"Why not?"

Jiang Meng got excited, "My brother obviously bought it from your bun shop, how dare you deny it."

"Which brother is yours?"

Jiang Meng was stunned, turned around and picked out a person from the crowd, and said firmly: "Tell her quickly that this bun was bought from her shop."

The person Jiang Meng turned to send was not a gangster on the street, but a male student from Zhuxian Academy's Chinese calligraphy class.

Xia Qianqian recognized this person at a glance as Zhu Zirong's favorite disciple, and had followed him to Nianxianyuan.

And this person did buy the buns from her.

Not only Xia Qianqian recognized him, but others also recognized him.

"That student Ren, who was in front of me just now, did buy five buns." Someone rubbed his chest and muttered.

Because, he followed and bought five buns, and now he had eaten them all.

When I thought that there was something wrong with the buns, maybe I didn't notice it at the time, it felt like there were thousands of bugs squirming in my stomach, which made me feel sick and uncomfortable.

It’s so hopeless.

As soon as this person finished speaking, the final word was final.

It was as if the judge's verdict had immediately condemned Xia Qianqian to death.

The situation in front of him was one-sided, Zhu Zirong was so proud that he did not forget to add fuel to the fire, and said in a strange tone: "Xia Xiazi, did you know that setting up a stall at the entrance of the college to sell things requires a handwritten agreement from the three parties of the Yamen?

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"Handwritten?" Xia Qianqian repeated.

Sure enough, Xia Qianqian didn’t know about the handwriting.

Zhu Zirong became more and more proud, thinking that he had another excuse for her, and then sneered and taunted: "Your family is poor, and the dean of the college sympathizes with you and pities you. He turns a blind eye to you setting up a stall without permission, right?"

Pretend you didn't see it. But why are you so unaware that you just set up a stall when you set up a stall, and you still caused such an embarrassing thing."

"The food you sell is not only substandard, but you also maliciously hurt people. This matter is no longer something that I, the husband, can shield and protect."

As he spoke, he bowed his hands to Luo Hong and said, "Master Luo, Xia Qianqian, a disciple of our academy, committed such a thing. As a gentleman, I feel deeply guilty. I only hope that you can deal with it impartially."

"Shut up!"

As soon as Zhu Zirong finished speaking, a loud roar came from the gate of the college.

Then, an old man in gray robe swinging his wide sleeves swaggered over and rushed to Xia Qianqian.

A pair of tiger eyes looked her up and down, and without caring about the others, he carefully asked: "Are you okay? Did they hurt you?"

"No harm."

Xia Qianqian looked at Mr. Liu, smiled faintly, and said with a pun: "You came at the right time, but it's just a group of people here who want to frame me."

"I want to see who dares to frame you!" Liu Laoyi raised his voice, frightening Zhu Zirong.

Mr. Dean, you actually want to go head-to-head with Mr. Luo for the sake of an unknown student.

"Dean, it's Xia Qianqian..." Zhu Zirong complained first and stepped forward to stop the dean, but he flicked his sleeve and kept him away.

Mr. Liu's mind is not at all on how things will develop. He only cares about whether the girl in front of him is wronged.

If his future master is wronged on his territory, how can he still hang out if someone goes out?

Luo Hong met Mr. Liu at the General's Mansion and knew his identity.

A director who came out of the imperial hospital went to a remote mountainous area and opened a college.

Although he is not in the capital, his connections in the capital are intricate and difficult to offend.

Seeing that Dean Liu actually stood up to support Xia Qianqian, Luo Hong could only admire her. This woman's luck was not ordinary.

Luo Hong has learned from adversity that he should not take sides easily until the last minute.

He politely said: "I act in accordance with the law and will never be biased. I also ask the dean to know the law and not to embarrass me."

"A good person acts in accordance with the law."

Xia Qianqian stood up and said without saying a word: "Then let's see who should be arrested."

As she spoke, she bent down to pick up the oil paper bags on the ground, spread them out, and said seriously: "I have evidence to prove that these buns are not from my family."

This bun was obviously bought from her home, how can you prove it?

Xia Qianqian's words aroused everyone's curiosity.

I saw that she turned the two buns over to reveal the bottom of the buns, and the girl's clear voice resounded in the air, "Every bun I sell has my family's brand."

Brand?

Everyone looks at me, and I look at you.

Does this little bun still have a brand?

As she spoke, she turned around and took out an oil paper bag from her backpack, opened it and flattened it, turned over each of the five buns, with the bottom facing up, pointed to the center of the bun, and said proudly: "Everyone, please see, each bun is printed with ''

The imprint of "Xianzi'."

Hearing this, everyone came forward to watch.

In the center of the bun, there are indeed two recessed fonts.

Because it is very small, it is molded on the bun dough and is the same color as the dough. If you don’t look carefully, you can’t tell it at all.

Five Xia family buns, each with words on the bottom.

As for the two smashed buns, the bottoms were intact, but there was no font.

Everyone looked at it and nodded.

Jiang Meng saw that the situation had reversed, and angrily argued: "This bun was obviously purchased from her. Maybe her buns are not individually printed."

Xia Qianqian sneered and said loudly: "The buns I sold today total five baskets. I believe there are many students who have not eaten. You can open the buns in your hands and take a look. The facts will be clear at a glance."

As soon as he finished speaking, many people opened the buns that were about to be discarded and looked through them. Sure enough, they found the mark.

"I have a mark here."

"I have a mark here..."

"My buns also have..."

The constant sounds made Jiang Meng's face turn red and white, making him look extremely ugly.

He rushed forward, grabbed the student's clothes and collar, and yelled, "What on earth is going on?"

Under the glare of many people, the student hurriedly revealed his true feelings, "I bought steamed buns from Student Xia's place, but I tasted one and thought...it was delicious. I couldn't hold it back and ate them all."

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"Those buns are... mine. I bought them elsewhere."

It turned out that I bought the buns somewhere else, but I lied that I bought them from Xia Xuezi. Isn’t this the wrong person?

Everyone suddenly realized.

It turns out that the problem is not with the buns here, but with the buns elsewhere.

And Xia Qianqian would not be so stupid and let things get through so easily.

She picked up two branches from the ground and separated the bun on the ground.

He stretched out a small stick and clamped the insect body inside, walked forward slowly, fixed it in front of the student's eyes, and teased: "If the insect is in the bun, it must be cooked after being steamed, but it doesn't look like it?"

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Chapter completed!