仵作daily [traveling]

Du Si originally thought that it would take some time to enter the palace, but he never thought that when he reported his fame, the guards outside the gate immediately let him in.

The palace is full of beautiful scenery. The mansion is surrounded by green trees, birds are contending, pavilions and pavilions block the great light, and the colorful lights and shadows are intertwined on the ground, which is very gorgeous. Although it is not as gorgeous as Yunzhou, it is more majestic. Du Si He sighed secretly in his heart, his eyes could not help but stick to the construction of the palace, there were obvious traces of repairs in many places, he remembered that the Yongwang Palace had been framed by thieves and set it on fire maliciously, looking at these luxurious decorations, he no longer felt envious.

"The prince often instructs his servants these days that if Mr. Du comes, he must be respectfully brought to the palace." A maid brought Du Si into the main hall.

Du Si rectified his mood and was ready to welcome the person whom he put on top of his heart, but after waiting for a long time, there was no movement in the front yard. Du Si took out the wooden sign from his bosom and looked at it for a while, but still did not see Duan Jingheng's name. Figure, he yawned, trying to pull himself together, these days Dusi almost spent on horseback, if he stopped for a while, his body would be very sleepy.

The foreground became more and more blurred, Du Si opened and closed his upper and lower eyelids back and forth, and he was left alone, leaning on the chair like a boneless body, and soon fell asleep.

In the dream, it seemed that someone was trying to wake him up, but Du Si was too tired to wake him up. When the sun was setting, Du Si woke up leisurely, and there was the sound of paper rubbing beside him. When he looked up, it was Duan Jingheng who was looking up some books At this time, a few rays of the setting sun poured down outside the window, falling on his lowered eyebrows and eyes. I don't know if it was because the light was too warm, but Duan Jingheng's eyes were extremely gentle. Seeing Du Si woke up, Duan Jingheng looked straight at him. A pair of pupils that seemed to be full of spring water seemed to drown Du Si in it, making it difficult for him to breathe.

"I..." Du Si just moved his head, and the next moment his neck hurt immediately.

"I wanted to tell you to sleep elsewhere." Duan Jingheng put down the book in his hand, walked behind Du Si and rubbed his neck, "You can't wake up no matter how you scream, I can't do anything about it."

Duan Jingheng's tone was somewhat innocent, Du Si glanced at him quietly, and was blinded by the beauty of the prosperous age without accident, he felt a little relieved, Duan Jingheng came to serve him, the pain in his neck was really worth it up.

The two chatted for a while, but Du Si didn't get any big gains. In the same way, Duan Jingheng's group of people chasing Zhou Hongyi lost their clues halfway, so they had to find out Yun Mi and Dali Temple Minister Yuan Decai. trace.

"By the way, I forgot to tell you one thing." Duan Jingheng stopped his hands and said seriously.

Seeing his appearance, Du Si knew what he wanted to say without much effort.

At this time, there was a sound of footsteps outside the door, one of them was walking heavily and clearly, Duan Jingheng's expression moved slightly, he turned around and opened the door to greet him, followed by Du Si, his face was extremely calm, but his heart was extremely disturbed, In a sense, this is the first time he has met the parents of the other party in the name of a lover, and it is impossible to say that he is not nervous.

Two people came slowly. The man at the head was tall, burly, and very heroic. He was dressed in a black outfit, and his every move showed a murderous aura. If you look closely at his face, he is quite similar to Duan Jingheng. Very similar, the brows of the two are filled with the same indifference, according to others thousands of miles away.

This man must be the rumored Duan Xiujin, Du Si secretly thought, but when he was inspected by Duan Xiujin's oppressive eyes, he still couldn't help sweating.

"Father, you're back." Duan Jingheng said loudly.

Duan Xiujin nodded. The father and son were very familiar with each other. It must have been a while since his father came back. At this time, the man who was walking with Duan Xiujin stood a little forward. Du Si saw it and almost cried out.

He is usually very calm, but this person in front of him almost broke his merits, this person is not someone else, it is the young master who Du Si came to Yongzhou to see this morning.

Coincidentally, Duan Jingheng has already started to introduce him.

"Father, this is mine..." Duan Jingheng's eyes lit up, his joy was clearly seen by the two people in front of him, his voice was a little low, containing some imperceptible expectations.

Before those three words could be uttered, Du Si opened his mouth impressively.

"Uncle, I have known Prince Duan for a long time." Du Si bowed slightly, and then added, "My name is Du Si, and I come from Longhua, Xuzhou."

As soon as these words came out, the expressions of Duan Xiujin and the man changed slightly, and Du Si became more certain that the identity of this young master must not be simple, and the piece of jade with complicated styles must be real.

It was rare for Duan Jingheng to be forced. He frowned and turned to look at Du Si. Their eyes met. Seeing Du Si's very firm eyes, Duan Jingheng spoke again.

"Daddy, he's my friend."

But Duan Xiujin was not so easy to fool, he glared at Duan Jingheng, and quickly hugged Du Sire, as expected, everyone knew each other, Du Si found the right time, and inserted it appropriately.

"Uncle, I don't know who is beside you..."

"He is my best friend's child, you can call him Jiongji." Duan Xiujin smiled, Jiongji Chaodusi nodded, and said gracefully, "I met you this morning, you and I are destined. "

"How could I have thought that seeing brother Jiong here is unpredictable." Du Si laughed.

