"You asked me what happened to my son. You killed my son, and I want you to pay with your life."
Lin Xuzhi's eyes were sharp and cold. When he mentioned his son's death, he was heartbroken. When he thought about his son's death, his whole body turned black. When he thought about his death in such pain, Lin Xuzhi wanted to kill them immediately. He wanted Anping His son was buried with the Hou Mansion and Prince Yu Mansion.
"Playing with witchcraft and sorcery in the Northern Dynasty is a serious crime to destroy the nine tribes, and His Royal Highness dares to get involved." Lin Xuzhi suddenly felt a sense of awe and righteousness, and said with sadness.
"Take them all away. If anyone resists, shoot them to death." Lin Xuzhi was extremely angry and stared at Nangong Yuanyi coldly: "I'm sorry for your consideration, Your Majesty. I also enforce the law impartially. Piaomiao Villa and the witch An Xiyue secretly raised poisonous people. I have to deal with it." .”
Nangong Yuanyi glanced at the dark place and shook his head. It involved human lives and it was a serious matter. He signaled An Xiyue not to come out.
Then, Nangong Yuanyi slowly approached Lin Xuzhi, pursed his thin lips, and smiled lightly at Lin Xuzhi: "If this prince is not considerate, what will happen to Master Lin?"
Nangong Yuanyi turned around, calmly and calmly, and said slowly to everyone: "My prince knows that Prime Minister Lin has power in both the government and the public. Mr. Lin is an official of the second rank, and everyone in the Lin family holds important positions. My prince has no official or position, and his life is comfortable." It all depends on you, the Lin family."
Lin Xuzhi squinted his eyes and looked back at Nangong Yuanyi. There was something in his words, which meant that the Lin family was the dominant one in the entire Northern Dynasty, which meant that the Lin family had dictatorship.
"But I believe that justice is in the hearts of the people, and there is still justice in the world. Master Lin arrested me and returned to Beijing with such a big fanfare. He should be famous for his training. The Northern Dynasty is not a barbarian country. Master Lin will shout without evidence. If you fight and kill, aren't you afraid that I, Lord Lin, will sue you in front of the Holy Emperor for the crime of deceiving the superiors and concealing the truth from the subordinates? "Nangong Yuanyi was very imposing, noble and arrogant, staring at Lin Xuzhi without squinting.
Lin Xuzhi glared angrily. Nangong Yuanyi's reputation in Kyoto was well known to everyone in Kyoto. I believe that the whole Kyoto would only applaud in applause for killing a prince who had no talent or virtue.
"Archers prepare." Lin Xuzhi said in a cold and gloomy voice: "If you dare to resist, don't blame me for being rude. The Crown Prince is also a person who knows the current affairs. If this matter has nothing to do with His Highness, I will return the favor. His Highness the Crown Prince is innocent, and I don’t believe that the Crown Prince would know the law and break the law." Lin Xuzhi spoke very nicely, but his tone and attitude were not respectful at all.
An Xiyue was hiding in the dark, and she couldn't believe that Lin Ji was dead.
The people of Lin Mansion are so bold. Nangong Yuanyi is also the son of Prince Yu after all.
It's still not clear how Lin Ji died. Does Lin Xuzhi want to carry their bodies to Beijing? Are the people in the Lin Mansion so arrogant now?
Although she hated Lin Ji so much that she wished she could kill him with her own hands. In her previous life, Lin Ji led troops to kill more than a hundred members of her uncle's family, falsely accusing them of collaborating with the enemy and betraying the country. Nangong Hao killed their entire family. She must avenge this. .
An Xiyue didn't want to implicate innocent people because of her hatred. They were all trying to help her, so they were implicated.
The people in the Lin family are extremely cruel. How much does Lin Ji know? Look at his confident attitude. Does he know Nangong Yuanyi's true life experience? If he knew, wouldn't she push Nangong Yuanyi into the abyss again?
If she hides in the dark, she will be criticized and arouse suspicion.
"Wait." An Xiyue walked out slowly, stared at Lin Xuzhi intently, and said calmly: "Mr. Lin, you keep saying that we killed your son, but I don't know what evidence is there to prove that we killed him. people."
Lin Xuzhi turned to stare at the fifteen-year-old girl and said coldly: "Are you An Xiyue, the legitimate daughter of Anping Hou?"
"Exactly." An Xiyue promised frankly.
"I'm looking for you. Come and take us away together." Lin Xuzhi said coldly.
Lin Xuzhi stared at An Xiyue gloomily. He heard that this little girl was very powerful, but I wanted to see if she had three heads and six arms or if she had any extraordinary abilities. He was the little daughter of the Marquis of Anping. He would crush her to death. She was like squeezing an ant to death.
Lin Xuzhi heard his wife talk about the eldest daughter of the Marquis of Anping when she returned home. He heard that Lin Wan was also because she had become neither a human nor a ghost. With Lin Wan's methods, she would not be able to defeat a little girl. He wouldn't believe it even if I beat him to death.
When Ji'er was deprived of his martial arts skills by Nangong Yuanyi, he wanted to go to Prince Yu's Mansion, but his father stopped him. He was afraid that they would find out that the Lin Mansion was raising private soldiers without permission, and he was afraid that the emperor would suspect that the Lin Mansion was disobedient. Heart.
Lin Xuzhi thought about it, his eyes seemed to be shooting out of fire. The older his father was, the bolder he became. Wouldn't the emperor have lived so comfortably and comfortably for so many years without relying on the Lin family?
Lin Xuzhi's nose was higher than his eyes. When he walked in the palace, everyone was respectful to him.
"Anxi Yue, the daughter of Marquis Anping, keeps Gu insects privately, plays witchcraft, and murders people. This crime is punishable by death." Lin Xuzhi shouted angrily, directly convicting An Xiyue.
An Xiyue sneered: "There is no reason to accuse Xiyue. Even if Xiyue has thousands of mouths, he can't explain it. How your son died, Xiyue and Nangong Crown Prince really don't know. Xiyue came to Piaomiao Villa just to look for Good medicine will return to the capital." An Xiyue spoke righteously. In front of so many soldiers, she could easily find someone to prove it, even though they were taking orders from the Lin family.
"Mr. Lin keeps accusing Xi Yue of playing sorcery and murdering people, and he desperately pours this dirty water on Xi Yue. Xi Yue has no power and power, so he can't defeat you. But Xi Yue's death will not be in vain. Even if I die, I will definitely seek an explanation."
"In front of hundreds of soldiers, all of whom are heroes of the Northern Dynasties, they will only shed blood and tears on the battlefield. They will not change their minds to spend time on a little girl like me, and they will never listen. These are the words of a villain. Even if I did not do anything, I will prove my innocence and sue Mr. Lin for false accusation and defamation."
Suddenly, everyone in the audience was shocked. This little girl who looked weak dared to talk to Master Lin like this without kowtowing and begging for mercy. She was really bold. But what the little girl said was very useful to these soldiers.
Suddenly, everyone turned their gazes in the direction of An Xiyue, feeling bright and dazzling.
An Xiyue said this, it's not that she is not afraid of death, it's just that she doesn't want to die for no reason on the road. If Lin Xuzhi dares to kill people and silence them, then his actions today will become the object of suspicion. She doesn't believe that all the soldiers from the Northern Dynasty are from his Lin family. people.
"You dare to be sharp-tongued and sharp-tongued when you are about to die." Lin Xuzhi looked at An Xiyue with squinted eyes. The little girl's eyes were clear and deep, hiding a deep calculation.
