After Lin Jingmo packed up, he also came to the mourning hall of the General's Mansion. As soon as he entered the mourning hall, he saw Lu Feicheng with a sad face.
She walked to the place where the coffin was set up, knelt down, kowtowed, and lit incense. She came to Lu Feicheng's side and comforted: "Brother Lu, our families have always been on good terms, not to mention that my father was good friends with Lu Shibo. It's a pity that I came to Beijing."
Before I can meet him, he has passed away. Brother Lu, please take care of yourself, express your condolences and accept the change."
Lu Feicheng curled his lips, with an expression that seemed to be a smile but not a smile, and his bloodshot eyes that made people shudder were full of sadness: "Yes, my father and Lin Shangshu had a close friendship, but I don't know how much trouble will be caused when my father passes away.
Who can guarantee to be alone?"
Lin Jingmo frowned in confusion when he heard this, thinking that he had just lost a relative, so he didn't care too much.
After Lin Jingmo paid homage to Lu Anmin, he took Duanyin to the small courtyard where she and Shang Shixu lived. On the way back, an old man wearing linen and white cloth suddenly appeared from the end of the verandah.
When the old man saw Lin Jingmo, he immediately knelt down on the ground, kowtowed and said, "Miss Lin, please plead grievances for my old general!"
Lin Jingmo looked at the old man on the ground with some confusion. Shuangyin looked at him carefully and exclaimed: "You are Uncle Sun, the manager of General Lu's family!"
"General Lu's housekeeper?" Lin Jingmo hurriedly stepped forward to help Uncle Sun and asked, "What did you mean when you said you were redressing General Lu's grievances just now?"
Uncle Sun stood up and wiped his tears and said: "The old general has been in the army all his life. He suffered a lot of injuries in his youth. In recent years, his old illness has relapsed, and his back and back pain often makes him unable to stand up. Therefore, the villain took advantage of the opportunity and stole the military rations. However,
The victory between Southern Qi and Northern Yan has always been inseparable. The two sides were evenly matched but could not match each other. The general did not have any doubts about the matter in the northern border. It was not until the imperial court sent someone to check the silver grain depot and personally inspect the sergeants that the general discovered.
However, he died suddenly and suddenly. He was found hanging to death this morning. What is even more unbelievable is that he actually left a letter saying that he colluded with Beiyan. How is this possible? The general's lifelong rival is Beiyan. How could he do this for
Is your reputation going to be at stake?"
After saying that, he handed two pages of paper torn from the book to Lin Jingmo.
Lin Jingmo took the paper full of words, looked at the explanations and notes on the treasury grain and grass, and looked at Uncle Sun in confusion: "This is?"
Uncle Sun trembled and knelt on the ground again: "This is the evidence. This was written by the old general himself after counting the grain depot last night. He found clues after counting the grain and grass, so he wrote this. I want to ask
If he was really the culprit of corruption and bending the law, how could he write this?"
Lin Jingmo thought for a while, folded the two pages and said, "My husband is the official in charge sent by the Holy Emperor to investigate this matter. I will hand these pages to my husband."
But Uncle Sun quickly stopped her: "No, Miss Lin, if I can trust Mr. Shang, why would I come to you in the opposite direction?"
Lin Jingmo was surprised and asked: "What does Uncle Sun mean by this?"
Uncle Sun replied: "I'm not afraid of offending Miss Lin. Mr. Shang is the adopted son of Chen Mianzheng, the current Zhongshu Ling, and Chen Mianzheng and King Zhao are the son-in-law. I'm afraid this matter in the north has something to do with King Zhao.
If you give this page to Shang Shixu, it is tantamount to seeking the skin of a tiger and falling into a trap!"
Lin Jingmo heard the words but didn't think so: "Uncle Sun's words are wrong. Both my father and the emperor sent him to the north because they trusted my husband. Don't they know that he and Zhongshu Ling have a close relationship with each other?"
Relationship? Even if you have a grudge and refuse to give the pages to your husband, you can always give them to Yu Feizhi, right?" After saying that, Lin Jingmo regretted that he had spoken too quickly and had forgotten the relationship between Yu Feizhi and the bastard Zhang Yiqian, so he added
: "He is not a good person either."
Uncle Sun said again: "If the general is not the culprit of embezzling food and grass, then he will not hang himself to apologize. He was killed by others! Looking at the entire palace of the general who defends the city, how many outsiders are there?"
Lin Jingmo said angrily: "I can't guarantee others, but my husband is definitely not the one who killed General Lu!"
"What about Mr. Yu? This matter can only be given to the old general by handing it to Lin Shangshu!" Uncle Sun said sincerely: "I hope Miss Lin can give this page to my respected father Lin Yuanzhi." p>
Lin Jingmo clenched the pages in his hands, not knowing what to do with them, but he heard someone outside the corridor shouting: "Uncle Sun, why are you still here? There are a lot of things waiting for you outside."
Uncle Sun hurriedly responded: "Come right now." After saying that, he gave Lin Jingmo a meaningful look and left.
Lin Jingmo held the folded pages in his hand, returned to the room, unfolded them and read them again.
Double Yin on the side remained silent. After seeing Lin Jingmo not coming back to his senses for a long time, he asked: "Madam, what is written on this?"
"Huh?" Lin Jingmo came back to his senses and raised his head to look at Shuangyin.
Shuangyin then explained: "The villain is illiterate, but what Uncle Sun said just now is evidence? Could it be that the general was really killed?"
Because Lin Jingmo was angry about what Uncle Sun had wronged about the timing of the Shang Dynasty, he angrily threw the paper on the table and said: "It's just an ordinary record used by General Lu to record food, grass and armaments."
"Oh, that's it." Shuangyin thought for a while and said, "In that case, your Excellency is the official who is ordered to take charge of this matter, why not leave it to us, Your Excellency?"
Lin Jingmo did not answer. Although she trusted Shang Shixian, the matter was of great importance and the people and things involved were too complicated, so she picked up the pages of the book again and put them in her baggage.
Until late at night, Shang Shixu did not come back. He only sent someone back in the evening to report. Because he knew about the affairs in the north and was eager to get the accounts in order, he would come back later or even not at all.
Lin Jingmo changed his clothes, but tossed and turned in bed unable to sleep: Do you now understand the matter in the North? Doesn't your husband have any doubts about this matter? If he hands the pages of the book to her husband, will he change his mind and continue to investigate thoroughly?
But if the matter is really related to Zhongshu Ling Zhao Wang, what will he do?
As I thought about it, I fell asleep unconsciously.
In the middle of the night, Shang Shixu came back from Yu Gaizhi's place, took off his coat and squatted beside the bed, looking at Lin Jingmo's sleeping face with a silly smile under the moonlight.
He breathed a long sigh of relief. He had never felt so at ease when a person was sleeping soundly. Then he leaned against the bed and closed his eyes quietly.
Along with Lin Jingmo's even breathing, he also fell into a deep sleep. Maybe it was because his heart was trapped and his blood was blocked, and he had a nightmare.
In his dream, he saw a sea of fire, and he was in the middle of the sea of fire. Through the thick smoke, he saw that the murderer who set the fire was his mother! A mother actually wanted to set fire to her own son! p>