The yamen runner took out the cloth from Yao Lu's mouth, and Yao Lu's lips trembled and trembled, and finally said in a low voice: "Mom, these are all tricks of dog officials, don't be blinded."

Wang Yan waved his hand again: "Bring it up."

The yamen runners stuffed Yao Lu's mouth and dragged it to the side. The guards outside the door escorted Ding Wei and fake grain into the store.

Both of them were stunned when they saw Yao Lu kneeling, and then they did not look at him and were pushed into the hall by the yamen runners.

The servant changed Wang Yan to a new tea, and Wang Yan took a sip: "Hulu, oh, oh. Yao Lu has already obtained it, you two guys quickly draw the truth."

Ding Wei and the fake grain vendor were both motionless, as if they were clay sculptures.

Wang Yan hummed coldly: "Put on the stick and put Yao Lu on it."

The yamen runner quickly carried the stick on his clamp, and Yao Qi took two steps: "Sir, why should I clamp my clamp?"

Wang Yan said lightly: "We should see if these two slaves are important in their hearts, whether the master is important or the secret is important."

Yao Qi was stunned. Just as he was about to open his mouth again, he was immediately dragged away by the blocking mouth. The yamen runners quickly clamped Yao Lu, and as soon as they collected the rope, the fake grain vendor suddenly whined: "Stop!"

Ding Wei hit him and intercepted him: "Caomin does not know this young master, nor does he know what the adult meant. He just asked him not to hurt the innocent."

Wang Yan looked fierce and slapped the handrail: "Two animals are still making trouble in front of our headquarters! Oh, when you were given medicine by our headquarters, you had already explained everything. Yao Lu is your prince!"

Ding Wei and the grain dealer shook their bodies one after another, as if they were greatly shocked, and quickly looked at each other.

Wang Yan whispered: "What kind of son of the demon god is Yao Lu in the mouth of the beasts? Isn't it? If you don't come by the actual trick, the headquarters will put him in paper!"

The yamen runners gathered the sticks and the fake grain vendor said in a lost voice: "Stop!"

Ding Wei growled: "Sharhu!"

The fake grain vendor closed his eyes with pain: "Moding, let me continue to be this informant and bear all the punishment from the Emperor of Heaven!"

Ding Wei sniffed again: "Sharhu!"

The fake grain vendor closed his eyes and turned his head away, as if he didn't want to look at him again. Ding Wei shouted angrily, and threw himself towards the ground, but was held tightly by the guards.

Wang Yan took a sip of tea again: "If you dare to commit suicide without any help, your department will not only clamp Yao Lu. The department will first clamp Yao Han, Yao Qi and Yao Lu into paper, and then roll it into strips."

The fake grain dealer trembled for a moment and kowtowed: "Mr., the princes know nothing. We only found them not long ago. We did all these things. I can help, but we, the Dongzhen royal family, have only three princes left. Please allow me to use my own lives, Modding's lives, to exchange for the lives of the princes!"

Ding Wei shouted angrily: "Sharhu, you fool, you told the secrets of the three remaining princes of our clan. How could these officials and their emperor let them go! Our Dongzhen royal family is about to be the last one!"

The fake grain vendor was shocked again, and he roared and crashed into the ground, and was pulled by the guards.

Lan Jue also picked up the teacup and moistened his throat.

Ding Wei's blood-covered eyes were filled with tears, and he looked at Yao Qi and Yao Lu.

"Princes, your humble servants have fallen into the trap of these dog officials. They can only pray to serve you again when they meet in heaven!" A mouthful of blood was spitting out.

The guard immediately grabbed his chin and sprinkled golden medicine on his tongue.

The fake grain vendor looked at the roof, blood flowed from the corner of his mouth, murmured: "Emperor of Heaven, we did not protect the old prince well, so that he was harmed by the dog officials in the Central Plains. Now that the last bloodline of the Dongzhen Kingdom has been destroyed, please let my soul be ashes..." Several other guards pried open his mouth and stuffed the cloth covered with golden sores in it.

Wang Yan took another sip of tea and signaled to drag the two of them aside.

"It's such a good show to sing for life. The last bloodline is the only three remaining princes. Well, the headquarters and the college have harmed your so-called old prince Yao Cong, and then you asked you to remind me just now that there are three little princes, Yao Han, Yao Qi and Yao Lu. Thinking of making more of them in the end, it's impossible to make up! Haha, Shah Hu, fooling you. Silly boy, you should have seen that these two people are desperately trying to kill you and your two brothers when they die. Don't you tell the truth?"

Zhang Ping continued: "The Yao family's family's family has never been human in the eyes of these people. If it weren't for the treasure of the King's Tomb, your whole family would have been wiped out. At this time, they just thought that Lord Wang really regarded you as the prince and the culprit, so they tried their best to prove this. Use the lives of your three brothers to protect the people they really want to protect."

The guard took out the cloth from Yao Lu's mouth again. Yao Lu looked at Ding Wei and the fake grain vendor tightly, opened his lips several times before making a sound.

"My father... were you killed? Uncle and you really want to use it before killing us?"

The expressions on Ding Wei and the fake grain vendor's faces suddenly disappeared. This nothingness was better than the coldest cold.

Yao Lu was shocked.
Chapter completed!