Jian Zhaoxing

Chapter 1: The beginning of despair! Life and death crisis!
"How dare you! My Lin family is a royal family, yet we have produced a scourge like you!"

"Lin Zhiqing, you are just a woman, yet you are so cruel and ruthless!"

"That's your cousin. You poisoned her and made her unconscious. Do you have any regard for your sisterly love?"

The shouting woke up Lin Zhiqing, whose mind was a little confused due to working overtime all night.

Where is this... Lin Zhiqing opened her eyes and found herself kneeling on the ground. She subconsciously looked around.

A lobby.

There was a mahogany chair at the top, with a man sitting on it.

The man had a cold face and a black beard, with emerald and jade hairpins in his hair. When his eyes opened and closed, it was as if lightning flashed, which made people unable to stop being afraid.

He sat in the middle of the lobby, with two rows of people sitting on his left and right. Each of them had an expression of either indifference, laughter, or gloating.

This is... Lin Zhiqing's eyes narrowed and he quickly lowered his head to hide his inner shock.

If the clothes on the black-bearded man in front of him were real, then the antique clothes should have cost a lot of money. The silk and craftsmanship on them were something Lin Zhiqing had never seen before.

If those onlookers were not acting, the various emotions on their faces would not be fake!
Do not!
There were no cameras and no director yelling "Cut."

After realizing that the group of people in front of him were not acting, Lin Zhiqing subconsciously raised his hand and touched his face.

The delicate and smooth touch made her pause. No, she had developed several pimples recently due to staying up late to work overtime. Her face would never be so smooth!
She looked down again and saw a pair of slender hands with distinct joints. These were clearly the hands of someone who had lived a life of luxury, but they definitely did not belong to her, who was a slave.

Judging from the comprehensive information, she must have traveled through time and was reborn into the body of a woman with the same name and surname.

But this time travel was a bit too sudden.

Lin Zhiqing searched his mind for memories of this strange place, but found nothing.

The next moment, the grim-faced, black-bearded middle-aged man sitting in the middle swung his sleeves and said, "Hmph! You've committed such a heinous crime, and since you remain silent, I, Lin Congli, will beat you to death and offer sacrifices to the Lin clan's ancestors!"

Lin Zhiqing's eyes narrowed, and he quickly calmed down as he watched the people dressed as guards gradually approaching him.

Just now, the black-bearded man named "Lin Congli" said that he had committed a serious crime!
As a psychological counselor, Lin Zhiqing subconsciously analyzed his micro-expressions when he spoke.

Micro-expression psychology is a discipline that studies the psychological state expressed by humans when performing certain behaviors, and is part of the micro-reaction to psychological stress.

It represents human instinct, which is basically impossible to conceal or disguise.

For example, when people are afraid, their eyes will unconsciously widen, and when they are panicked, their eyes will become erratic. This is a common trait of all human beings.

Combined with specific environment and individual population analysis, the accuracy of this micro-expression analysis can reach more than 80%.

For example, when the police interrogate a criminal suspect, they will also make judgments based on the suspect's micro-expressions.

This is the psychology of micro-expressions!
At this moment, the anger on Lin Congli's face looked very obvious, his brows were raised coldly, and there was no expression of regret, regret, disappointment, bias, or care.

This is pure anger and rage!
But in this rage, Lin Congli suppressed his anger at the moment when his nostrils flared and his eyebrows stood up, obviously trying to restrain his anger.

He was in the middle, with a serious expression, his hair and hat were very neat, and there was not a speck of dust on his clothes. It was obvious that he was a person who attached great importance to etiquette.

"Zhengguan" in Xingjushu says: Nothing can go beyond the rules, and every thread should follow the regulations.

When he spoke to Lin Zhiqing, he was decisive and serious, leaving no room for anyone to express their attitude.

This shows that Lin Congli is the main decision maker here.

Anger, restraint, courtesy, and...

Right to the matter but not to the person?
This is a breakthrough... Lin Zhiqing felt a little relieved.

From this perspective, Lin Congli was only angry about what she had done, and his attitude towards her was still unclear.

What about the other onlookers besides Lin Congli?

In her brief recollection, the people around her were mostly filled with disgust, ridicule, and gloating.

It seemed like no one wanted her to live.

But she must live!

