"It's not good for patients to be here."

Wang Yu nodded.

"Young master, this man is just the inheritance of the Qing emperor. He is only of the same clan with the young master. Is it worth asking the young master to come to the prison specially to pick him up?"

The emperor of the Western Zhou Dynasty was a little strange. He had known the relationship between Wang Yu and Zhang Qinghuan for a long time.

"The same clan is a brother. If he wants to take refuge in me, I will be responsible for him."

People who have great power and can easily decide the life and death of others are often selfish and arrogant. Wang Yu's answer is far beyond his expectation.

"Elder martial brother Wang, I feel very sick."

"It's like a split head."

Wang Yu is a little puzzled, just hurt a little fur, is the symptom so serious?

Instead of going back to the palace with Wang Yu, Zhang Qinghuan was sent to the Qingdi sword court.

Seeing Zhang Qinghuan coming back, the chief of the sword Academy was stunned.

He didn't expect this man to come back alive.

Maybe it's a guilty conscience. He doesn't dare to look at Zhang Qinghuan.

"Just come back, just come back."

Zhang Qinghuan said: "elder martial brother Wang, I'm really wronged. I didn't go to the heaven altar. It's the forbidden area of the royal family. How dare I go there as a small common people?"

What he said is true.

If he was still in prison, he might still be sophistry. After his headache got better, Wang Yu told him that the royal family of the Western Zhou Dynasty would not care whether he broke into the heaven altar.

That's what happened.

Now that it's over, even if he does, it doesn't matter, but he still insists that he is wronged, so the possibility of wronging is very big.

"But one of my clothes is missing. Someone set me up on purpose."

"Elder martial brother Wang, I must find out this matter."

Zhang Qinghuan's eyes were firm.

He was wronged and almost died. After escaping from the disaster, of course, he wanted to find out the murderer who framed him.

In prison these days, he has been thinking about it all the time.

"In that case... The whole Qingdi sword court will cooperate with you in your investigation." Wang Yu also thinks it's strange. Zhang Qinghuan doesn't seem to be a troublemaker. I'm afraid there's something wrong with it. There's nothing wrong with checking it out.

"How do you want to find out?"

Zhang Qinghuan said: "it's not difficult to find out who framed me. Of course, the royal family of the Western Zhou Dynasty will not do this. They want to find out the real culprit, so they rule out the possibility that the royal family of the Western Zhou Dynasty deliberately framed me and took away my clothes, leaving only the people in the sword court."

Wang Yu nodded in agreement with his judgment.

"The people in the sword court set it up."

"Who is it?"

The sword court suddenly burst.

This crime is not small, and the royal family of the Western Zhou Dynasty will not pursue it. But if someone is found to have framed Zhang Qinghuan, not to mention that the royal family of the Western Zhou Dynasty can't bear it, Wang Yu will certainly not let him go.

"Elder martial brother Wang, I want everyone to take out their clothes."

Wang Yu nodded.

The palace man next to the emperor of the Western Zhou Dynasty immediately said, "all the people in the sword yard come to the courtyard with their own clothes."

The people in the sword academy immediately started to move.

Those who haven't, of course, don't worry at all. They go straight to their rooms and take out their clothes.

The clothes of the sword academy are made in a unified way. There are three suits for one person in that season.

And Zhang Qinghuan is a criminal because he lacks one set.

Soon, the people in the sword yard took their clothes and arranged them neatly in the courtyard.

Zhang Qinghuan counted one by one.

Those who have passed, from left to right.

But all the way down the inventory, but let Zhang Qinghuan great surprise, no one less clothes.

Everyone's clothes are neat.

He thought that the murderer might have taken his clothes as his clothes.

Zhang Qinghuan has a habit. To be exact, he should be afraid of poverty. He will mark his own things.

So he went over it again.

Then we'll move the people from the left to the right.

"Well, have you found out?"

Zhang Qinghuan shook his head. He frowned, puzzled.

"The murderer is very cunning."

He was sure that the murderer must be from the sword Academy. He didn't dare to use his own clothes. The clothes might have a smell when they were worn. Maybe he was afraid of being recognized, so it was useless.

Then he must have made a new one“ Who are we looking for to make the clothes in our sword academy? " Zhang Qinghuan asked the martial uncle of the sword Academy. He was in charge of all the trivial matters of the sword Academy. He could be said to be the chief steward“ Taste the cloth shop. " Zhang Qinghuan immediately begged Wang Yu: "elder martial brother Wang, I want to inquire whether someone went to this cloth shop to make clothes again these days."“ Good As soon as Wang Yu agreed, someone from the Western Zhou Dynasty immediately went to summon him. The expression of the head of the sword academy, who had a natural look, became strange. Zhang Qinghuan took a look at him“ Chief, not many people know where the clothes are made. " The chief said: "not many, but not all. Some people know that this is not a secret. If someone asks, it will be easy to spread." That's right. The boss of the cloth shop was soon called. When he saw the emperor, he knelt down“ Boss, has anyone come to your sword yard to make clothes in recent days "Yes," said the cloth shop owner Zhang Qinghuan asked excitedly: "who?" The boss of the cloth shop pointed to the martial uncle, which made Zhang Qinghuan's heart fall down again. The martial uncle was responsible for this matter. "How many things have you done?"“ Nine. " No problem, Zhang Qinghuan and three others, three pieces for each“ After that, no one will look for you to make clothes? " The cloth shop owner shook his head. Finished, clues broken, Zhang Qinghuan Leng in the spot. It was the biggest flaw he thought, but now it's gone“ It's impossible, there's no reason... "Zhang Qinghuan thought about it, and always felt that something was wrong. But he couldn't think of it“ Ah“ Head, my head hurts... "He hugged his head in pain“ Elder martial brother Zhang... "Elder martial brother Zhang..." his two younger martial brothers cried nervously“ What's the matter with you? " Zhang Qinghuan hugged his head with great strength, which was about to burst his head. "My head, want to burst..." "imperial doctor..." Wang Yu called out and asked the doctor to help. But when his perspective swept over Zhang Qinghuan, he was stunned. Zhang Qinghuan's eyes turned red, emitting a strange light.