"If you have anything to say, just say it. No matter what the outcome, I can accept it."
Feng Lin uneasily followed the young eunuch Changgui to the study of Feng Chaoying, the general manager of the palace.
He saw Feng Chaoying's face was gloomy, her eyebrows were furrowed, and she was staring blankly at him for a long time without speaking, so he collected his scattered thoughts and spoke feebly.
Feng Chaoying's eyes were red, he took a deep breath and said dumbly: "According to the Holy Spirit's wishes, all your titles and salaries will be cut off, and you will be sent back to your hometown. You will leave today and you will never set foot in the capital."
Feng Lin's face seemed to be froze for a moment, and he looked at the person opposite him blankly, like a puppet, dumbly and silent.
Feng Chaoying looked at him silently, his dark eyes like thick ink that couldn't be opened, and sobbed: "Alin..."
Feng Lin felt that his limbs were floating and he had completely lost his strength. He said numbly: "Actually, this should be the best ending for me..."
Feng Chaoying felt sad and said in a low voice: "Forgive your brother, I can only do so much."
Feng Lin said: "Thank you for your help, brother, and thank you for taking care of and supporting me over the years. My brother's kindness to me will never be forgotten by you. Besides, whether I go out or not, I have long wanted to leave this place where no one can see anyone." ...After brother leaves, brother must take care of himself!..."
Feng Chaoying cried: "Brother, you should also take good care of yourself!"
"I will..." Feng Lin turned his back, with tears filling his eyes, trying not to fall.
He sighed, covered his face with his hands, and staggered out.
The sky outside the window is gray, the clouds are pulled low by the water, and the black mass is suppressed above the head, so suffocating that it makes people breathless.
Feng Lin returned to his residence in despair, simply packed his luggage, bid farewell to several of his best friends in the palace in tears, and left the palace where he had lived for more than thirty years with a full sense of loneliness.
Before leaving, he turned around again, glanced at the all-too-familiar pavilions and pavilions with tearful eyes, and couldn't help but sigh: "Thirty years of ups and downs, prosperity and frustration are not as long as one dream!..."
Feng Lin was in a trance and walked forward at a loss. His mind was groggy at the moment, and his thoughts were like smoke flying around in circles, unable to condense into a fixed form at all.
Unknowingly, he had left the capital. The weeds and rocks in the mountains and forests gradually replaced the prosperity and beauty of the capital. What came into view were the rugged mountain roads and the wilderness where tigers roared and apes croaked.
It wasn't until he heard an evil sneer ringing in his ears that he suddenly recovered from his confusion.
But he saw several masked men in black holding swords and flashing out of the grass he had just walked through!
Feng Lin looked at the ferocious-looking killers in front of him in horror. He felt an invisible fear condense in the air and had goosebumps all over his body.
But after all, he has stayed in the palace for many years, and he can be considered calm and calm in times of crisis.
He raised his head and exhaled softly, and said in a deep voice: "May I ask which path you are friends from? If you are short of money, I still have some loose money here."
As he spoke, he reached out to untie the package on his shoulder.
The leader of the masked man in black said coldly: "No need to work too hard. Although brothers' lives are not easy, we haven't noticed the few taels of silver you have."
Feng Lin's heart trembled, and his breathing became rapid, "Then...then what are you going to do?..."
The gloomy eyes of the masked man in black shot out two cold gleams, and said almost word by word: "We want your life!"
Feng Lin's face turned pale with horror, and he said in a trembling voice: "Why?...I have never met you, and I have no grievances or enmities..."
"Is it - is it -?" The narrow eyes of the masked man in black flashed, and his deep voice had a lazy ending that made people shudder.
That look was full of evil and danger, and an icy chill instantly extended from Feng Lin's spine to his whole body. He felt as if he was in the shadow of death.
"No wonder your voice sounded so familiar to me from the beginning. It turns out that you...you are actually..." His face turned pale, and he couldn't even speak.
The man said sadly: "It's a pity that you knew it too late! Eunuch Feng, don't blame me, we are also following orders."
As he spoke, he flashed his long sword, and a white rainbow penetrated the sun, piercing Feng Lin's heart.
At that moment, Feng Lin suddenly understood everything, but what was the use? He could only close his eyes and wait for death.
With a splash, there was blood, followed by a painful scream.
Feng Lin slowly opened his eyes and found that the man who fell to the ground after being struck by the sword was not him, but the masked man in black in front of him who was about to kill him and silence him!
There was a rouge button inserted between his eyebrows, and it penetrated into the skull without a handle.
The masked man in black opened his eyes, and his tall body suddenly fell to the ground, dying.
When everyone was shocked, they saw the trees shaking, and two men in black slowly walked out, but they were two women, one old and one young.
The older woman was about sixty years old. She was energetic and full of energy. She was dressed in a simple plain cloth robe. Her long hair was tied high, making her look fresh and neat. Her complexion is fair, her eyebrows are delicate, and she looks deep and elegant, simple and reserved, with a faint air of elegance and refinement.