They mingled with each other and ate to their heart's content. In the evening, Duan Jingheng placed Du Si in the opposite door of his bedroom. As soon as the lights in the palace went out, Du Si's door rang.

He stood up and opened the door, and a graceful figure rushed towards him immediately, and then he relaxed a little after hugging Du Si forcefully.

"Duan Jingheng?" Du Si asked puzzled, "Why don't you go to sleep?"

"I can't sleep." Duan Jingheng was upright and confident, rather complaining about Du Si, "Why are you obstructing me today, tell me early, and the relationship between you and me will be fair."

Du Si was a little funny, Duan Jingheng held his face with both hands, his eyes hidden in the darkness seemed to contain thousands of stars.

"What are you laughing at?" He was a little annoyed.

"The person next to your father is unknown, and I'm worried that he has other plans." Du Si explained, "There are so many opportunities, are we going to keep it from your father forever?"

Du Si rested his head on Duan Jingheng's forehead, the tip of their noses intertwined, and the occasional skin that touched each other was a bit cool at night. Du Si's eyes were full of smiles, and there seemed to be no distance between Duan Jingheng's eyes.

"Jing Heng, I want your father to know about our relationship more than anyone else."

In Du Si's eyes, Duan Jingheng's face was obviously red. While he was in a daze, Du Si raised his head slightly, and gently pressed his lips on Duan Jingheng's lips.

There are also precedents of men and women falling in love in this world, but there are three kinds of unfilial piety, the greatest is no heir, same-sex love is still controversial, and there are very few of them. Judging from Duan Xiujin's appearance, Du Si guessed that he would definitely not agree to this matter easily.

It is very difficult for the other party to compromise the love between his son and the man, but this time, Du Si didn't want to give in. He opened his eyes and focused on the person in front of him.

He likes Duan Jingheng, no matter what the ending is, he will fight hard.

"Du Si..." At the moment of gasping for breath, Duan Jingheng whispered a few times, and then bullied him again.

The embraced arms of the two gradually tightened. Du Si raised his head and gradually deepened the kiss. The sky was full of stars and a bright moon was shining in the sky.

For several days in succession, Jiongji and Du Si often went out to play, Duan Xiujin seemed to be accompanied by some important business, and disappeared all day long. Because his father was still alive, Duan Jingheng's expression was slightly relaxed, causing many men and women to stare at him.

Jiongjidao himself was born in a family of officials and officials, but because some thieves wanted to harm him, he escaped from the capital with Duan Xiujin. You can guess with your toes that the thief must be Zhou Hongyi, and Jiongji's true identity is really curious to be able to walk with the rumored dead Duan Xiujin.

Du Si figured out how many times the reminders were written in the handbook, and suddenly asked Jiongji, "Brother Jiong, have you ever been to Yunzhou?"

Jiongji looked slightly startled, and quickly realized.

"Passing by a few times doesn't count as having actually been there."

"I saw that Brother Jiong knew Yunzhou very well, so I thought you had been there, but I was wrong." Du Si said sarcastically.

"Only read a few books."

Jiongji seems to be warm and cheerful, but in fact he is cautious. Dusi tried a few times and found that this person's words and deeds are different, and his scheming is different from ordinary people. The two have fled together for many years, no matter how poor his character is, he will develop some affection, Du Si watched from afar, he only wants to find the tombs of Du Heng and Du Yongqiu, if he can bring down Zhou Hongyi and others It couldn't be better, but to achieve this goal, he couldn't get out after it was done.

As for the wooden plaque, Duan Jingheng clearly told Du Si that it was used by the imperial palace to verify his identity. It was written with Qi characters, and it should be a palace servant who served the concubine, but Duan Jingheng had never entered the palace since a long time ago. , Du Si asked him about this matter, but Duan Jingheng was rarely silent. At this time, he often looked at Duan Xiujin with a lot of sadness.

Just when Du Si was at a loss, the right minister Zhong Yuanqing came to Yongzhou suddenly to discuss important matters with Duan Xiujin and others. This was a great opportunity for him. He found a gap to talk to Zhong Yuanqing and asked He assisted himself into the palace.

"I can help you, but you must agree to one condition first." Zhong Yuanqing said meaningfully.

Du Sisi and Du Yongqiu's haggard face immediately agreed.

"No matter what you know or what you want to gain from it, it has nothing to do with me, but after I send you into the palace, you have to leave here and return to Longhua."

Zhong Yuanqing's eyes were gloomy, and he pressed on every step of the way, leaving no way for him to retreat.

"And from now on, you are not allowed to step outside Xuzhou."

Du Si thought for a while, then suddenly said, "I don't know where my father is buried, can your lord help me?"

"Every Qingming, I will offer incense to Du Yongqiu on your behalf." Zhong Yuanqing nodded and said in a deep voice.

Du Si thanked Zhong Yuanqing, turned and left, Zhong Yuanqing watched his figure pass the street corner, and suddenly let out a long sigh.

After a few days, Du Si never talked about this matter with anyone. On the day Zhong Yuanqing picked him up, Du Si packed his luggage, left a letter on the table, and left without looking back.

I hope Duan Jingheng will not worry about his safety when he sees those papers.

Du Si sat in the car, rubbing the wooden sign repeatedly in his hand, and a group led by Zhong Yuanqing quietly left Yunzhou and drove straight to the capital.

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