Self-help guide for non-professional young masters

Xiao Beicheng was offended, this gentleman knew he was wrong.Comparing your heart to your heart, if the other party pretended to be dead for three years and then came back as if nothing had happened, maybe he would have already raised a knife and fought desperately with others.

Although he didn't talk about his guilt, he still couldn't let it go. He felt sorry for Xiao Beicheng, who had been his widow for three years, from the bottom of his heart, so he went to that person with a shameless face, and put on a humble gesture of begging for mercy.

When he returned to the post house, he didn't even have time to wash off the blood on his face, so he went to the room to look for Xiao Beicheng, but he was in vain. Through the transom of the room, I saw the man sitting in front of the court, staring blankly at the cigarette.

He limped in front of the man, rubbed his nose, and considered how to speak.

It has to be admitted that the reunion with Xiao Beicheng in Jiangling was unexpected for him, he was indeed hit by the evil trick of human teeth and lost his mind, but it would be false to say that he did not pretend to be dead for this reason at all.

Now that retribution is coming, it is time for him to wake up.

He clenched his hands wrapped in cloth strips, the wound was torn, and blood beads slipped out of his fingers one by one.

Xiao Beicheng sighed, put down the cigarette rod and held his hand, Jun Ziyou knelt down in front of him, leaned his forehead against his knee, and rubbed it lightly.

"My lord, I..."

"You're right, let the past be the past, and I don't want to delve into it too much, as long as you come back. Don't leave when you come back this time."

He stroked Jun Ziyou's chin, causing him to look up and meet his gaze.

At this moment, both of them were in a state of post-war depression, Xiao Beicheng hesitated, tentatively hugged him in his arms, and rubbed his head, just like before.

"It's good to be back, it's good to be back..."

He was muttering to himself, but suddenly felt his arms sink.

It turned out that the gentleman was overwhelmed by the medicine and passed out again.It's just that this time is different from the past, there are smiles on the lips and the corners of the eyes, which shows that he has been looking forward to this reunion for a long time.

"You idiot... If you provoke such affection, how can I hate you..."

Thinking that he was still wearing a thin inner coat, Xiao Beicheng took off his coat and wrapped him tightly. He wanted to carry him back to the room, but when he got up, he found a stabbing pain in his waist. I made a gash three inches long, and blood was still oozing out, so I really couldn't use my strength.

Just at this moment, Shen Ci rushed back, seeing the scene, he supported the man with a wink, he pushed aside his clothes a little and saw the wound, he couldn't help but gasped.

"My lord, your injury..."

"It's okay, remember not to say anything. Send Ziyou back later, and ask Dr. Jiang to come to my royal room. Don't attract attention."

Seeing Shen Ci's troubled face, Xiao Beicheng said in a cold tone, "Did you hear that, don't procrastinate, go!"

Shen Ci had no choice but to help send Junziyou back to the room, complaining in his mouth: "What happened when I came to Jiangling? My husband was seriously ill, the housekeeper was injured, and even the prince died. How can I explain to the eldest princess..."

When Jiang Yanqing heard the news and rushed over, Xiao Beicheng had already taken off all his dirty clothes, and fell into the tub with closed eyes and rested his mind.

He approached lightly, always feeling that something was wrong. After dipping his fingertips in the bath soup, he realized that this man was bathed in cold water in such a cold day. The clear water had been stained red with blood, and even the man The hands that were grasping the edge of the tub were also bruised and trembling slightly.

"My lord, you..."

Xiao Beicheng frowned, let out a trembling breath, opened only one eye, and said with some tiredness after the battle: "...It hurts badly, but you don't want to say anything, wash off this king's body Blood stained, help me up again."

Good guy, he is a ruthless person who wants to face and not die.

At this time, it would be nonsense to tell the wound not to get wet, and it would be soaked, so he had to be fished out.

Jiang Yanqing draped the towel over Xiao Beicheng's shoulders before helping him to get up slowly.The man kept gritting his teeth and refused to groan, presumably because he was afraid of people worrying and seeing his jokes.

Seeing the bone-deep wound on his waist, Jiang Yanqing couldn't help empathizing, and grinned in pain.

"My lord, how can you endure this injury?"

"Just now when I returned to the post house, I felt dizzy for a moment. I leaned against the door to rest for a while. When I came back to my senses, there were already many wounds... The people in the post house are unreliable. We must close this case as soon as possible to avoid long nights and dreams."

Dare to sneak attack King Jin in broad daylight, what kind of group of desperadoes is this?

Knowing that it would be useless to persuade him to return to Beijing immediately, Jiang Yanqing simply saved his tongue and used needles and threads to concentrate on suturing his wound.

Ever since he arrived in Jiangling, he had deliberately avoided being alone with Xiao Beicheng, fearing that he would suddenly bring up the matter of Jun Ziyou's fraudulent death, and he would have no way of parrying it.

You can hide from the first day of the junior high school, but you can't hide from the fifteenth day. What should come is still here.

Xiao Beicheng smoked and endured the pain, and in order to distract his attention, he seemed to inadvertently mention: "How is Ziyou's illness?"

Jiang Yanqing knew that he was turning a corner and brought up the events of the year, feeling helpless, sighed and replied: "It's all because of medicine, I never recovered."

"In other words..."

"In the Suyun Temple back then, I just used some means to make him appear to be in a state of suspended animation. In fact, his illness and symptoms are real."

