In the Xuanjing Lin Mansion, the roar of the head of the family, Lin Chenghong, resounded throughout the sky. In the huge mansion, all the maids and servants were trembling. Everyone was kneeling on the ground, not daring to make any move at all.
A fat old man walked into the inner house. The old man had a fair face and no beard, and he seemed to have a slight smile on his face all the time. At this moment, he retracted his hands into the wide sleeves of his robe, and his whole body was half-bowed.
The pace is fast and detailed.
Judging from his clothes, he looked like a fat old man who was also a servant of the Lin family, but his status was definitely not comparable to that of the maids and servants kneeling on the ground.
This fat old man's name is Lin Fu, he is the housekeeper of the Lin Mansion and Lin Chenghong's absolute confidant.
Any important decision made by the Lin family has always been basically discussed between Lin Chenghong and Lin Fu, which shows this person's status in the Lin family.
At this time, Lin Fu faced Lin Chenghong's roar and walked all the way to the study room of the inner house. As soon as he entered the study room, Lin Fu frowned unconsciously. Everything in front of him was in a mess.
The calligraphy and painting porcelain that Lin Chenghong once regarded as a treasure has now been shattered into pieces. The tables and chairs in the study room were shattered into powder, and the bodies of two unlucky servants fell down.
Both of these servants died after their heads were smashed with a palm. It was obvious that this must be Lin Chenghong's handiwork.
Lin Fu covered his mouth and nose slightly, as if he could hardly bear the stimulation of the smell of blood. He waved his hands slightly, and two trembling servants came in from outside the study. They suppressed the feeling of constant churning in their stomachs and carried the body out.
After doing all this, Lin Fu's condition seemed to be much better. He looked at the figure at the end of the study with his back to him, and bowed.
"Master, the third batch of dead soldiers sent out have been completely wiped out."
As soon as Lin Fu said this, Lin Chenghong became even more angry. He turned around sharply, stared into Lin Fu's eyes and asked: "These dead soldiers are all very powerful people who have been raised by my Lin family for many years. You
Tell me, why did you deal with a mere junior, but was killed several times? Why!!"
"Ting'er's body is still cold, and I, the father, can't avenge him. Lin Fu, after a hundred years, how can I have the face to meet my ancestors?"
Lin Chenghong didn't know how long it had been since he had been so angry.
When he first learned of Lin Ting's death, he felt like the whole sky had fallen.
The proud son of heaven who the Lin family had devoted all their efforts to cultivate, and the son who Lin Chenghong had high hopes for, died so mysteriously, and was killed by an unknown junior.
I wonder how Lin Chenghong could swallow this breath!
Long before Lin Ting and Jiang Zhixi left Xuanjing, Lin Chenghong had already arranged all follow-up plans.
As long as Lin Ting can successfully solve the crisis in Prancing Horse City, the Lin family will have the capital to negotiate with Emperor Xuan and ask Emperor Xuan to marry Jiang Zhixi into the Lin family. In this way, the Lin family will become relatives of the emperor in the blink of an eye, and Lin Ting will also be able to take this opportunity to join the imperial court.
Above the hall.
In this way, the Lin family's long-term layout will be completed. After a few decades, they may not be able to compete for the supreme position!
However, because of an unknown junior, Lin Ting died.
Hundreds of years of planning by the Lin family came to nothing, and all their efforts were in vain. This was an unimaginable blow to Lin Chenghong, and even to the entire Lin family.
Although Lin Chenghong is not too old, he may not be able to have another heir if he works hard, but how can he make up for the hard work he has put into cultivating Lin Ting, and who can compensate him for the great opportunities that the Lin family has missed.
?
Therefore, no matter what, Lin Chenghong cannot swallow this easily, he must make Wang Qiang pay the price!
"Lin Fu, I want him to die, no matter what the cost, I want him to die!!!"
Lin Chenghong almost roared the last sentence from deep in his throat. His eyes were already red, and there was almost solid murderous aura surrounding him. His whole person was like a ferocious beast that chooses people to devour, with ferocious power.
Show it all!
On the other side, Lin Fu's reaction was calmer, and he waited silently for Lin Chenghong to finish everything before he slowly said: "I have found out that the person who touched Young Master Ting'er, whose name is Wang Qiang, is a man who has just emerged in the past few months.
Junior."
"It is said that this son seems to have a close relationship with Jiang Zhixi. Does the head of the family think...that His Majesty is secretly working on this matter?"
Lin Fu's short words made Lin Chenghong ponder.
In fact, if you think about it carefully, this analysis makes sense. After all, how could a little-known junior like Wang Qiang dare to touch a proud man like Lin Ting? It would be impossible even if he borrowed a hundred courages from him.
But if there is a looming figure of Emperor Xuan behind it... the situation may not necessarily be the same.
It can only be said that both Lin Fu and Lin Chenghong took it for granted. Couldn't Wang Qiang kill Lin Ting because he was jealous?
"What you say makes sense. Our Lin family has indeed acted a little wildly in recent years. With Your Majesty as a person, you might actually make such a decision."
Lin Chenghong was completely hit by Lin Fu's analysis. He couldn't help but think about deeper power mediation, but he didn't know that the more he thought like this, the more complicated the matter would be, and in the end he would even control it.
Keep moving.
"Under such circumstances, should we continue to pursue that Wang Qiang? After all, His Majesty's eyes may have been watching this matter all the time. Acting rashly will be detrimental to our Lin family."
This time, Lin Chenghong did not answer Lin Fu's question and fell into deep thought.
After a long time, Lin Chenghong slowly said: "No problem, continue to send elites to chase and kill. If possible, just save that Jiang Zhixi's life!"
"What does the head of the family mean?" Lin Fu seemed to understand something and asked hesitantly.
But he saw Lin Chenghong squinting his eyes, his eyes full of see-through confidence, muttering to himself: "We have sent out three groups of people to chase him, and His Majesty has never made a sound, which proves that he does not care about Wang Qiang's life or death.
.As long as we don’t touch Jiang Zhixi, the culprit who killed Ting’er will definitely die!”
"My subordinates will do it now!"
"etc!"
Lin Fu's eyes lit up after he had figured everything out, and he immediately clasped his fists and bowed to say goodbye, but before he left, he was stopped by Lin Chenghong again.
I saw Lin Chenghong squinting his eyes and slowly speaking: "The three groups of dead soldiers in front and behind have been wiped out. This Wang Qiang may still have power behind him. He can directly send experts forward to ensure that he will be killed with one blow!"
"promise!"
After receiving the order, Lin Fu left in a hurry. In the messy study room, only Lin Chenghong was left.
With his hands behind his back, he slowly came to the window. His eyes penetrated the space barrier through the scene outside the window, as if he was looking at Emperor Xuan in the palace from a distance.
Unconsciously, the murderous intent disappeared from Lin Chenghong's face, replaced by a look of irrepressible confidence.
"Jiang Baichuan, since you want to play, I will have a good time with you!"