I live in Beihai Jun Nanhai [Rebirth]

The author has something to say:

Thank you, the little fairy in front of the screen, for reading this book. For a better reading experience, here are a few key points in Chapter 1, so I won’t waste your time with verbosity later:

1. The worldview framework of the full text is very large. The main line is to solve the case + unravel the mystery of the past life. The identity of the character you see at the beginning may not be his final identity. The surprise is the moment when the identity mystery is revealed.

2. There are a lot of poems, dramas and lyrics in the full text. The names of the characters are basically original, and as long as it is written by the protagonist or supporting role, it must be purely original. I will write poems and essays that appear in other places. Indicate the source in the words.

3. Because it was published after the entire book was finished, the entire frame structure is very complete. After entering the main line of [Solving the Case], the whole process is high-energy, basically suspense and excitement one after another, please be prepared for high-energy.

Okay, not much to say, compare your heart.

"Hey, hey! Come and see, come and see, the child prodigy has written a new poem!"

Just after noon, a man ran into a teahouse on the side of the capital street, holding a piece of paper in his hand, waving it excitedly and shouting at the crowd.

"Oh? Hurry up, hurry up, take a look!"

The tea drinkers in the restaurant put down their teacups one after another, kicked away the stools blocking the way, and eagerly gathered around the man with surprised expressions on their faces.

The man proudly walked through the crowd, went to the stage in the hall, jumped up, and waved to the troupe who were babbling and singing: "stop, stop, stop, the new work of the prodigy is here!" Now, whoever has time to listen to your tricks should go away!"

After finishing speaking, he sat down on the side of the table, with his legs hanging down, and carefully unfolded the paper in his hand amidst the crowd.

"The distant mountains are empty and foggy, and the pavilions are in a hurry—"

"When the window raises his hand to draw his eyebrows late, peach blossoms fly into his sleeves—"

Everyone's eyes were fixed on the unfolded paper, and they followed the cloud-like handwriting from top to bottom and read it word by word in a drawn out voice.

"Good poem, good poem!" After reading, one person took the lead and applauded.

"Tsk tsk tsk," another person said in admiration, "this young master of the Ji family really deserves the word child prodigy!"

A person next to him shook his finger and laughed jokingly: "How can he paint such an amazing scene at such a young age? If he is not a romantic boy who comes and goes among flowers in his previous life, I will be the first to not believe it!"

"That's right, this kid must be the reincarnation of a romantic son, otherwise, how could he write such a touching scene of a woman's eyebrow painting at the age of three? I don't know which girl it is, but someone drank Granny Meng." I still miss the soup!"

"Hahahaha..." Everyone laughed.

"Hey, no no no," one of them shook his head meaningfully and waved his hands, "Ji's family is full of famous beauties in the capital, and this kid has been immersed in the beauties all day long since he was born. Maybe he wrote about his few beauties." A sister who looks like a fairy?"

"Nonsense!" One person stared, "When he was born, his four older sisters were already married. How could he see the eyebrows?"

"Oh, that's right!" Everyone suddenly realized.

Then one person waved his hand to the people around him and said, "I mean, you guys are serious too. Why bother who he is writing about? There are thousands of poems and songs in this world. Is it possible that each of them is a real situation? This thing is so expensive. It’s because it was written by a three-year-old child, I said, can your child write poetry when he is three years old? I’m afraid he can’t even draw a bastard!”

The crowd was squeezed out like this, and those with children shrank their necks and said nothing, and only scolded this person sourly in their hearts, which pot would not be opened and which pot would be lifted.

That's a child prodigy!Can my baby compare?

There was a moment of silence, and finally someone with a wink came out to smooth things over: "Hey, let me tell you, what is the comparison? The little prodigy has a talented father who must have spent all day in the sea of ​​books since he was born." In Mo Xiangli, I should have received some edification. Besides, it’s not because of my villainous heart. Has any of you seen a little child prodigy compose poems with your own eyes? Anyway, I haven’t seen it.”

As soon as these words came out, everyone looked at me and I looked at you, obviously none of them had seen it with their own eyes.

There have been a lot of bizarre rumors about this little child prodigy of Ji's family in the past three years, but no one has ever seen Master Ji take him out of the house, not even once.Thinking about it carefully, no one knows whether these poems were written by him.

After talking here, everyone's attention was no longer focused on the poem, and instead they analyzed: "Hey, don't talk about it, I think this matter is probably weird, if he is really a child prodigy, he can reach the sky. Can that one take him away?"

Another person stared and said: "You think that person doesn't want to accept? When the little prodigy was born, the person from Tongtiantai personally gave him a name! Who knows that he was rejected by Master Ji, and I don't know what he thought .”

"Hahaha, it's no wonder that Mr. Ji himself is a great talent. How can someone else do it for his son's name?"

"What do you know? It's a great honor to be named by the Tongtiantai. If that person is willing to give one to my baby, no matter how ugly it sounds, I will still use it!"

One of them laughed badly and said, "That's right, no matter how ugly it sounds, it must be better than your 'Er Zhu', right?"

"Ha ha ha ha……"

Everyone burst into laughter, and changed the topic noisily.

The Ji family they are talking about is a well-known scholarly family in Daluan. Their ancestors have been officials for generations and their family background is deep. However, the current head of the family, Master Ji, has been one of the best talents in Daluan since he was young. He has always refused to become an official.

