"Bring me Ding Xin immediately!"
After learning that the spy who colluded with Lian Nanchun and helped Ling Yun escape was Ding Xin, a member of the Ding family, Li Ruiyun's eyes changed from sinister black to bloodthirsty red, and he ordered with gritted teeth.
Let’s talk about Ding Xin again.
At this time, he also received the flying pigeon letter sent to him by Lian Nanchun. He casually released the white angel that was delivering the message, and hurriedly opened the calligraphy book he took off the carrier pigeon's leg.
I saw dragons and phoenixes dancing on it, and there were only eight words written on it: "It's an emergency, evacuate quickly!"
Ding Xin's heart trembled unconsciously. The scrawled handwriting and anxious tone seemed to have seeped out signals of extreme danger from between the lines; an ominous premonition suddenly surged into my mind like a raging tide.
He didn't dare to waste a moment, and put the calligraphy book into his arms; then he simply packed his luggage, opened the door and walked towards the door of the house anxiously.
When he arrived at the door of the mansion, several guards guarding the door stopped him with cold expressions and refused to let him out without saying anything.
"What's wrong? Why don't you let me out? Mr. Ding has asked us to handle something urgent. If it delays something important, can you afford it?" Ding Xin was a little angry.
"I'm sorry, brother, we are also following orders - Master Ding just issued an order. From now on, everyone in the mansion must have Master Ding's handwriting when entering or exiting!"
"Master Ding's autograph?" Ding Xin's body trembled unconsciously, and his whole body tensed instantly.
At this time, there was a rush of footsteps behind him. Looking back, I saw Ding Yi, the acting housekeeper of the Ding Mansion, rushing towards this side with a dozen wolf-like guards.
It was as if something cold and hard struck his heart hard, and his breathing stopped at that moment.
Under the dark sky, a nervous and chilling atmosphere filled the entire space. There was obscurity all around, like a huge mouth waiting to swallow him up.
Standing in front of Ding Jinzhi, Ding Xin felt his heart beating loudly; it seemed as if there was no sound around him except his own breathing.
"Why do you do this?" Ding Jinzhi stared at him, his eyes filled with deep-seated resentment.
"Master, what are you talking about? I don't understand..." Ding Xin looked confused and innocent.
Ding Jinzhi approached him with scarlet eyes, and the overwhelming hatred in his eyes almost drowned him, "Haha, are you still pretending to be stupid now? Ding Xin, you really don't shed tears until you see the coffin. Huang He is determined not to give up!"
"Ding Yi——" Ding Jinzhi turned to the confidant butler with a gloomy face.
Ding Yi understood, and came forward with several attendants, searching him carefully from head to toe, and soon found the letter that Lian Nanchun had sent to him through the flying pigeon letter that had not been destroyed in time. Dictionary.
As if Ding Yi had found a treasure, he hurriedly turned around and handed the seal to Ding Jinzhi respectfully.
Ding Jinzhi took the calligraphy book and looked at it over and over again, sneered, and then turned his teasing eyes to Ding Xin, "Tell me, who gave you this calligraphy book, Ling Yun or Lian Nanchun?"
What else could Ding Xin say at this time? He could only lower his head in frustration and sighed with a bit of self-deprecation.
"What else do you have to say now?" Ding Jinzhi's eyes were as dark as night, filled with a thin chill.
"I have nothing to say." Ding Xin's Adam's apple rolled up and down, and his voice was extremely hoarse, "I just want to know, when did the master...discover me?"
"Hmph, if you don't want others to know, you have to do nothing yourself." Ding Jinzhi glanced at him with disdain and even more contempt, "Ding Xin, how secretive do you think you are doing? Do you think everything you do is perfect? Then you are completely wrong! There is no airtight wall in the world, no matter how careful you are, you will leave traces in everything you do - unless you are a Daluo Immortal."
"..." Ding Xin stood quietly, his lips turned white from his own bites, and his mind went blank.
Ding Jinzhi did not intend to let him go, and continued to make things worse for him, "Actually, I have noticed something wrong with you a long time ago. Especially last time, Ling Yun was poisoned in prison, and his body was When Sun Guoxiong, the imperial guard, was transported out of the capital, he was robbed and killed by Lian Nanchun and others. At that time, I felt very strange. The news was so tightly sealed, how could it still be known to outsiders? Someone must be up to something here!