She had no memory of the original owner, but she had not forgotten what Lin Congli said, "That's your cousin. You poisoned her. Do you have any regard for the feelings between brothers?"

There are only two possibilities in this situation.

One, the original owner did not harm her cousin, she was framed, sacrificed, wronged, etc. by someone with ulterior motives.

The other one, the original owner did it.

But no matter what the situation is, if Lin Zhiqing wants to survive, there is only one way to go...not admit it!
No matter whether the original owner did it or not, she couldn't admit it!

Thinking of this, Lin Zhiqing's beautiful eyes flickered, and she raised her hand to stop the guard who was about to touch her:

"Wait!"

She slowly stood up from the ground and patted her dress: "I am not guilty!"

The sound is like a spring, clear and powerful.

For a moment, there was an uproar in the training ground.

After hearing her words, Lin Congli narrowed his eyes slightly, a hint of suspicion appearing in his angry expression: "You say you are not guilty? If you are not guilty, why would you poison my cousin?"

After saying this, his face was as gloomy as water, and his tone was flat: "Come here, bring Biluo up to me!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a woman who was beaten and covered in blood was dragged up by two guards. It was obvious that she had been tortured.

"Miss, I'm sorry." The woman looked at Lin Zhiqing evasively: "It really hurts too much. You shouldn't have poisoned the young lady..."

"Evil creature!" Lin Congli's face was expressionless, his eyes sharp. "Your personal maid has already confessed that you poisoned the cakes, and you still dare to quibble!"

Lin Zhiqing stared at Biluo closely, his heart sinking.

No wonder these people were so sure that they had harmed my cousin. It turned out there was a witness.

Her eyes darkened slightly as she stared at Lin Congli closely. "That's wrong. You want to convict me based on this maid's one-sided statement? That's really unacceptable."

"Why don't I wait for a confrontation with this girl and argue about what's right and wrong, so that no one can come and bite our Lin family one day."

Lin Zhiqing raised his voice to make sure everyone could hear what he said.

As soon as she said this, people around her began to whisper.

"Ha!" Seeing that the emotions of the people around him were all aroused by Lin Zhiqing, Lin Congli narrowed his eyes slightly: "Since that's the case, I will let you die with a clear conscience!"

"Biluo, repeat to me the whole process of how Lin Zhiqing instructed you to poison me. Don't miss a single word!" There was no emotion in his voice, but Biluo's body trembled unconsciously.

She looked at Lin Zhiqing, a pained expression on her face: "Miss, you should admit your mistake..."

Biluo used "you" instead of "you" when speaking, which made Lin Zhiqing squint his eyes.

The word "你" has not always existed in ancient times, but is a pronunciation created through northern dialects during the Song and Yuan dynasties.

It wasn't even a respectful title at the beginning, but a nickname similar to "you guys".

Therefore, Lin Zhiqing inferred that this place was at least not from the Song and Yuan dynasties.

In addition, the costumes are not like those from the specific Tang, Song, Yuan, Ming and Qing dynasties, but a mixture of various characteristics...

There are also handicrafts such as tables, chairs and benches, architectural styles, speaking accents, etc.

Lin Zhiqing knew...

This is not ancient China!

Therefore, he could no longer draw upon the historical knowledge from his previous life.

It seems that we still have to deal with it, otherwise it will be difficult to survive this crisis... Lin Zhiqing slowly exhaled, then frowned at Biluo and said:

"Please explain to me the whole story. Why did I poison my cousin?"

"Ah?" Biluo was startled. She felt that the young lady in front of her seemed different from usual. However, she did not think much about it. Instead, she wiped her red eyes.

"Today is your father's death anniversary. Miss, you told me to buy paper money, burn it secretly, and then lock yourself in the room..."

As soon as these words were spoken, before Biluo could finish her words, Lin Congli's expression turned ugly.

The people around started talking about it.

"Your father was a criminal and has been dead for over five years. How dare you burn paper for him? Aren't you trying to bring ruin to our Lin family?"

"Bad luck, really bad luck!"

"My own father committed treason, and as a daughter, I'm not ashamed of it, but I even secretly burned paper for him. It's really like the top beam is crooked and the bottom beam is crooked!"

Lin Zhiqing did not miss the message in these people's words.

Collaboration with the enemy and treason?!
What a serious crime this is...