The young woman was in her thirties, tall and lithe, with skin like snow and a face like jade. Although she was dressed in black, she was spotless; she stood tall and graceful, obviously as beautiful as a peach and plum, but as cold as ice, especially those bright and bone-piercing eyes, like sharp swords and cold stars, full of murderous intent.
"Lian Nanchun?..." Among the remaining masked killers in black, someone immediately recognized the young woman and couldn't help but panicked and screamed.
What's more, their leader is dead, and they suddenly become leaderless. Faced with these two murderous female demons in front of them, if they don't escape now, then when?
A group of people immediately covered their heads and ran away like birds and animals.
"Now that you have recognized me, do you still want to leave?" Lian Nanchun pursed his thin lips tightly and sneered with a sinister aura around him.
With a wave of his hand, the sky was filled with stars, but he heard everyone screaming in agony, and a rouge button was inserted between everyone's eyebrows, which was the same as the death of their leader.
Witnessing the bloody and tragic murder scene in front of him, Feng Lin was horrified, his whole body was shivering, and his body was limp on the ground.
Lian Nanchun ignored him, stepped forward, pulled off the mask of the leading man in black clothes, turned to Feng Lin and asked, "Come and take a look, do you know this man?"
At this time, Feng Lin's hands and feet were limp, his whole body was trembling, and he could not stand up.
"Useless thing!..." The woman glanced at him with disdain, stepped forward without any explanation, and forcibly dragged him to the face of the deceased.
Feng Lin lowered his head to look, couldn't help taking a breath, and blurted out: "It is indeed him!..."
"who?"
The corners of Feng Lin's mouth twitched uncontrollably, "His name is Zhao Ying, and he is a confidant of Li Zhishan, the commander of the imperial guards..."
"Li Zhishan?..." Lian Nanchun frowned slightly, seeming to be thinking.
"Let's go back!" The woman glanced sideways at Feng Lin, pulled his arm and left.
"Alas, even though she is a woman, she is rude and rude..." Feng Lin couldn't help but rolled his eyes and complained in his heart.
"Go...where?..." He staggered, being dragged like a lifeless bag, feeling dizzy and dizzy.
The old woman said impatiently: "Stop blabbering! Let's talk about it when we get back!"...
Ouchi Imperial Palace.
After Li Zhishan heard that his confidant guards reported that Zhao Ying and others' trip failed and Feng Lin's whereabouts were unknown, he couldn't help but be shocked and angry. A faint blush appeared under his eyes, "How could this happen? Could it be that I, the master of the inner circle, Are they all in vain?"
Sun Guoxiong and "Zhou Shan" stood on both sides, looking at each other and lowering their heads.
Li Zhishan paced back and forth in the room angrily. Finally he stopped and turned his gloomy eyes to Sun Guoxiong and "Zhou Shan", "Who do you think killed Zhao Ying and kidnapped Feng Lin?"
Sun Guoxiong asked: "Could it be another remnant of the Shangshu Mansion of the Ministry of Punishment?"
"It's possible." Li Zhishan nodded thoughtfully.
Sun Guoxiong's eyebrows were twisted into a tight knot, "If Feng Lin falls into Ling Yun's hands, things may be in trouble..."
Li Zhishan's eyes briefly flashed with an awe-inspiring murderous look, and he said bitterly: "Ling Yun, it's you again, you are really my nemesis!"
"Zhou Shan" had coldness and indifference in his eyes, and he just stood there expressionless, as if he had integrated into the environment; but the person named "Ling Yun" that Li Zhishan mentioned just now has nothing to do with him.
Li Zhishan calmed down his excitement, frowned and thought for a moment, "In your opinion, how should we respond next?"
Sun Guoxiong said: "The matter has reached this point and there is no other way. Should Commander Li go discuss the countermeasures with Mr. Ding and Mr. Li?"
This sentence awakened Li Zhishan, and he nodded thoughtfully...
Ling Yun returned to his residence and soon received a letter from Lian Nanchun.
In the letter, Lian Nanchun told him the whole story of Feng Lin's assassination and rescue; and told him that Feng Lin finally told the story of the prince's murder under the "coercion and inducement" of her, her sister-in-law, Yang Zhen and others. .
It turned out that Feng Lin had an ambiguous relationship with a palace maid named Zi Yan - here Feng Lin specifically explained that it was the palace maid who seduced him first.
There are a few men who are not lustful. Although they are eunuchs in the palace, how can they resist the soft words, gentleness and ambiguous seduction of such a beautiful girl like a flower?
"Would you like to try being with me?..."
Recalling the scene at that time, she gently held his waist, her hot breath spreading from the top of his head, her voice was flirtatious and lustful...
In the end, he couldn't resist the temptation, finally lost the battle, fell under the pomegranate skirt of the beautiful woman, and fell into their carefully designed gentle trap.
Then, something unexpected happened...
