Lin Mufu looked at the person in front of him without speaking for a long time, and this person looked at Lin Mufu and didn't speak either.
The two people have been looking at each other like this for nearly a moment, as if they can explain clearly what each other wants to say just by looking at each other. In these eyes, it is difficult to put aside the sympathy for each other.
At this moment, someone knocked on the door outside the study.
Lin Mufu looked back and saw that the door was pushed open. It was a young man he had never seen before.
"Master Hou, it's time to go."
The person outside the door reminded me.
The man sitting opposite Lin Mu's Mansion stood up, straightened his clothes, and bowed solemnly towards Lin Mu's Mansion.
"Thank you Mr. Lin for everything you have done for us in the past twenty years. Thank you Mr. Lin for still choosing to stand with us at a time like this. I pay my respects not only on behalf of myself, but also on behalf of many people."
The man called Marquis is Wang Jinxiang, a descendant of Pochuan, the founding Duke of Dayu.
After Wang Jinxiang was rude to Lin Mufu, he straightened up and said, "Mr. Lin, have a good trip."
Lin Mufu nodded, his expression seemed very calm.
He asked: "One last thing I want to ask. It's not that you want to kill me. We all know that you and I have been friends for many years. They specially asked you to come. They are really cruel. Whose idea was it?"
Wang Jinxiang shook his head and said: "Why should Mr. Lin be obsessed with this? Whether I come or others come, I just want to see Mr. Lin off. The bow just now will be given no matter who comes, and it cannot be missed."
Just half an hour ago, not long after Lin Mufu returned home, he was seen leaving in a car.
In fact, of course he was not the one who left the Lin Mansion, because someone came to tell him that Wang Jinxiang was coming to visit.
He thought it would be a straightforward assassination. After all, those people were not indecisive. He did not expect that his old friend would come.
So he also understood what Wang Jinxiang meant, so he asked a servant who was similar in stature to himself to change his clothes and ride out of the city.
Wang Jinxiang came here to ask what exactly the emperor and Lin Mufu said.
Because many people want to know how determined the emperor is to overturn the old case this time.
The greater the determination, the more people will be involved, there is no doubt about it.
If you make a pretense of checking, the most you can do is choose a few insignificant scapegoats to die.
If he didn't want to know this, Wang Jinxiang probably wouldn't come in person. After all, it was still a bit risky, so he should still be able to find some reasons to refuse this trip.
He stood up to say goodbye, and Lin Mufu sent him to the door of the study.
Wang Jinxiang looked back at Lin Mu's Mansion and said: "I will always bear in mind Gong Lin's teachings. Gong Lin's position in my heart is like a teacher and a father... Today next year, I will come to see Gong Lin again."
Lin Mufu smiled: "There is no need to say these words. Just be careful. You know who they ask to come and what it means."
Wang Jinxiang leaned over and bowed again: "I know, thank you Mr. Lin for reminding me."
Whoever you let come, you can naturally give up. After all, there is a possibility of being caught and exposed.
Lin Mufu said: "Let me say one more thing... you'd better leave Geling. The Wang family doesn't have much money to play with them now."
Wang Jinxiang said: "Who with the capital would be willing to bet that big?"
Lin Mufu sighed deeply in his heart.
"correct."
Wang Jinxiang said: "Lin Gong's family has already arranged to leave Geling long ago. When Lin Gong entrusted me with this matter, I never had time to tell you the key."
Hearing this, Lin Mufu's expression changed slightly.
Wang Jinxiang said: "The person I arranged is the most trustworthy person in my house. It is Uncle Li, the steward who has watched me grow up. Mr. Lin has met him."
Lin Mufu said: "I've seen him before, but I haven't seen him for a long time."
Wang Jinxiang said: "Since I can't see him anymore, I will kill him."
Lin Mufu was shocked.
Wang Jinxiang said: "Mr. Lin entrusted me with such an important matter. I cannot let go of Gong Lin's trust."
"I asked Uncle Li to take care of this matter. After he has settled Gong Lin's family, he will naturally tell me where they will be settled when he comes back."
"But after all, it's better for few people to know about this matter. Uncle Li will definitely tell me, and I may not be able to keep it secret for the rest of my life, so I didn't let Uncle Li come back..."
Having said this, he once again clasped his fists towards Lin Mu's Mansion: "Mr. Lin, you can go in peace."
Lin Mufu took a deep breath and returned the gift as a peer.
Wang Jinxiang is a person who can be entrusted to me.
When he arranged for his most trusted person to handle this matter, he had probably already thought about killing his most trusted person.
Moreover, this person was the family steward who had cared for him since he was a child. He was Uncle Li who truly regarded him as his own.
"I am leaving."
Wang Jinxiang turned around and left, his back looking so lonely.
Of course he understood how true Lin Mufu's final advice was to him. In fact, even if Lin Mufu didn't say it, he himself had thought it through very thoroughly.
The Wang family is no longer what it used to be. The traffickers and lackeys who surrounded the Wang family in the past are now able to surpass the Wang family.
So what better choice does he have?
Just accept your fate and let the Wang family become the pawns of those traffickers?
He refused to accept his fate, even if there was still a chance to fight, and whenever there was a possibility of rising, he would not accept his fate.
As he walked out, there were tears in his eyes.
Cry Mr. Lin.
Cry Uncle Li.
Everyone is a fish in this world. The lucky ones can avoid the fatal hook, but the vast majority of fish will risk their lives for a bite of the extremely tempting bait.