Xiao Hei didn't know when he got in through the crack of the door, jumped onto the edge of the bed, and sniffed and sniffed near Xiao Beicheng's wound.

Jiang Yanqing felt that it was in the way, so he waved his hands to drive it away. The cat lost his temper, and the cat frowned and stretched out its claws, leaving four bloodstains on the back of his hand. After making a mistake, he jumped into Xiao Beicheng's arms again , The blue eyes stared at Doctor Jiang intently across the man's body, making the latter feel helpless.

"The cat fights against others..."

"At that time, the king felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't stand the stimulation. For a while, he didn't expect that his mother would be bedridden two or three months before her death. She couldn't hold a pen, and couldn't speak. There are no last words. This king watched his mother die, and she was in a coma at that time, completely unconscious, not the slightest resemblance to his reaction before dying."

"So the prince has long suspected that Mr. is a fake death?"

Xiao Beicheng shook his head, "Yu Qing watched him go with his own eyes, and he turned into a handful of ashes in the end. This king always thought that it couldn't be faked."

"No, Steward Liu didn't see the scene of burning the body. He couldn't bear to see the old man leave, and he leaned on his lower shoulder the whole time. And Shen Ci was very superstitious, and he was very scared at that time, so he hid in Jiang Shaoqing Behind him, he didn't even dare to take a look, only to finally catch a glimpse of the remaining pile of ashes."

"It turns out that human bones cannot be burned to ashes by fire. All cremations burn the bones to a crisp and then smash them to pieces with a hammer. You chose a soft-hearted and timid person to witness, that is Is this the purpose?"

Xiao Beicheng exhaled the smoke, turned his head slowly, and looked directly at the guilty Jiang Yanqing, who shrugged and smiled, "I'm at most an accomplice, if you want to blame the prince, you have to blame your family, don't use this Look at me."

The man snorted coldly. After the wound was treated, Shenci also finished his work. He brought in a clean bandage and a new set of crow blue clothes. The waiter changed into it, and whispered: "My lord, Master Wen is kneeling outside."

"He? Have nothing to do?"

"It's not that the prince was in danger in Jiangling, he felt very sorry, and came to plead guilty..."

"What a guilty plea, let's go, go out and have a look."

Otherwise, how would Jiang Yanqing admire Xiao Beicheng for being a ruthless person, not to mention being able to run around with injuries like that, and still make people not see the slightest difference, ordinary people can't do it, and he is half a fairy.

Seeing that the King Jin was not injured, Wen Chu felt relieved for the most part. He first admitted the two serious crimes of his ineffective supervision and inattentive protection, and raised his hand to vent his hatred on the prince.

Anyone who has a little bit of human touch knows that the matter of being in distress has nothing to do with the Jiangling government, and will persuade people to stop and think about it.But Xiao Beicheng was different from others, seeing Wen Chu's slap was about to fall on his face, he didn't stop, which seemed to be a good show.

The latter also regretted his life, stopped his hands, and looked at the man with aggrieved eyes.

"My lord, you haven't calmed down yet, you really need to be beaten into a pig's head..."

"You can't take it after these two blows?"

"This... Xiaguan, Xiaguan is a civil servant, honestly, I have never suffered from flesh and blood, so please forgive me, my lord..."

"You are also a literati, you are also honest, and you have never suffered. You go upstairs now and see how my housekeeper of Prince Jin's Mansion was beaten! It was so cold that only a thin coat was left. Stuffed in the coffin and almost suffocated to death! Not only suffered trauma, but was almost humiliated! How will you pay for it!"

Wen Chu knew that the one who was killed this time was King Jin's confidant, and if he didn't give an explanation, he must be unable to protect himself, so he quickly took the tea and beat Xiao Beicheng's leg like a dog's leg.

"Xiaguan interrogated Lan Qing and got a very important clue from her, which will be an opportunity to solve the mystery of the case. Calm down and let Xiaguan finish speaking. If you still want to see Xiaguan If it is not pleasing to the eye, then the lower official will lie flat and let you beat him, do you think this will work?"

What he said was somewhat human, Xiao Beicheng closed his eyes and snorted coldly, took the teacup in his hand, and took a sip as a way of showing him face.

Wen Chu took the opportunity to go up, rubbed his hands together, and got closer.However, Xiao Beicheng disliked him, so he raised his leg to push him one step away, and kicked him out.

"Just say it there, don't touch your hands."

"Okay, lord, let me just say it. Yesterday you hurried away with someone, and I went to interrogate Lan Qing. At first she refused to plead guilty, but later I got a certificate She showed it to her, and suddenly she changed her mind and confessed to her crime."

As he spoke, Wen Chu took out a cloth bag from his wide sleeve, unwrapped it, and looked at it. It was a silver longevity lock. It looked old, and the surface was covered with scratches. Judging by the luster, it was not a valuable item. .

Wen Chu said again: "The officials found out that as early as seven years ago, Lan Qing gave birth to a boy. She is a maiko in the music and dance workshop, and she can't tell who the father of the child is. This child threatened her to continue to contribute to the music and dance workshop, but in fact secretly sold the child to a local wealthy family in Jiangling."

"Seven years..."

Xiao Beicheng held the cigarette rod in his hand, and rhythmically tapped the table, making a crisp sound. He closed his eyes and meditated, and suddenly thought of another case, a thin layer of sweat broke out in his palm, and his face became even paler.

Could it be that this child is...

The author has something to say: let’s guess what these seven years represent!

Thank you for reading the text, the little cute duck~