"Furthermore, Mr. Li was even more worried about the matter afterwards, and even focused his suspicion on our Ding family, which made me feel very unhappy. I even argued hard in front of Mr. Li, confidently believing that our Nothing will happen to me! I didn’t expect that reality would hit me in the face soon... Oh, this is really a great irony!"
As he spoke, he smiled bitterly, his eyes darkened, and he couldn't help but think of the back-and-forth between him and Li Ruiyun in the imperial study room yesterday.
——"I think this is just an accident. We have been loyal to Mr. Li from the beginning to the end——"
——"Of course I believe in your loyalty, but the ironclad facts are here. What I need now is the truth."
What followed was Li Ruiyun's reply to him.
From the beginning to the end, he always felt that he was wronged, very wronged; he thought that Li Ruiyun had always been prejudiced against him and the people in his house, but what was the result? ...Now that I think about it, Li Ruiyun is worthy of being the leader of the Tianxiao Gang, a tycoon of a generation, he is so insightful!
Ding Jinzhi suddenly felt an overwhelming sense of powerlessness sweeping over him uncontrollably. He really wanted to escape what had just happened, and he really didn't want to further deepen Li Ruiyun's prejudice against him; but the reality was so cruel, like a sharp blade, constantly cutting into his heart, causing him unspeakable pain.
Ding Jinzhi stood stiffly on the spot, his expression extremely embarrassed and even more ugly.
"Master..." Ding Yi observed the words and coughed slightly as a reminder.
Ding Jinzhi calmed down and said "oh" vaguely.
Ding Yi said cautiously: "Master, what should we do next?"
"What else can we do? Apart from taking this cheating slave to apologize to Mr. Li, is there any better way?" Ding Jinzhi said helplessly.
Despite a thousand or ten thousand reluctances, Ding Jinzhi finally bit the bullet and took Ding Xin to the imperial study room of the Dauchi Palace to plead guilty to Li Ruiyun.
Unexpectedly, Li Ruiyun did not excessively criticize Ding Jinzhi for his lax dereliction of duty and the many troubles he caused; on the contrary, he kept praising Ding Jinzhi for his decisive actions. The traitor was caught in time and an unforeseen crisis was nipped in the bud, making Ding Jinzhi feel overwhelmed and flattered for a while.
The two of them exchanged a few false greetings. Seeing that there was nothing to do with him here, Ding Jinzhi found an excuse and left in time.
Finally escaped this disaster! Ding Jinzhi thought to himself.
When he came out of the door, he raised his head and exhaled a long breath, gently smoothing his beating heart with his hand, and his originally dark clouded mood became a little brighter.
Ding Jinzhi escaped a disaster, but on Ding Xin's side, a catastrophic disaster has just begun!
Boundless decadence arose in Ding Xinxin, as if he had fallen into the dark and boundless deep sea. The suffocating sea water enveloped him crazily and violently, and he lost all sense of everything around him.
"Tell me, when did you start following Lian Nanchun, working for her wholeheartedly, and becoming our enemy?"
"Tell me, that day in prison, Ling Yun clearly drank poisonous wine laced with the highly poisonous Hedinghong, but why didn't he die? Did you tamper with the wine?"
"Tell me quickly, where are Ling Yun and Lian Nanchun now?"
Li Ruiyun was very angry and aggressive, and kept forcing him to "speak" and "speak quickly"; but at this time, Ding Xin seemed to have taken dumb medicine, keeping silent and saying nothing.
He already hated the traitor who ruined his life to the core, but now seeing him looking broken and half-dead, Li Ruiyun could no longer suppress his anger.
He narrowed his dark and evil eyes and looked impatiently at the stubborn man in front of him. A flash of murderous intent flashed through his eyes, "Come here, take him out and execute him in Lingchi!"
How cruel and hateful must Li Ruiyun be to Ding Xin to order such a gruesome execution method!
At that moment, Ding Xin felt that every limb of his body was cold, and he couldn't help but close his eyes in despair.
——It’s over, it’s over completely, Miss Lian, from now on, my servants can no longer serve you; Commander Ling, no, it should be Mr. He, my servants all died for you, and they died so miserably. ...But you don’t know anything about it now, which is really sad to think about!
At this time, the executioners outside did not allow him to think any more. They suddenly rushed forward, pushing and shoving him and dragging him outside the imperial study.
At this time, I heard a low and cold voice coming from outside, "Wait a minute!"...
