But Lu Wenzheng learned from Zhao Renyi, the steward of the Jinling Palace, that both the princess and Ling Yun had been killed. He almost didn't believe his ears, and couldn't help asking again: "What?"
Zhao Renyi cried: "They are all dead!..."
Lu Wenzheng felt that everything in front of him was shaking, and his body was shaky and almost fell down. Thanks to Xu Zhi who was standing by him, he was holding him up.
Xu Zhi said in a trembling voice: "How did you...know?"
Zhao Renyi said angrily: "They brought the corpse here this morning!..."
Xu Zhi said: "Who are the people who delivered the body?"
Zhao Renyi said: "I don't know. They left as soon as they got off the car. Zhao Wei, Zhao Yang and I lifted up the tarp and took a look. There were two white wood coffins. Inside the coffins was..." He sobbed and couldn't go on. .
Lu Wenzheng braced himself and said in a trembling voice: "Your Majesty, can I see the body of Commander Ling and the jade coffin of the princess?"
Prince Jinling sighed and said: "Master Lu and Commander Ling are like father and son, and they worked together again. Now that Commander Ling has died, Master Lu should express his condolences. As for the little girl... I think this is not necessary, right?"
Prince Jinling's voice was trembling, and his tone of voice was full of grief, anger and resentment.
Lu Wenzheng's heart was as sharp as a knife. But at this time, he still had a ten thousandth chance of luck in his heart, hoping that the corpses in the coffin were not those of Ling Yun and the princess.
He was thinking: This may be a tactic used by the enemy to alienate people.
Under the guidance of housekeeper Zhao Renyi, Lu Wenzheng and Xu Zhi saw the white wood coffin.
The coffin has been carried to a side hall. As soon as the door of the side hall was opened, a pungent smell of blood and rancidity hit his nose.
Zhao Renyi frowned and hid a few feet away, pinched his nose and just shook his head and sighed.
Lu Wenzheng was supported by Xu Zhi and walked tremblingly to the white wood coffin.
Lu Wenzheng's face was pale, and his hands were trembling as he tried to lift the coffin lid.
Xu Zhi quickly stopped him and said dumbly: "Sir, let the students come!"
As he spoke, he took a long breath, pressed his hand on Bu Bu's beating heart, and moved the coffin lid away little by little with trembling hands.
The two of them calmed down and looked into the coffin together.
The scene before my eyes was simply too horrible to watch. The corpse lying inside was bruised and bloody, and its face was unrecognizable; but from its body shape and clothing, it could be concluded that the deceased was Ling Yun.
Lu Wenzheng didn't want to believe it. He suddenly remembered something again, so he tore the clothes off the deceased's left arm with trembling hands.
The dark red unicorn birthmark on his left arm suddenly came into view!
Lu Wenzheng felt that his eyes were going black for a while, and his heart hurt as if he was being pinched by a knife. He couldn't help but cough up a mouthful of blood, and he collapsed on the ground.
He couldn't help but cry bitterly: "Commander Ling, how could you just go like this!..."
Lu Wen was thinking over and over again, and the past events came to him as if they were yesterday. The more he thought about it, the sadder he became, and he couldn't bear to live.
Xu Zhi originally wanted to come over and offer some words of advice, but before he could say a word, he already shed tears.
He sobbed for a long time and then said in a thick voice: "Sir, people cannot be resurrected after death. Please forgive me and accept the change. What we need to do now is to find out the whole story of this case and avenge Commander Ling and the princess! "
Lu Wenzheng wiped his tears and said dumbly: "Mr. Xu, who do you think will kill Commander Ling and the princess?"
Xu Zhi said: "Nine times out of ten, they are from the Tianxiao organization. As long as we investigate from this white wood coffin, we will definitely find the real culprit and avenge Commander Ling and the princess."
Lu Wenzheng smiled bitterly and said in frustration: "I'm afraid I won't have such an opportunity again!"
Xu Zhi remembered that Lu Wenzheng had pledged his wealth and life in front of the prince of Jinling, He Yuting, Ding Jinzhi and other important officials in the court: If the princess cannot be found within ten days, she will be given the head of the king. "Now that Princess Huanyu is dead, her crime can be said to be very serious."
Moreover, Princess Huanyu was the apple of Prince Jinling's eye, and the emperor's most favored sister. Now that the princess died, the turmoil and turmoil caused in the court would definitely not be small. The prince of Jinling will not let it go; what's more terrible is that when the emperor is furious, he may really kill Mr. Lu!
