Journey To the World of Film and Television

"Brother, you're back." Fan Ruoruo hurriedly ran from the backyard when he heard the news of Fan Xian's return to the mansion, and said anxiously, "Mr. only to leave."

Fan Xian glanced around and asked, "Where's Dad?"

Only then did Fan Ruoruo think about business, and hurriedly said, "Daddy is in the study and wants to see you."

Fan Xian nodded and said, "I'm going to the study right now."

After finishing speaking, he was about to go to the study room, but he was stopped by Fan Ruoruo just as he took two steps.

"Hey! Brother!"

Fan Xian turned to look at Fan Ruoruo, Fan Ruoruo cautiously asked, "Where is Mr. Zhou? Why didn't you come back with you?"

Fan Xian recalled the conversation on the road, opened his mouth, and said hesitantly: "He has something to do, and he needs to stay outside for a few days."

"Outside the city?" Fan Ruoruo was taken aback when he heard the words, and suddenly said: "It's fine outside the city, Prime Minister Lin will definitely send someone to search for Mr. Zhou in the city, it is indeed safer outside the city."

"Ruo Ruo, I have something I want to talk to you about." Fan Xian hesitated for a moment, then gritted his teeth: "I'll go find you when I come back from my father."

Fan Ruoruo nodded in surprise, not understanding why Fan Xian had such a troubled expression when he went out.

Could it be that something happened to Mr. Zhou?

Fan Ruoruo turned around to ask a question, but Fan Xian was no longer in the yard.

When he came to the study, Fan Xian saw Fan Jian who was reading the letter in front of the case. After bowing and saluting, he said in a deep voice, "Father, I have caused trouble for the family again."

"You're back." Fan Jian closed the letter, stroked his beard, and said, "Your Majesty has already made a conclusion on this matter. Lin Gong's death was done by Northern Qi master Langtao. Where is the trouble?"

"Over there, Prime Minister Ke Lin"

"What's wrong with Prime Minister Lin?" Fan Jian snorted softly, stood up and said, "When Lin Gong died that day, Zhou Ji traversed half of the capital, passing through the mansions of many officials, and there were countless witnesses. How did Prime Minister Lin conclude this? Is it related to Zhou Ji?"

"I'm just afraid Lin Xiang will fall into a trance and believe that Zhou Ji killed Lin Gong," Fan Xian said with a wry smile, "I don't talk about the evidence, I'm just venting my anger."

After coming to the capital, Fan Xian's world view has changed a lot. The elites in the capital can be said to be unscrupulous.

"My lord~! Prime Minister Lin is here again."

While the two were talking, a servant hurried over, without regard for etiquette, and said anxiously outside the door.

"Presumably he has arranged staff in the city long ago, waiting for you to return home." Fan Jian frowned and said: "At any rate, he is also your future father-in-law, so go out with me."

Fan Xian bowed and said yes.

The two walked through the forest garden, and Fan Jian said as they walked, "I will arrange for you to work in Honglu Temple in two days. The relationship is very important, so don't take it lightly."

"Honglu Temple?" Fan Xian was puzzled, "Aren't I the co-law of Taichang Temple? Why do I want to go to Honglu Temple again?"

Seeing that he was approaching the main hall, Fan Jian couldn't explain too much, so he simply said: "In a few days, the Northern Qi and Dongyi missions will enter the city. You have to assist in the peace talks and gain fame. Marriage is good."

Fan Xian nodded, and when he looked up, he saw a middle-aged man with a haggard look and messy hair sitting on the side seat, staring blankly at the void.

"I don't know why Prime Minister Lin left and came back again?" Fan Jian led Fan Xian into the hall, and introduced, "Xian'er, it seems that you haven't seen Prime Minister Lin since you returned to Beijing, so I will take this opportunity to give you a chance to meet your uncle. Offer a cup of tea."

Fan Xian had nothing to do, walked up to Prime Minister Lin and bowed, poured tea from the table next to him, and said respectfully, "Nephew Fan Xian pays his respects to Lin Shibo."

If there is no such thing as Lin Gong, Lin's impression of Fan Xian is not bad, and he is a good match with Wan'er.

