Tang Dynasty detective

Zhen Ziyu told Di Jinghong, "Don't say a single word of what I told you today."

Di Jinghong swears to the sky, "I won't say a word. I know that these things are not only related to your innocence, but also related to your and Wei Luo's wealth and life." Zhen Ziyu was able to tell him the secret in his heart , representing absolute trust in him, Di Jinghong's hanging heart finally stabilized a little.

No matter whether Zhen Ziyu came from thousands of years ago or ten thousand years ago, as long as it is Zhen Ziyu who treats him wholeheartedly, Di Jinghong doesn't really care.

Di Jinghong asked, "How do we find that spy?"

Yen Ziyu said: "We will discuss it after August. The following period will be chaotic. If Guanlan can avoid suspicion, avoid suspicion, especially the Chang'an case, it is best not to accept it. What about you~"

Di Jinghong said: "Unless it is absolutely necessary, I will never go down the mountain and accompany you."

"With you?"

"Ziyu, don't be angry with me."

"It's getting dark, go back and face the wall and reflect on yourself."

"I will live here from now on."

"You have a thick skin."

"What kind of thick-skinned am I? If I did something wrong, don't I have to make amends?"

Di Jinghong made up his mind to live in the hut.According to Di Jinghong, he built the house himself, so he has the right to use it. He decided to use the house from now on and practice exercises every day.If Zhen Ziyu disagrees, he can consider living outside the house. After all, it is Guanlan who is punishing Zhen Ziyu in name. Although he is a prison supervisor, he will not be able to be the director of the dean.

Yen Ziyu didn't make a fuss, as if the person being bullied was not himself, he agreed that he could stay.

Yen Ziyu never wastes time on meaningless things.

Since you like this person, since you know you can't let go, you might as well forgive him and give him a chance. Giving him a chance is also the last chance you will give yourself.Everything has a bottom line, and Yen Ziyu's bottom line is in his own heart.

Di Jinghong saw what Zhen Ziyu meant, and he paid more attention to and respected him. He knew that Zhen Ziyu had forgiven him. This forgiveness seemed easy, but it was his self-persuasion in the past three months. Jinghong knew in his heart that if there was a next time, Ziyu would not forgive him so easily, and perhaps he would never forgive him again, so Di Jinghong cherished this lost and regained feeling even more.

The two of them regarded the hut as a paradise, and started a leisurely life like hunters in the wilderness. Di Jinghong would catch fish and hunt every day when he got up early, which was also part of his refined skills. The prey is skinned and eaten. Although both of them feel that the next winter may not be spent in the hut, they still carefully dry the fur and store it for the winter.

One day.

The two drank fish soup and ate roast pheasant.Di Jinghong was willing to hold a chicken bone, and said: "It's actually pretty good to live like this, I don't even want to go down the mountain."

Looking at the chicken bones and fish bones on the table, Zhen Ziyu couldn't help but sigh that Di Jinghong is getting more and more delicious, "Me too, I don't want to go down the mountain anymore, but we still have things to do. Counting the days, the new emperor will ascend the throne again." gone."

Di Jinghong leaned back on the rattan chair, squinted his eyes, touched his belly, and said, "He's on his foundation, let's hunt ours." He weighed these words in his heart for several days, and finally had the opportunity to say After coming out, "Ziyu, let's not go down the mountain, why don't we stay here forever?" News came from the foot of the mountain that the New Deal has come to an end, and what Yen Ziyu said has been fulfilled, he doesn't need to prove himself any more. .

Zhen Ziyu munched a chicken leg in a gentle manner, but did not answer.Di Jinghong gave him two chicken legs, but he ate slowly, the whole chicken had already gone in, and he only chewed half of a chicken leg.

Di Jinghong waited for a while, but there was no sound.He leaned over to look at Yen Ziyu, Yen Ziyu was squeezing a piece of chicken muscle and putting it into his mouth.He shook his head and said: "Ziyu, there are no outsiders here, can you eat faster, the chicken is already cold, eat it to your heart's content, didn't I teach you?" Well, Di Jinghong teaches every day and sets an example, and then , and nothing works.Yen Ziyu still chewed slowly.

Zhen Ziyu didn't listen to his tricks. Zhen Ziyu was originally a gentleman, and he was used to it since he was a child. Besides, Di Jinghong is not a human being. How can he say that there are no outsiders? Di Jinghong is not only a human being, but also him. The person who needs to pay attention to his image the most, Yen Ziyu doesn't want to destroy his good image.

Yen Ziyu said: "Anyway, there is plenty of time, so what's the rush for a meal?"

Di Jinghong smiled and said: "Yes, anyway, we have plenty of time, you eat slowly, sleep with me after eating, and I will tell you the story that I didn't finish last night."

"I won't listen." Yen Ziyu resolutely refused, because Di Jinghong said that his story can only be told by hugging, and it is not enough to just hug. He is also particular about the series of movements and postures, saying that only two people can blend their movements together. Empathy.Yen Ziyu couldn't stand it, his so-called blending of movements was too shameful, so he shouldn't be deceived again. Bad people have bad intentions for 1000 years, and they won't become better just because they are a thousand years younger.

Di Jinghong grabbed his hand, "Listen, listen, don't you want to know the result?"

Yen Ziyu couldn't eat any more chicken legs, so he put it on the plate, sighed, and complained to Di Jinghong, "You don't finish every time, you are doing it on purpose."

