Mrs. Yang said peacefully: "As early as half a year ago, I had already arranged for my youngest son Yang Qin to go to his grandfather's house, and you once asked, a thousand miles is not too far, why haven't you come back yet?"

"I can answer my husband's question now, Qin'er won't come back, he didn't go to his grandfather's house, but ...... I joined a sect and became a disciple of a sect, this is my arrangement. At that time, I was afraid that you would not agree, so I did not reveal the truth, and I only hoped that one day, Qin'er would come back and explain to you by himself after completing his cultivation. Now it seems...... Everything is crooked, leaving a little blood for your Yang family. ”

"This can be regarded as one thing that I, as the daughter-in-law of your Yang family, have done for your family. ”

"Hoo ......"

Yang Botao let out a long breath, as if he had let go of a big stone in his heart, and said gratefully: "Thank you for the good wife!"

Mrs. Yang looked at Yang Botao with her eyes and said, "Until now, don't you want to tell me the reason?"

Yang Botao took a deep breath, as if he wanted to say something, but when the words came to his mouth, he swallowed them back and said, "Mrs. doesn't have to know about this section." Just think of me...... Yang Botao suddenly lost his heart with lard, and the ghost was confused. ”

His eyes were full of pain, and he said: "In my life, Yang Botao, I can't live with the Nine Statues is the first case, and I can't live with you, Mrs., it is the second case!"

He stood up, looked at Madame with fixed eyes, and suddenly knelt down with a puff, and said, "Madam, I can't help you!"

The tears that Mrs. Yang forcibly held back finally flowed out.

At this time, he still refused to say anything......

Yang Botao slowly stood up and walked out without looking back.

Yang Botao knew that there was no turning back for him, and there was no turning back for a long time!

Mrs. Yang's tears fell for a long time, and she said, "That's it, if you don't say it, don't say it; There's nothing wrong with being a fool, people, why bother to figure everything out!"

She picked up a glass of wine, drank it slowly, and muttered, "I wanted to poison this wine, and that's it, but ...... In the end, I still didn't give up. ”

"That's it, on the day of the public trial, let's go to Jiuquan together......"

......

The night was deep, the wind was howling in the sky, and the wind seemed to be getting stronger.

The cold wind whistled through the air, stirring a sharp sound unexpectedly, like ten thousand ghosts coming out together, and people couldn't help but explode their scalps.

In the entire Tiantang City, countless people were waiting for the moment of dawn.

When the day dawns, it's time for the truth to be revealed.

Tie Zheng was an exception, he went to bed early, snoring loudly, and slept very sweetly, like a dead pig, but after the fourth watch, he suddenly got up, startling his wife beside him.

"Why so early?"

"There is a big event today! Raise your spirits, get up early and prepare early!"

Tie Zheng was shirtless, and he jumped up all at once, and the cold wind blew on his bare chest and face, and suddenly a spirit, the only remaining residual sleep, disappeared without a trace in an instant.

Tie Zheng washed his face with cold well water again, quickly put on his robe neatly, wiped his face indiscriminately, and said, "Madam, I'm going to do something." ”

Without waiting for the lady to answer, he took a big step and walked out.

Her wife leaned against the door in her robe, vaguely feeling that something was not quite right with Tie Zheng today, but she was just going up to court as usual...... As for such a majestic and high-spirited decisive battle?

Well, that's right, the court!

However, Tie Zheng wore a sword at his waist, a heart guard on his chest, a suit of armor, and the soldiers behind him helped him hold the Daguan sword...... Where is this going to the court?

It's clearly a posture to fight!

As soon as he thought of this, he couldn't help but cover his mouth in shock, and was about to chase him out to ask, but found that Tie Zheng's figure had disappeared around the corner.

It's gone.

......

This Tiantang Square has already been crowded.

A towering flag, standing in the center, this big chess is twenty zhang high, and the blood-red flag is flying in the air.

Underneath the flag, there is a high platform.

This high platform is the main venue of this public trial!

It's just this public trial......

All the top leaders know that this so-called public trial is nothing more than a cover.

Whether it is the high-rise side of Yutang or the side of the Four Seasons Building, they are all waiting for a person to appear.

Whether the crime is conclusive or not does not depend on the evidence, but only in the presence or non-appearance of that person!

If Fengzun appears, then Yang Botao is guilty, the crime is extremely evil, and the crime is unforgivable!

If Fengzun did not appear, then Yang Botao would be innocent, all sins would be gone, and he would be safe and sound!

It has nothing to do with other witnesses and physical evidence, and it is not counted!

The sun is three poles, and the sun shines on the earth.

The five presiding judges have all arrived at this time, and the direct party Yang Botao has also come here to await trial.

Yang Botao didn't bring many people on this trip, less than 30 people in total.

It's just that these ones are obviously wearing military uniforms, but the momentum on their bodies makes Qiu Jianhan and other bigwigs still can't help but look at them twice.

The strong and domineering momentum of this group of people, which is completely different from the military, everyone can see it, and everyone knows that this group of people is by no means simple, and it is not trivial.

Old Marshal Qiu snorted and said, "Yang Shuai, there are really a lot of masters in your own soldiers! There are many capable people, and even the old man doesn't know whether to say envy or jealousy when he sees it!"

Yang Botao's face was pale, quite a bit of a soullessness, and he just hummed at Marshal Qiu's heart-wrenching words, and didn't seem to hear what he said clearly, and he didn't say anything to explain and refute it.

The back, which had always been straight as a pine, was obviously rickety.

