Since getting married, he has been protected too well by Zhang Qi, if Lin Xiong was not born, how could these jailers dare to be so presumptuous.

Lin Jia frowned slightly, carefully dodging the dirty hands stretched out by the prisoner.

When he finally came to the cell, he saw Deng Ming covered in injuries.

Lin Jia was a little incredulous, obviously he was only taken into prison yesterday, how could he be covered in injuries.

He whispered to Deng Ming, who was lying inside, "Uncle Deng." ”

Hearing the familiar voice, Deng Ming opened his eyes with difficulty, and looked out with his will.

"Jiajia, why are you here, this is so dirty, don't dirty the corners of your skirt." Looking at Lin Jia wearing filial piety clothes, Deng Ming's eyes were filled with tears.

Lin Jia covered her mouth and tried to control the tears in her eyes, but the slightly choked cry still betrayed Lin Jia.

"Uncle, they all said that you poisoned your father, but Jiajia didn't believe it." Lin Jia shook his head vigorously.

"Uncle, you have a deep relationship with your father, how could you attack your father?"

Hearing Lin Jia's words, Deng Ming showed a hearty smile on his face, "As long as Jiajia is willing to believe in Uncle, Uncle will be satisfied." ”

"Uncle doesn't know who it is who attacked your father, but your father will never eat the food sent by outsiders, and even eats with the soldiers." As he spoke, Deng Ming gasped twice.

I was arrested and put in prison yesterday, and none of those methods were used on myself, and now I am afraid that I am going to die.

But even if she wants to die, Jiajia must not have an accident.

"There are not many people close to your father, from today onwards, you must be vigilant, and your husband can't be trusted, you know?"

"Wait a while, when you get out of prison, you may never see your uncle again, you have to take careful precautions against everyone, you know?" Deng Ming is like a dying man, constantly admonishing his children.

Seeing that Deng Ming was about to lose his breath, Lin Jia nodded decisively, although he didn't believe that Zhang Qi would harm his father, but now that he wanted Uncle An's heart, he could only nod helplessly.

Seeing Lin Jia's movements in person, there was a hint of relief on his face.

The invective of the past few days has been heard too much, and no one wants to believe that he is innocent, they are only willing to believe the so-called evidence.

"Let's go, don't come back." Deng Ming waved his hand at Jiajia.

Stay up for two more days, stay up for another two days, and look at Lin Jia's back with blank eyes.

Lin Jia walked out of the prison firmly, and there was no panic in her heart about the prisoners who stretched out their dirty hands to hook her dress.

Now he is isolated, the Lin family, a big family, only his father is the most prominent, and everyone else has to rely on his father for help, and now that something has happened, he can't count on them even more.

By the way, she still has a husband, but the uncle said that no one can believe it, so who else can she believe now?

Lin Jia's heart collapsed, and she didn't know if she could survive it.

My father didn't have an accident, and my husband was still gentle and elegant, but now that my father is gone, will my husband still love himself as much as before?

She has always known that in the days that her husband has lived all these years, outsiders have said that he relies on his father-in-law's family and has no backbone, and she has always known the grievances he has suffered.

Standing outside the prison, Lin Jia slowly wiped away the tears on her face, she believed that her uncle would definitely not be the murderer of her father, but who was the murderer?

They let the uncle arrest him, just to get a scapegoat, but to let the real murderer still be happy.

When he returned to the Lin Mansion, he saw Zhang Qi kneeling there burning paper for his father.

She was ashamed of what she had just thought, why would he doubt her husband?

Lin Jia stepped forward slowly, "Husband." ”

Zhang Qi raised his head, looked at Lin Jia with a pale face, and asked with concern, "I've seen Uncle Deng, but what is the difference?" ”

Lin Jia thought that no one had discovered her actions, but it turned out that her husband had already known about it.

Shaking his head, "Uncle Deng said that it was not his poison, the murderer was someone else, but now His Royal Highness King An has put this charge on Uncle An." ”

Looking at his pale daughter-in-law, Zhang Qi staggered to his feet.

Seeing this, Lin Jia hurriedly held the person up, this time, the Lin family completely buried the suspicion in their hearts, the murderer can be anyone, but it is absolutely impossible to be his husband.

Zhang Qi stood firm with the help of Lin Jia, "I want to help Uncle Lin get rid of his crimes." ”

Lin Jia looked up at Zhang Qi in surprise, a little incredulous, "You believe that Uncle is not a murderer." ”

Zhang Qi smiled, "Since you believe in Uncle Deng, you naturally have your thoughts, not to mention that Uncle Deng has no reason to hurt his father-in-law." ”

Lin Jia hugged Zhang Qi's waist with emotion, and choked up, "Thank you, husband." ”

Zhang Qi gently rubbed Lin Jia's head, and his tone was gentle, "Thank you for what I do, I am your husband, all this is as it should be." ”

Zhang Qi pulled Lin Jia out of his arms and looked at her with firm eyes.

"But you have to know that Uncle Zhang's crime was set by His Royal Highness King An, and the chances of being rescued are not very good."

"I know that even if there is a glimmer of hope, we must be saved, and maybe Uncle has the news we want." Lin Jia's eyes widened slightly.

"Okay, I now order someone to go to His Royal Highness King An, and Madame have a good rest." Zhang Qi carefully admonished Lin Jia.

Lin Jia nodded, "Well, go ahead!" ”

Looking at the back of Zhang Qi leaving, Lin Jia knelt in front of his father's coffin and whispered, "Father, I believe that my husband will definitely be able to find the murderer for you." ”

"He's really a very nice guy, and he's definitely not going to take me down." Lin Jia's eyes welled up with tears.

On the other side, Zhang Qi entered the study, looked at the filial piety clothes on his body, and took them off in disgust.

When his father died, he could only kowtow twice from a long distance.

And now he has to guard the soul of his enemy, which is really ridiculous, and the smell of incense and candles on his body also makes him tired.

However, Lin Xiong died, died in his own hands, and he was still very willing to guard his spirit.

There is also Deng Ming, I don't know if there will be a coffin when I die, but in a place like a mass grave, it is also good to be buried in the belly of a wild dog.

"Come in."

"Master." The face of the person who came was expressionless, and the irrepressible murderous aura on his body made people can't help but shudder.

"Go ahead, go to the prison and take a good look at that guy, don't let that guy die so easily."

"But don't worry, Lin Jia went to visit him today, he will definitely not die in the past two days, since this is the case, then let him live better than die in these days."

"Yes."

Zhang Qi looked at the calligraphy and painting hanging in the study and muttered to himself.

"Don't want to die so happily, my home was destroyed by you, then you will pay it back."

Don't you want to hold your grandson? It's a pity, the Lin family will not have children in this life, and your Lin family is destined to be cut off from children and grandchildren in this generation.

(End of chapter)