Di Jinghong laughed and said, "It's not that I didn't finish the story on purpose, it's because the story is too long. You see, we've been telling it for 1000 years, and we still can't finish it."

Zhen Ziyu clasped his hands and looked at Di Jinghong warily, his dark eyelashes flickered, and he raised his jaw like a proud deer, "Speak now, and I will take a nap with you at the end of the speech."

Di Jinghong leaned forward and lifted his chin, saying: "After eating, go to bed after eating."

Zhen Ziyu gently pushed Di Jinghong away with two fingers, and wiped his hands politely, "I can't clean it, I want to go out and wash it."

Di Jinghong arrested him and said, "Where did you go? If you go, you can't come back. Don't go."

"Well, Di Jinghong, you are a bully, and you are not allowed to wash your hands."

"No."

"Is it really okay for you to be like this all day?"

"How is my day?"

"White | Japanese | Propaganda | Prostitution."

"I just want to tell a story, since you said it, why not~"

"Someone."

"It doesn't matter if there are gods, I must."

"Jinghong, there is someone."

Di Jinghong was taken aback suddenly, there seemed to be real movement outside the house, he protected Zhen Ziyu behind him, "I'll go out and have a look."

Di Jinghong came out of the window, there was nothing outside the window, only the wind blowing a few animal skins under the window.

Di Jinghong turned to go back to the house, when suddenly a shadow flashed by the door.

It's him?

Di Jinghong was looking for this figure, yes, it looked very much like Yen Ziyu.Dare to find this place, "Zhengchou can't find you, stop." Di Jinghong shouted, and followed the figure all the way to the top of the mountain.

The figure moved so fast that Di Jinghong could only see a wisp of green smoke drifting by. It was definitely not a ghost in broad daylight, and it was really rare for people to run so fast.

Di Jinghong's Lingyun footwork has reached the third stage, which is much better than half a year ago. He failed to catch up with anyone half a year ago. This time he gritted his teeth and wanted to catch up to see what happened.

The figure was fast and slow, and he didn't seem to be afraid of him. The two kept a distance of more than a hundred steps. The shadow kept running towards the highest point of the mountain, and Di Jinghong followed closely behind him.

The two ran to the top of the mountain one after the other, and suddenly, the man stopped on the edge of the cliff. Di Jinghong chased after him panting. The distance between the two was only four or five steps. who is it.

Di Jinghong stabilized his figure and said: "In broad daylight, pretending to be a ghost, courting death."

When the other party spoke, the voice sounded like a woman's, "During the daytime, you're free and happy."

Di Jinghong snorted, "Mind your own business." He drew out his sword very quickly, hitting the opponent's vitals directly.

The other party also used a sword, moreover, the sword used was exactly the same as Yen Ziyu's Nian Jiu, even the sword was prepared, and the plan was deep enough.Di Jinghong's trick is to defeat the enemy, he must see who it is.

The two fought for four or five rounds. Di Jinghong was still able to parry, but he couldn't tell what martial art the opponent came from. He used a few fierce moves, trying to force the opponent to submit, but he didn't expect that person to be cornered. , Straight back to the edge of the cliff, one foot has already stepped off the cliff.

Di Jinghong raised his hand and shouted, "No." Then he said bluntly, "You have no grudges with me in the past, and you have no grudges in recent days, why are you an enemy to me?"

The man didn't answer.

Di Jinghong said again: "No, if you are loyal to me, Guanlan, all previous accounts will be written off, and I will take good care of you and your family."

The man seemed to be laughing.The laughter was sharp.

Di Jinghong knew that there was no agreement.

If you can't reach an agreement, you will fight.

As soon as he made a move, the other party jumped forward and jumped into the cliff. Di Jinghong chased to the edge of the cliff and dragged a corner of his clothes.

Di Jinghong saw the shadow falling from the edge of the cliff, and fell into the green tent of the abyss.Di Jinghong hesitated for a moment, then jumped down.

Di Jinghong was very familiar with the terrain in the mountains. He knew that there were bushes and double streams going down here, and no one would die. He didn't expect that after he went down, there was a deep pool, and no one could die. The water in the pool was bottomless and the current was fast. Like a waterfall, Di Jinghong was slapped by the water and couldn't control it, so he could only let the torrent wash and roll downstream.

When Di Jinghong woke up, his body was covered with scars.

He opened his eyelids, Liu Boen was standing in front of his bed.

Liu Boen happily turned around and said, "He's awake." A circle of people surrounded the bed, including Miao Yan, Feng Anran, Mo Zhiqiu, Liu Boen, Zhang Yuqing and others.

Di Jinghong turned his strained eyeballs, tried to lift his arms but failed to lift them, and tried to move his legs, but he seemed to have lost all feeling in his thighs.

Miao Yan held him down and said, "Don't move around, your arms and legs are broken."

The rest of the people looked at Di Jinghong sympathetically, and even Mo Zhiqiu, who usually taunts him the most, seemed to be comforting him.

Di Jinghong said, "Is Ziyu alright?"

Miao Yan frowned.

Everyone was silent.

Di Jinghong was in a hurry, before he could speak again, Feng Anran said: "Get your life back, don't be impatient, rest first."

Mo Zhiqiu said: "Feng Anran, what do you mean, isn't that child already?"

Feng Anran waved his hand, signaling them to go out first.

After everyone quit, Di Jinghong hurriedly asked again, "Is Ziyu okay?"

Feng Anran said: "Yen Ziyu is missing."