Tie Zheng has been paying attention to Yang Botao's every move, word and deed since the moment he arrived, and his heart suddenly moved; obviously he had only been seen overnight; this Yang Botao seemed to have aged for 20 years all of a sudden, was there anything else in this?!

Tie Zheng just heard Qiu Lao's words of praise and derogation, and he paid more attention to Yang Botao's actions, thinking that he would talk endlessly about his defenses, such as this handsome life of horses, iron bones, loyalty and courage, and the help of many righteous people, what is strange, if Yang Botao said so, Tie Zheng would definitely rush over directly, even if he didn't do it, he would have to spit on his face, but at this time Yang Botao's actions were too abnormal, Tie Zheng didn't know what to do, so he sat down silently.

At this time, the eyes of Yang Botao were not only Marshal Qiu and Tie Zheng, but everyone present focused their eyes on him, facing the sword-like gaze in all directions, Yang Botao lowered his eyes, did not say anything, and his face was dull, like a wood carving clay sculpture.

Among the group of people who followed him, two people always stood left and right behind him, while the others quietly dispersed, scattering into the crowd without a trace, seemingly walking casually, but in fact faintly forming a network of encirclement.

Big circle.

Yang Botao sat there with his eyes closed, his face sinking like water, but his heart was shocked by a long-remembered sentence: "Why?"

It was his wife, full of doubts and puzzles.

Why?

Yang Botao is also asking this question in his heart!

But now there is only a wry smile on his face, speechless, unintentional.

If Feng Zun appears, then the coffin will be conclusive, no matter how much he refutes it, no matter how much he lists and perfects the supporting evidence, it will be useless.

If the wind does not come out......

If not......

Yang Botao couldn't think of a reason why Feng Zun couldn't come out.

Jiuzun has never needed to have so many taboos, only what should and shouldn't be!

In the past, the Yutang War was full of risks, and the situation of countless battles was dangerous, but no matter how critical the war was, as long as they could catch up, the people of the Nine Venerables would inevitably rush to help, and they would never care about the so-called danger, only what should be done!

In fact, even if Feng Zun does not come, what can he change, his act of collaborating with the enemy and rebellion has already been decided in the hearts of the top leaders of Yutang, no matter whether Feng Zun finally appears or not, parting with his wife this morning is the secret of this life!

My wife won't wait any longer for her to go back.

Thinking of this, Yang Botao's heart was full of convulsive pain.

The platform was surrounded by heavily armed soldiers who guarded the stability of the platform, and beyond that, there were groups of solemn troops forming the second line of defense, and then there were ordinary people watching.

It's just that there are unusually many onlookers today, and the crowd is crowded, and you can't see the end at a glance.

Everyone present was waiting.

In the Imperial Palace, His Majesty the Emperor is waiting, the Taiwei Mansion, the old Taiwei is waiting, and there are other existences in the sky waiting...... Yang Botao and his guards were also waiting.

"By the will of His Majesty the Emperor, a public trial hearing is held here on the accusation of Yang Botao, the marshal of the Northern Army of the Yutang Dynasty, of framing the enemy, one of the nine deities. ”

Leng Daoyin's voice was like a sonorous sound of gold and iron: "It is a matter of national fortune, and the world must witness it, don't let it be in vain, don't let Yingling Jiuquan hate ......"

"Belt, Yang Botao!" Leng Dao shouted.

Yang Botao slowly stood up, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he strode onto the stage.

On the high platform, only Yang Botao stood alone.

There was nothing in front of him, nothing but emptiness.

Everyone is waiting.

If Feng Zun will have an indication, then it should be at this moment.

Anyone with a discerning eye knows that this is a bureau.

It's not Yang Botao, it's Fengzun, or the surviving Yiying Nine Zun!

Fengzun appears, then, Yang Botao is a mortal sin!

There's no room for manoeuvre!

However, Fengzun will suffer a great crisis, except for Yutang, the whole world regards the people in the Nine Venerables as the source of the disaster, and they are eager to get rid of it quickly!

But if Fengzun does not appear, then, the public trial against Yang Botao will be turned, and there will be countless corroboration to prove that he was wronged; it is also an unacceptable fact that the heroes have been wronged, and the former has not been far away from the change of Shangguan Jiangmen, if the accusation is reversed today, then from now on, Yang Botao's reputation and power in Yutang will be on a higher level, no matter what the high-level thinks, they can no longer do anything about it in the short term!

All eyes are on them, all of them are quietly waiting, waiting for Fengzun to make a choice for this dilemma.

Is it to come forward to break the mask of the traitor and face the unpredictable crisis?!

Or do you want to keep your useful body and leave it for him to reappear one day!?

Time passed little by little, and Fengzun did not appear.

Gradually, there were faint whispers in the audience.

Tie Zheng was dressed in a military uniform, pressing the hilt of the sword with his left hand, and holding his Daguan knife in his right hand, looking at the high platform with fierce eyes.

However, there was no movement on the other side for a long time, and Tie Zheng was also playing the drum vigorously in his heart......

He firmly believed what Feng Zun said, Yang Botao must be a traitor, and he must be the one who betrayed the Nine Venerables, but he can't believe in this matter, the current public trial, there must be enough credibility, this can only be determined by Feng Zun's appearance, and everything else is floating clouds!

On the high platform, the old marshal Qiu Jianhan looked into the distance, with a leisurely expression.

Do you come, or don't you come?

A little bit......

Whew......

Someone shouted in surprise: "The wind is coming! The wind is big!"

......