The most terrifying thing is that most fish don’t know that they are risking their lives for a bite of food.
Song Shisan and Wang Jinxiang passed each other.
Just when he was thinking whether he should kill the biggest Lin first, Qi Ai left and returned.
When Qi Ai returned to the inn, she first took a look at the stack of banknotes to make sure that Song Shisan had seen the piece of paper underneath the banknotes.
Then he knew that Song Shisan was also a fish, a fish that had already bitten the hook.
Cui Fanye's father, Cui Zhi, told Cui Fanye before going out that he should be more decisive when he should be decisive.
In fact, this decisiveness refers to Lin Mufu.
Once Lin Mufu died, one of the most important threads in Liu Jigong's case was broken.
The key point is that after His Majesty returned from Yunzhou, he suddenly began to look into old cases.
Even if those people in Geling got the news earlier, Lin Mufu would have died before the emperor returned to Geling.
It is indeed a bit troublesome to deal with it now, but for Cui Fanye, he was lucky, and Song Shisan came.
Song Shisan does not belong to any force in Geling City. Even if this guy dies, it is not considered a loss.
Qi Ai asked: "You saw that piece of paper, what do you think of the painting?"
Song Shisan replied: "I think the largest forest is very good."
Qi Ai asked: "Why do you think the big forest is better?"
Song Shisan replied: "It's early spring now, but... the late spring cold this year seems to be particularly severe. If we want to cut down forests for warmth, of course the bigger the woods, the better."
So, Song Shisan came today.
He was waiting in the backyard. In fact, he was the one who came to inform Lin Mufu that Wang Jinxiang was coming. He didn't know Wang Jinxiang, so the person who asked him to come told him so.
And he came just because he was a stranger. The reason was as simple as that.
When he was in the backyard, he was still thinking about how many times he couldn't help but take action when he followed Wanyu Tower, and now he finally got what he wanted.
This wish is to kill a real big shot like Wanyulou.
He has never been a person who must have a purpose to kill. He is bloodthirsty and thinks killing is fun. Killing big shots is great fun.
Now, Lin Mu's Mansion is right in front of him, and killing Lin Mu's Mansion gives him more satisfaction than killing Wanyu Tower.
Lin Mufu was a veteran of three dynasties and had served as prime minister three times.
Walking to Lin Mu's Mansion, Song Shisan looked the old man up and down.
"Xiang Lin."
Song Shisan clasped his fists: "I'll take you on your way."
Lin Mufu also looked at this young man. He didn't recognize him, but it wasn't important.
Lin Mufu said: "Although I know that I will die today, I still hope to die with dignity."
Song Shisan nodded: "If I can kill someone like Lin Xiang, I will naturally be cautious and find a way to give Lin Xiang the greatest dignity."
Lin Mufu thought that this would be a dignified death by taking poison, hanging, or some other method of death that would preserve the whole body.
But he saw the young man take out an iron pestle and draw a strange pattern on the ground.
Lin Mufu frowned: "What do you mean?"
Song Shisan said: "If you are killing ordinary people, I don't really care if there is such a ceremony, but you are Prime Minister Lin, a veteran of three dynasties, and have been prime minister three times."
He grinned: "It really made Lin Xiangmei smile. I'm actually a little nervous now."
Lin Mufu was slightly angry: "I'm asking you, what does this painting mean?"
Song Shisan said: "Don't Prime Minister Lin want to be dignified? I drew this soul-destroying picture with the most solemn attitude, but Prime Minister Lin is still not satisfied?"
Lin Mufu's eyes widened.
People of his age are more or less superstitious and feel that there is indeed something in this world that should be feared.
Soul-destroying picture.
If you listen to these three words, you will know what they mean. This picture is to suppress people's souls.
In other words, you cannot be reincarnated after death...
"you dare?"
Lin Mufu's eyes turned cold.
Song Shisan didn't care about what he said at all, but said in an apologetic tone: "Please wait a moment, Mr. Lin, it will be fine soon."
Lin Mufu turned around to leave, but at his age and without knowing any martial arts, how could he possibly leave?
Song Shisan reached out and grabbed Lin Mufu's neck, lifted Lin Mufu up with one hand, and continued to draw his soul-destroying diagram on the ground with the iron pestle in his other hand.
"You people who live in high-rise compounds are really troublesome."
Song Shisan was slightly annoyed.
Because the stone slabs on the floor of Lin Mu's house are extremely hard, it would be difficult to draw a perfect soul-destroying diagram with an iron pestle on them.
Moreover, once the iron pestle is poked, the stone slab may be broken. If it is broken, wouldn't the Soul-Destroying Diagram also be broken?
"Don't shout, there's no point in shouting."
Song Shisan said: "Everyone in your house has been taken away. I think you are pitiful. You have reached such a high position, but there is not even a trusted person around you. They all want to kill you."
He smiled and said: "If anyone can save you at this time, probably only gods will be left. Look at the sky. Will there be gods floating down to save you?"
There are no gods. There are no gods in this world.
There is a door panel.
With a bang, the door of Lin Mu's house flew over. The speed was extremely fast, faster than a god could fly. It turned and turned fast. Even a god couldn't fly so abnormally.
At this moment, Song Shisan's eyes suddenly widened.
It was also at this moment that Lin Ye walked in and saw the man who was drawing a picture on the ground with an iron pestle.