Thinking of this, Xu Zhi couldn't help but feel discouraged and his face turned gloomy; but he still cheered up and comforted Lu Wenzheng, "Sir, I can't..."
Seeing that Lu Wenzheng and Xu Zhi were in grief, Zhao Renyi felt worried and said in a deep voice: "Master Lu, do you want Commander Ling's coffin to be brought back to the mansion?"
Lu Wenzheng looked at Xu Zhi and nodded weakly.
Lu Wenzheng's face was pale at this moment. He barely supported his body, supported by Xu Zhi, and came tremblingly to see Prince Jinling.
When the Prince of Jinling saw Lu Wenzheng again, he felt that he had suddenly aged a lot in a day. He couldn't help but feel a sense of sympathy in his heart, thinking to himself: Huanyu died of me, Ling Yun died of Lu Wenzheng, all the blows were They are equally fatal!
Lu Wenzheng bowed down to the prince of Jinling and said sadly: "Your Majesty, the ministers are incompetent and cannot save the princess. It is inevitable that she will die. But now the real culprit has not been found, and the thieves of the Tianxiao organization are still at large..."
Prince Jinling asked: "Is it someone from the Tianxiao organization who killed the princess?"
Lu Wenzheng said: "Nine times out of ten, it is true, and further verification is needed. Therefore, I boldly ask the prince to give me a few more days of grace, and temporarily place my head on my neck. After the real murderer is captured and the princess is avenged, Don’t let the prince do whatever you want!”
The prince of Jinling was overly sad at this time and his position was in disarray. After hearing what Lu Wenzheng said, he felt that it made sense, so he said in a hoarse voice: "I only blame this king for his poor fortune and that he can't even raise a daughter... You helped me first." Ling Yun’s coffin should be returned, and we will discuss this matter later.”
Lu Wenzheng was also in a state of confusion, so he said feebly, "I'm so humble, so I'll retire."
At this time, the housekeeper Zhao Renyi came over and said, "Sir, wait a minute, this is Commander Ling's token. Please bring it back with you!" As he waved, an attendant brought a tray covered with black cloth.
Lu Wen's hands were trembling as he slowly opened the black cloth, and Ling Yun's third-grade guard commander's token suddenly appeared in front of his eyes, shining with a cold light.
Seeing things and thinking about people, Lu Wenzheng was touched on a painful spot again, and couldn't help but burst into tears. He could hardly stand upright. Thanks to Xu Zhi who was beside him, he supported him...
After Lu Wenzheng left.
Prince Jinling felt weak all over, and was supported by Zhao Renyi back to his dormitory, where he fell tiredly on the bed.
In the midst of deep thoughts and depression, he felt sleepy and fell asleep in a daze. In a daze, I seemed to be in a dark and gloomy place, as if I was in a room.
There was nothing in that room except a bed. There was a man lying on the bed, probably in a coma, his body motionless; next to him stood a girl, with her back to him, covering her face and crying.
At this moment, Prince Jinling suddenly wanted to know who the girl was; finally, the girl turned around slowly. It turned out to be his daughter Huanyu!
Prince Jinling couldn't help being surprised and happy. He rushed forward, grabbed the girl's hand and shouted: "Huanyu! Huanyu!..." But he heard a voice saying: "Your Majesty, what's wrong with you?"
Prince Jinling suddenly opened his eyes; he saw that the hand he was holding tightly was the hand of housekeeper Zhao Renyi.
He couldn't help but feel disappointed. He was just immersed in the dream just now and couldn't extricate himself for a while.
Zhao Renyi saw that he was just lost in thought, so he cautiously said: "Your Majesty..."
Prince Jinling was stunned for a long time before he said hoarsely: "What time is it now?"
Zhao Renyi said: "It's noon the next day."
Prince Jinling was stunned for a moment and said: "What, why did I sleep for so long?..."
Zhao Renyi just sighed and said nothing. After a long while, he said: "Your Majesty, Mr. He, his son, and Mr. Ding have been waiting for you outside for a long time. Do you want to go and see them?"
Prince Jinling said feebly: "Okay, invite them in."...
As soon as the Prince of Jinling entered the living room, He Yuting, Ding Jinzhi, and He Chenglin hurriedly stood up and greeted him. They exchanged greetings, but only said some words of comfort that people who died could not be resurrected, and that they were sorry for the change.
Prince Jinling frowned and just sighed.
He Yuting said: "Lu Wenzheng cannot escape the blame for the death of the princess. The prince must not let him off lightly."
