When everyone calmed down a little, the ground in the court had been flooded with Qian Bojun's blood.

Song Tianming couldn't help but shake his head: "What a pity, not only did he not catch him, but he also caused us trouble..."

The Qian family will inevitably pursue the death of the eldest son of the Qian family. The thief of military affairs will be killed on the spot, and things will suddenly become complicated.

There will inevitably be a storm in the court.

However, Song Tianming didn't want to worry about these things.

That was a game between Dingbei Hou and other powerful people, and it had nothing to do with himself.

At this moment, in the court, in addition to Song Tianming, Yanli and the county magistrate's yamen runners, there was another person who was almost forgotten by them.

That is Cheng Erlin.

When Qian Bojun was killed, he was splattered by the gushing blood, and he was so scared that he was in a trance.

If it weren't for the county magistrate's reminder, he would have almost forgotten this person.

"Mr. Song, what do you think of this person?" the county magistrate asked tentatively.

"Sir, please do it."

To be honest, Song Tianming really wanted to say something, so he cursed a few words to relieve the hatred in his heart.
Chapter completed!