Bring your aunt to eat big meat, the scumbag father's family is furious

Then he reminded: "In addition to writing the formation, you also need to draw a formation diagram."

Two tables, two people with their backs facing each other, this way there will be no suspicion of peeking.

Qiao Yuan spoke slowly, "The two generals can guarantee that these formations have all been used on the battlefield and are not fabricated in the slightest."

"Of course. Besides the two of us, there are other generals who can testify. If Lord Qiao doesn't believe it, wait until we return to the capital and appear before the emperor. Then we can summon the other generals and we'll know the truth." General Xu laughed without any psychological burden.

"Master Qiao may not know that these formations came into our hands when the war first started. We studied them day and night, and several of the leading generals can almost recite them by heart."

Qiao Yuan was silent.

These two commanders were indeed upright and incorruptible, and only looked at the facts. Originally, they thought that as long as they presented more favorable evidence, the two commanders would side with them. However, the portraits and formation diagrams were in the hands of the two commanders, and they only recognized this, which was actually very disadvantageous to their side.

I miscalculated. I really miscalculated.

Song Ruier knelt in the crowd, feeling very uneasy. Only then did he realize that his sister had made preparations in advance and prepared a heavy-weight certificate. He really underestimated her.

If she wins this game, won't she be so successful that he will never be able to catch up with her in his lifetime?

Song Ruier placed her hands on the ground, grabbing a handful of soil.

Qiao Lianer had sharpened the inkstone and dipped it in ink to write. The tip of his pen moved as smoothly as flowing water. He felt relaxed and at ease.

Qiao Lian'er held the pen, hesitated and wandered, and did not write a single word for a long time. Her hands were shaking and sweat was dripping on her forehead.

She felt that she was standing on an open trial stand. Although she was not the only one who benefited after the incident, she was now almost the only one facing this dilemma.

Faintly, the suppressed hatred in my heart began to grow and spread.

She closed her eyes.

Fortunately, I have been reading military books recently and have written down some things, so I am not completely ignorant.

She gritted her teeth, wrote down what she had some impression of, and tried to draw a picture.

Qiao Chaoheng was also desperately trying to think of a solution. He turned his head and whispered something to Mr. and Mrs. Qiao.

A hint of understanding appeared on the two men's gloomy faces.

When everything was written and submitted, the two generals looked at each other and there was a hint of sarcasm on their faces.

With such mediocre talent, he dared to touch the real sickle. The difference between the two pieces of paper can no longer be described as a fight. One is cloud and the other is mud. They are not in the same dimension.

"Everyone, look carefully. This is the formation created by Qiao Jian'er from the village. It's compared to the real formation. Aside from some discrepancies in the expression of individual characters, the meaning is almost identical. The formation diagram also matches, and the handwriting is exactly the same."

General Xu presented the contrast to everyone.

"This is Qiao Lian'er's formation at the east end of the village. It's completely unrelated. I just copied some content from a military book. The formation diagram is messy and disorganized, and the handwriting is completely inconsistent."

"There's no need to compare the second formation. The truth is here, everyone understands it."

Everyone was in an uproar.

It turned out that it was the Qiao family at the east end of the village who took credit for the work.

One villager said angrily, "It seems they are of high status, yet they chose to settle in this remote village. I knew something was amiss from the start. They clearly have no good intentions."

"The sickle in our village can build bridges, do business, prevent floods, and fight wars. How can ordinary girls compare to them? Even the daughters of high-ranking families can't compare to them."

"That's right. There are only a few Jian'er in the world. That's why the emperor's reward was sent thousands of miles away. Anyone who wants to steal the credit from Jian'er, no one in Datian Village agrees."

"Yes, I don't agree."

It’s not that the villagers don’t appreciate the kindness of the Qiao family at the east end of the village, but they now know that their so-called kindness is just a means to an end.

Qiao Lian'er fell to the ground, shivering, with only fear in her eyes. Even though the sun was shining brightly above her head, she felt very cold all over.

Yu Jianshan had been watching the excitement with his arms folded. He said, "General Xu, can we read the imperial edict now?"

"Wait." Qiao Chaoheng said.

"Master Qiao, is there anything I can help you with?" General Lu looked at him with amusement.

Yes, Mr. Qiao’s family has been waiting here for a long time, so how could they give up?

"Those formations were indeed taken out by my sister. The reason why my sister didn't write them down just now is because she has lost her memory."

"And this Qiao Jian'er, who delivered my sister's formation to several generals prematurely, copied her old calligraphy, and even replaced my sister's portrait with his own. At such a young age, he's so unpredictable. Not only will he not be rewarded, he'll be punished."

General Lu laughed in anger: "Are you kidding me?"

To come up with such lies really means one has run out of tricks.

"A person who loses his memory can even forget his original handwriting? This is the first time I've heard of this."

It's really a big joke in the world.

Third Master Qiao bowed and said, "The world is vast, and people are different. This situation is not uncommon. I think that who is the Qiao Lian'er that the emperor wants to reward should not only be determined by the portrait and handwriting, but also by whether the physical features match."

"Tell me, what are the characteristics of the real Qiao Lian'er?"

"My daughter settled in Datian Village and registered at the county government office. She has a big red butterfly birthmark on her right shoulder. There's a scratch on her left hand from a chopping knife. Her right ankle also has a meridian injury, so she walks with a limp. Oh, and she's left-handed."

Everything Mr. Qiao San said was copied from Qiao Lian'er. As long as the two Lian'er had the same characteristics, he could take advantage of the opportunity to fish in troubled waters.

As for her calm personality, he didn't mention it, because now Qiao Lian'er looked like a frightened bird, having lost two of her three souls and five of her six spirits.

"County Magistrate Zhang, didn't you bring the household registration books of the two girls? Read them to everyone in public," said Yu Jianshan.

County Magistrate Zhang wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, took the household registration book from the chief clerk and opened it.

"Master Qiao has already described the characteristics of the young lady from the Qiao family at the east end of the village, so I will not repeat them."

"The girl from the Qiao family in the village has the characteristic of a burn on her left leg near her knee. Apart from that, there are no other marks."

He looked at Old Man Qiao and asked, "I wonder if Miss Qiao is used to using her left or right hand."

Old Man Qiao said, "Our Jian'er has always used his right hand. As you all saw when he was writing just now, he wrote with his right hand."

It was as if Mr. Qiao Sanye's family had been struck by thunder again, leaving them burnt on the outside but tender on the inside, and everyone's body was stiff. How could this happen? These characteristics were borrowed from Qiao Jianer, but she didn't have them.

It seemed like they had completely drawn a line between two people.