Zhao Fu sighed: "My king is lucky, but my daughter's life is poor. I only blame God for this. Didn't Lu Wenzheng also lose his army? Didn't Ling Yun die for this too? I don't think there is any need to pursue this matter!"
He Chenglin said: "Uncle, my nephew has something to say, I don't know whether to say it or not?"
Prince Jinling said, "My nephew, just talk."
He Chenglin said: "My nephew just doesn't understand why the princess and Ling Yun died together? Maybe Ling Yun wanted to save the princess and encountered a strong enemy at the same time; maybe..."
"Maybe what?"
He Chenglin hesitated and said: "Perhaps...who dares to say whether Ling Yun would have any evil thoughts or do anything arrogant during this period?"
Prince Jinling was startled for a moment, "How do you say this?"
He Chenglin hesitated for a moment and said: "Please forgive my nephew for speaking bluntly: Ling Yun abducted the princess in the Lu Mansion a few months ago, and he had a desire to covet her at that time. Later, when the treachery was discovered, he still refused to give up. Now, everyone else is looking for the princess." The princess could not be found but Ling Yun did. Did he hide the princess beforehand and take this opportunity to elope with her? It’s a pity that God’s will is such that he can’t succeed..."
Prince Jinling couldn't help but said angrily: "How can my nephew say such things! Even if Ling Yun is a shameless person, is my daughter also such a person?"
Seeing that the prince was angry, He Chenglin said repeatedly: "Yes, my nephew spoke without any reason. He just said what he meant. Please forgive me, uncle."
As the saying goes, the speaker has no intention, but the listener has the intention; not to mention that He Chenglin still had ulterior motives when he said this.
Although Prince Jinling refuted He Chenglin on the spot, he could not help but take his words to heart - because these words had deeply moved him.
He said in a deep voice: "Ling Yun is despicable and shameless, and deserves to die; but how should Lu Wenzheng be punished?"
He Yuting said: "Lü Wenzheng was not strict in his discipline and indulged in protecting his subordinates, which led to today's disaster. His crime cannot be forgiven. What's more, Lu Wenzheng has pledged his property and life in front of the Holy Emperor: If the princess cannot be saved, he will sacrifice his neck." The highest priority. When things have reached this point, it will be difficult to quell public anger unless Lu Wenzheng dies!"
The prince of Jinling muttered: "Today's disaster was all caused by Ling Yun. Lu Wenzheng was just deceived by him. Even if he is guilty, his crime will not lead to death. What's more, Lu Wenzheng is a minister of the Holy Emperor, so he can kill him lightly." , I’m afraid it’s inappropriate.”
He Chenglin said: "Could it be that my cousin's death was in vain?"
Ding Jinzhi, who had been silent all this time, now spoke up: "How about we go to see the Holy One together and ask the Holy One to decide this matter?"
The prince of Jinling was too sad at this time and had lost his opinion. Hearing this, he just said upset: "Okay, I will do as you said."...
The palace of the Minister of Punishment was filled with a lifeless atmosphere, and a layer of deep sadness shrouded everyone's face. There is a spiritual canopy erected high in the mansion, and the word "Dian" hanging in the middle of the canopy is particularly eye-catching.
A giant black lacquered sandalwood coffin lies in the middle of the mourning hall. On the memorial tablet is written: "The position of Ling Yun, the third-rank guard of the Shangshu Mansion of the Ministry of Punishment."
The plain wax on the spiritual table flickers in and out of light in the soft evening breeze. The two guards guarding the body stood blankly on both sides, looking decadent.
Lu Wenzheng had just left. He didn't want to leave, but Xu Zhi, Jiang Chun and others were afraid that he would be too sad, so they used hard and soft tactics to drag him away.
The bell on the bell tower rang three times. Everything was silent. Under the water-like moonlight, a figure flickered, as misty as the shadow of a lonely bird, falling to the ground silently, walking around the pavilion and approaching the spiritual canopy.
Before the person guarding the body was alert, the man had already thrown two flying stones, hitting the vital points of the two guards. The two of them were stunned.
At this time, the night traveler appeared and walked towards the spiritual canopy step by step.
The visitor was wearing a black scarf, and her tight-fitting black night gown highlighted her graceful figure.
She slowly approached Ling Yun's coffin with heavy steps; she stared blankly at the cold words on the cold memorial tablet, her beautiful eyes filled with tears.
Tears fell like rain, wetting the black scarf on her face. She slowly raised her hand and pulled off the face towel.
This woman is Yu Qingcheng, the proprietress of the silk and satin shop, and Nanchun, Tianxiao's assistant coach.