The first emperor sent people to invite him several times, but he only said that he wanted to travel around the world, and he didn't want to be bound in Beijing.

Until 20 years ago, a girl known as the most beautiful woman in the Northern Territory came to Beijing. She set up a competition in Beijing and said that she would choose the most talented man in Daluan Kingdom as her husband.

At that time, Master Ji, who had disappeared for a long time, suddenly appeared in the capital. He won the first place with a song "Jinghong Fu", married that beauty, and settled down in the capital.

Before giving birth to the little prodigy, Master Ji and that beauty had four daughters, all of whom are ethereal, clever and moving, and they are all good at playing piano, chess, calligraphy and painting.

The first emperor had intentionally chosen his eldest daughter to be a concubine in the palace, but Master Ji didn't want his daughter to marry into the palace, so he tried every means to evade it, and finally had to let it go.

To avoid future troubles, Master Ji betrothed all four of his daughters within a year, and even the seven-year-old youngest daughter was not left behind.That big fanfare toss turned Beijing upside down, and everyone knows it.

Three years ago, the first emperor passed away, and the three-year-old prince ascended the throne. Because the prince was young, the queen mother assisted him.

When the late emperor was there, the queen mother was at most dissatisfied with Master Ji's high-sightedness. Now that she has taken power, she naturally wants to vent her anger on the late emperor's behalf.

The day when the crown prince ascended the throne coincided with Mrs. Ji's fifth childbirth period, the queen mother said that if the Ji family gave birth to a girl this time, she would have to be brought into the palace no matter what.

As a result, the Ji family gave birth to a son this time, which disappointed the Queen Mother and the common people.

Without a good show to watch, the people are naturally not happy, but they haven't been disappointed for a long time, and then there is another news that makes them even more speechless from the mouths of the servants of Ji's mansion - the young master of Ji's family is probably a child prodigy!

Why do you say he is a child prodigy?

According to legend, when he was just born, he didn't cry a word, and his small eyes rolled around, looking at everyone around him.

Wen Po suspected that he was a mute, but just as he raised his hand to slap his butt, he made a face at Wen Po, so frightened that Wen Po almost missed and threw him out, but he squinted and laughed "giggle" .

It's not a big deal, Mr. Ji was so happy with Lin'er, so he naturally wanted to name the child, but when Mr. Ji called out the name to him, he kept shaking his head, as if he was very dissatisfied with the name .

Master Ji thought it was funny, so he asked casually, "You don't like that name?"

Unexpectedly, the child really seemed to understand, and kept nodding.

Master Ji was shocked, and then asked: "Then... When you grow up, how about you come up with a name yourself?"

The child instantly nodded more cheerfully, and grinned.

At this moment, all the members of the Ji Mansion believed that the young master must be a child prodigy, and the servants couldn't control their mouths, so they spread the word out one after another.

At first, the people in Beijing did not believe it.

How can there be such an anecdote in this world?Can a newborn understand human language?

But after a few months, no one questioned this anymore, because this young man was able to talk to people intermittently when he just had his teeth, and even told Mr. Ji that the name he gave himself was Qing Lin.

After that, things get even weirder.

Ji Qinglin was able to write when he was two years old, but when he was two and a half years old, he wrote poems by himself.

Poems flowed out of Ji's mansion one after another, and not long after, the whole capital knew the legend of this little son of Ji's family. The name of this "child prodigy" was actually more resounding than his real name.

……

On this day, in Jifu's room.

"Young master! It's sold again!"

Yin Luo slammed open the door with an elbow, carried a heavy cloth bag to the desk and sat down beside the case with a happy face, shaking Ji Qinglin's arm desperately and shouted.

Ji Qinglin leaned on the desk and was drowsy, but was startled by Yin Gong's loud voice and sat up in a daze. She still felt that the roof was shaken by her footsteps and dust rustled down. .

Seeing that his eyes were dull and blurred, Yin Luo leaned close to his ear and shouted in a drawn out voice, "Master! Did you hear me—!"

"Shh-"

Ji Qinglin stretched out his fingers and made a silent gesture around his mouth, threatening her: "What are you shouting for? I'll be overheard by dad in a while, and I'll confiscate all the money from you, so that you can get carried away!"

"Oh!" Yin Luo hurriedly covered his mouth, blinked his eyes, put down his hand with a smile after a while, pulled open the cloth bag and said in a low voice, "Don't shout, don't shout, son, look quickly."

Ji Qinglin lowered his head and glanced, the cloth bag was full of gold ingots, full of gold ingots, so dazzling.

Ji Qinglin smiled indifferently, nodded and waved his hands: "Okay, you can keep a few more for yourself, and share the rest with them."

Yin Luo's face was full of smiles, his eyes were narrowed into two slits, and he grinned and nodded: "Got it, let me thank you for them first!"

After speaking, he fastened the pocket again, hugged it in his arms, stood up and jumped out happily.

Looking at the back of Yin Luo going away, Ji Qinglin stretched out his hand and rubbed the corners of his eyes, he was no longer sleepy, he simply propped his head up, biting the pen holder in boredom, and recalled randomly.

three years ago.

When Ji Qinglin woke up, he found that he was in the darkness, he couldn't hear anything, he couldn't see anything, and he couldn't even feel his body.

In such chaos, apart from consciousness, there is almost nothing that can be used.

Soon, he vaguely remembered something.

He seems to be dead.