Chapter 65: Lost move (4)

Ling Bufan scratched his head and looked a little depressed: "I don't think the prince would get involved with that kind of person... Since the prince said so, it must be none... right, old Zaifu?!"
Feng Zaitang quickly nodded in cooperation: "Of course...the Prince's words must be credible! We must believe it!"
"But we can't believe it...and wait for others to believe it...what should I do?"
Feng Zaitang is also full of sadness: "Yes, this is nothing to say...no one will believe it!"
Ling Bufan seemed to think of something, and tentatively asked: "Why... let the prince write us a note?"
"What kind of paper?"
"The evidence to prove the innocence of the prince... The prince can just write what just said, for example... I have never been to Xiangmanyuan, and I don’t know Xiaochuntao... If anyone dares to hold this to say something in the future, let’s just use it. The script was slapped on his face..."
Ling Bufan waved his hand, and there was a tendency to slap Ya to death.
"This is acceptable……"
The two of you talked to me, but they were planning for the prince.
The prince was thinking about getting out of this matter this morning, but he never thought about the calculations of these two old foxes.
Nowadays, I heard that writing a few words can prove my innocence, and I immediately wrote down what I said with a pen and ink.
When the crown prince’s jade seal was covered, the heart that was hanging in the wind in the hall finally fell to the ground.
He gratefully aimed at Ling Bufan, but was gently waved his hand calmly.
"The prince... can you please forgive the minister one last question?" Ling Bufan's old face was a bit dog-like.
How could the prince dare to give him his identity, and quickly said respectfully: "The great man is polite, please say!"
"If the prince really has nothing to do with Xiaochuntao... Then there is no mystery about this matter..."
"What do you say?"
"Prince, you think! If Feng Chenglin didn't come to plead guilty, then you wouldn't know about this...You don't know that this is a minor matter, but if someone else knew..."
Ling Bufan stepped forward, lowered his voice, and spoke earnestly.
"His Royal Highness, there are some things I cannot say too clearly as a courtier... Think for yourself, who dares to have such courage, dare to say that you are related to a brothel girl?! Also, three of them become tigers. ...Some words, if you say too much, they will come true...If Xiaochuntao's affairs are spread out by everyone, it will be greatly detrimental to your reputation as the prince..."
He patted the prince on the chest again, and took two steps back with his fists.
"Prince, the old minister is going to reply to the emperor...you...you know..."
The prince's eyes flickered, and he understood what Ling Bufan meant.
"Qiu Jian...Cao Renlong...you are waiting...this prince is not over with you..."

In front of the palace gate, Ling Luoyu sat boringly on the side of the road, waiting for Ling Bufan and others to come out.
She has no official titles, no qualifications to enter the palace, only waiting.
In boredom, she looked for a shade of trees, picked up stones and branches as chess pieces, and drew a backgammon board to play against herself.
The breeze blew, and a white dress fell on the corner of his eyes.
"Is it boring to play chess alone?" The man's voice was like a clear spring, indifferent and transparent.
Ling Luoyu didn't raise his head: "It's up to you!"
The clothes corner flashed, and the man sat down opposite.
"If it were me, I wouldn't take this step..."
The well-knotted fingers pinched the stone that Ling Luoyu had just dropped and moved it to another place.