But now that Lin Gong died, he must have something to do with Zhou Ji, and Fan Xian had a good relationship with Zhou Ji, which made him feel a thorn in his heart after all.

Thinking of Wan'er's tuberculosis, which was mostly cured, Lin Xiang's mood became more complicated.

Taking a sip of the tea offered by Fan Xian, he chatted briefly with Fan Xian about some trivial matters, while Fan Jian chatted aside, the three of them had a tacit understanding and did not mention Fan Xian and Lin Wan'er's marriage.

"Northern Qi sent people to assassinate my son. It's really deceiving people too much!" Although Lin Xiangcheng's mansion was deep, but the truth about Lin Gong was involved, he couldn't hold back in the end, and said, "I heard that there were also experts who came to ambush my nephew that day. A swordsman, Zhou Ji, arrived in time, so I don't know if this person is at the residence."

Fan Xian said with emotion: "Zhou Ji is my good friend. I was ambushed on Niulan Street that day. He wanted to come to the rescue but was stopped by three disciples of Si Gu Jian. Even the weapon was tampered with. After getting rid of the killer, he panicked. Walking through many government offices, catch up with me dangerously and dangerously..."

Fan Xian recounted the situation that day. Except that Zhou Ji knew in advance that the sword case had been tampered with, and that he had prepared a bomb in his own sword case, everything else was the same as Lin Xiang's investigation results.

"So, Gong'er's death really has nothing to do with Zhou Ji?"

Lin Xiang murmured, but now there is still one thing that is unclear.

"Why did Gong'er take Zhou Ji's sword box to another courtyard outside the city that day?"

As long as this matter is not clear, Zhou Ji must still be suspected! What's more, he actually hid outside the city during this sensitive period? How could Lin Xiang not think about it?

Fan Xian knew that talking too much would lead to failure, so he didn't comment much on it. The more he said in front of the old fox, the more flaws he exposed.

"My lord, there is a Mr. Yuan asking to see him outside, saying that he is looking for Mr. Lin."

A servant's report came from outside the house, and Prime Minister Lin took this opportunity to say goodbye again. When he came out of the Fan Mansion, he saw Yuan Hongdao walking quickly, and whispered in his ear, "Master Chen, Dean Chen of the Appraisal and Inspection Institute has just sent the second son's belongings." , and a wooden box, said to be related to the death of the Second Young Master."

Lin Xiang's face changed drastically, and he hurried back to the mansion, and saw the shallow-bottomed coffin placed in the side hall at a glance, and a square wooden box was brought along with the coffin.

"Gong'er!" As soon as Lin Xiang took a step forward, he saw several charred and broken bones in the coffin, his eyes darkened, and he almost fell to the ground.

"Master Xiang!" Yuan Hongdao hurried to support Lin Xiang, but was pushed away by Lin Xiang.

The wreckage in the coffin was already incomplete, and could only be scattered around in bits and pieces. What filled the gaps were some armor jade ornaments that were about to be charred.

Seeing Lin Gong's tragic state, Lin Xiang was devastated, lay down on the coffin, and cried bitterly, crying until he almost cried blood, crying until he was exhausted.

Lin Xiang, who had just rested for a long time, stood up tremblingly, looking at the stack of letters placed with the relics.

Most of these letters were not signed, but both the handwriting and sentence punctuation habits were the same as Lin Gong's. Only one handwriting was extremely inconsistent with Lin Gong's.

After reading these letters carefully, Lin Xiang was frightened and angry for a while, and hissed: "Open the box next to it."

Yuan Hongdao quickly opened the wooden box, and what was inside the wooden box was a human head wrapped in lime!

"Zhang Daqian?" Yuan Hongdao pushed back the hair in front of the man's head and recognized the other person's identity, "Master Xiang, this is Zhang Daqian, a well-known forger in the city."

Next to the head, there was a case file from the Forensic and Investigation Institute, and as far as I could see, it was the real cause of Lin Gong's death.

Thanks to Feng Yunxu for the reward of 100 coins. This is the first time I received a tip, thank you Wubi.