"Where is it that easy to overturn the verdict? I believe that with your mind, it is easy to think about the difficulty. Ge Ge and my father have different political views. Ge Shuyu's death may be just a part of their struggle, and I am just a victim.

"I want to overturn the verdict, but if I don't run away, I'm afraid I'll never wait to be in court. Ge Ge is absolutely able to do it. Compared with 'for suicide of crime', it's much better to escape for fear of crime. If I don't run away, are you waiting for death? If I die, how can I overturn the verdict for myself?"

Chu Junlan said something and Fu Zhiheng's face was calm: "I understand your difficulties, but I still don't agree with you escaping like this. How do I know if you are cheating on me? Are you guilty or not guilty? You still want to decide to follow the Tian Mansion. With your one-sided words, I will help you leave. Wouldn't I become an accomplice!"

"Young Master Fu," Chu Junlan's dagger approached inward, frightened Fu Zhiheng so much that he straightened his back and leaned towards the car, "I just let you choose now, help me, or die."

Fu Zhiheng's face turned pale and his eyes were filled with rage.

Originally, he believed Chu Junlan's words, but she treated him so harshly, completely ignoring her previous friendship. She was obviously extremely vicious, and that little bit of shaken disappeared.

"I won't help you!" Fu Zhiheng said coldly.

Chu Junlan smiled and said, "It's not a big deal, I can't live anyway. It's great to pull you and your husband as a cushion."

"Aren't you afraid that I will call for help along the way?"

"That depends on whether the person who saved you came quickly or my sword technique was faster." The dagger approached again, close to his neck and carotid artery, and Fu Zhiheng leaned completely against the car to avoid it.

Yufu is old and has a little unsophisticated ears. Although the conversation in the mule cart is not very real, he has listened a lot. Yufu asked worriedly: "Young Master, do you want to park the car?"

Chu Junlan reached into his arms with his other hand, and his fingertips were clamping three silver pieces to the door curtain in front of the car. As long as the driver dared to move, she would immediately put the needle, and Fu Zhiheng was not sure whether Chu Junlan would kill people.

"No need, keep going." Fu Zhiheng gritted his teeth.

Although the man was confused, he did not continue to ask more questions and continued to go towards the city gate.

Chu Junlan smiled slightly, moved his dagger to Fu Zhiheng's back, and his cold blade was directly facing Fu Zhiheng's back.

Fu Zhiheng turned his head and glared at Chu Junlan with a pale face: "You!"

"Shh!" Chu Junlan made a quiet gesture: "As long as you are obedient, I will not kill you, but if you let me reveal my traces in front of others, I promise to drag you and your servant to die. I still carry a few packets of poison powder on my body. As long as I wave it into the air and get sucked in a few mouthfuls, I am afraid that I will be half-dead for the rest of my life. Mr. Fu should not want to see innocent passers-by as disabled for the rest of my life, right?"

"You! It's simply unreasonable!" Fu Zhiheng's handsome face turned red with anger, but his body was stiff and he was sitting upright, subconsciously afraid that the knife would pierce into his back.

He was not afraid of death, but felt that dying at Chu Junlan was too cowardly! He still had so many important things to do, how could he lose his life because of such stupid reasons?

Soon, the mule cart arrived in front of the city gate. Chu Junlan's palm was a little sweaty. She touched Fu Zhiheng's back waist with the knife handle of the dagger.

Fu Zhiheng suddenly woke up, sat even more straight, and his heartbeat was much faster than before.

The checkpoint in front of the city gate had already been familiar with Fu Zhiheng's mule cart. Two soldiers from the Five City Military Command came forward and said with a smile: "Young Master Fu, you are going out to work hard again."

"Yes." Fu Zhiheng lifted the curtain of the car and said with a smile.

The soldier looked into the car and saw Chu Junlan. He immediately asked in confusion: "Huh? This guy looks very good. Who is Mr. Fu?"

"Oh, he is my servant. I will take him to the village to recognize people today, so I can help me run errands later."

Chu Junlan changed his voice and said in a slightly hoarse young voice: "Just call me Xiaojun. When our young master didn't leave the city, he would just walk back and forth."

When Fu Zhiheng heard Chu Junlan's voice, he was shocked. Chu Junlan imitated the young man and spoke too much, and he couldn't hear that he was a woman.

The two soldiers inspected also dispelled their doubts when they heard her talk. Fu Zhiheng's reputation was beyond them, and they were very convinced of Fu Zhiheng's character, so they felt relieved.

"No problem, let it go." The two returned to the city gate.

Someone then lifted the roadblock and waved his hand to signal the mule cart to leave the city.

Fu Zhiheng secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

After all, he has helped Chu Junlan. If he exposes it now, not to mention that Chu Junlan will do anything crazy, even if he doesn't, he will be labeled as a bandit and his reputation will be ruined for his lifetime.

The mule cart slowly drove out of the city gate.

Who knew that halfway through the journey, a man shouted loudly: "Stop!"

This shout was really sudden, and Yufu, who was so scared that he almost fell to the ground.

Chu Junlan immediately became alert, sat up straight, and touched Fu Zhiheng's waist with the knife handle of the dagger.

Fu Zhiheng was frightened and immediately sat upright, and there was cold sweat on his forehead. He hurriedly wiped his sleeves clean.

At the same time, the curtain behind the mule cart slid, and a tall man leaned into half of his body.

This man was wearing the costume of Wucheng Bingmasi, in his early thirties, had thick eyebrows and big eyes, a high nose and wide mouth, and a righteous face.

The sharp gaze swept across Fu Zhiheng and looked at Chu Junlan again.

Fu Zhiheng said: "What's the point of doing this lord?"

The man glanced at Chu Junlan and reached out to pat her on the shoulder: "You are a good servant."

As he said that, he withdrew his hand, stood up straight and took two steps back, and carefully lowered the curtain.

"It's okay, I've been sure, no problem!" He said that they could leave.

The man in the harem was sweating profusely and drove out of the city directly in a mule cart.

Fu Zhiheng's face was dull for a moment, and he didn't understand what was going on just now.

What exactly did that person do?

Chu Junlan lowered his head and spread his left hand.

I saw a small square piece of paper folded on the palm of her hand.

Fu Zhiheng also saw the note and said "Huh".

The mule cart drove forward three or four miles before Chu Junlan put down his dagger, sat opposite Fu Zhiheng, and unfolded the note with his back to him.

I saw a concise sentence on the note: On the 18th of March, Xi Cui, the maid of Ge, left Beijing overnight and was escorted by two guards to Huaijing.

The signature is "lihui".

Chu Junlan was shocked and held the note tightly in his hand.

Fu Zhiheng said in confusion: "What's wrong? This is what the person just gave you? What's written on it?"

Chu Junlan's expression remained unchanged, and his heart was already filled with storms.

She didn't know what the "lihui" in the signature was, but she subconsciously didn't want others to see these two words.

Chu Junlan made a decision in his heart, tear off the signature on the note, and used his skills casually. The small piece of paper was broken into powder in the blink of an eye, and Chu Junlan gave the remaining half of the note to Fu Zhiheng generously.

"You can see it yourself."
Chapter completed!