Self-help guide for non-professional young masters

Hearing this faint cry, Xiao Beicheng didn't take it to heart, thinking about how many graves were hidden in this barren hill, maybe it was some bereaved junior who came to cry for the graves.

However, when encountering this kind of thing, I always feel unlucky. Seeing Jun Ziyou's face is determined, and he really found traces of his father's revival in the crying, Xiao Beicheng felt sympathetic, sighed, and asked: " Is there anyone else buried in this mountain?"

The original intention was to let Junziyou understand, but unexpectedly the man replied: "No, it's just our family, you - didn't you see other graves on the way up the mountain?"

No wonder he was convinced of it.

"Perhaps some people have been buried in the past few years when you were away. If you are worried, go and have a look."

Now the crying had stopped, Jun Ziyou reacted slowly, and then remembered that he didn't believe in ghosts and gods.His father has been gone for so many years, and he should have been reincarnated long ago, how could he have the time to show him a ghost?

He wiped away his tears, nodded, and followed Xiao Beicheng to find the source of the sound. On the way, he made a note of the location, which was to the northeast of his ancestral grave, for fear that if he got lost, he would never come back. up.

But here - everything you can see on the road is a piece of desolation, not to mention living people, there is not even a grave mound, and the weeds grow unevenly, and there is no sign that anyone has passed by recently.

"I said, my lord, could it be that the two of us heard it wrong, but it might actually be some strange bird's chirping sound..."

Before he finished asking, Jun Ziyou felt his wrist being pulled and took a step back. Seeing Xiao Beicheng staring up at something in a daze, he looked over at something, but he almost scared himself out of breath go.

Not far away in the forest is a tall tree branch with a rope, and a heavy object hanging from the other end, which looks like a human being.

Jun Ziyou was only stunned for a moment, he raised his leg and wanted to rush up to save others, but he was dragged back after only a few steps away.

Xiao Beicheng said: "Look clearly, the person is no longer moving, and he is hopeless. The wind blows and shakes. It can be seen that the moisture in the body has been lost. It takes three or two months to die to become like this."

It is already too late to save people at this time, rushing forward will only destroy the remains and the scene. , I am afraid that it has been annihilated by time.

The gentleman swallowed his saliva, obviously very nervous, and looked at Xiao Beicheng timidly, thinking that he would show mercy and give this old man who had died for a long time a chance to clean up his grievances, but he didn't even bother to see it Take a look, turn around and leave.

"My lord!"

"Why, do you want to meddle in your own business again? Haven't you suffered enough before?"

"What happened near my family's ancestral grave is considered fate, so it's not easy to just sit back and ignore it."

The man dragged him in front of him with a disdainful face that wanted to be reasonable but found it bothersome, "Don't attribute everything to fate, I don't want to be confused with such back-to-back ideas. remember!"

After hearing this irresistible tone, Junziyou just nodded in a daze.

Xiao Beicheng said again: "Also, look at the weather now, if you don't rush down the mountain, you don't have to go back today, you can either spend the night here with the unknown hero you met on a narrow road, or go back to the ancestral grave and let your family The ancestors and the ancestors bless you to keep ghosts away from you, so you can choose for yourself."

"This side is accompanied by only one person, but there are several people over there... I like lively places."

"It's really lively, and maybe we can even play a mahjong table. This - night will definitely not be boring."

It was already late when they said this, the winter night in the mountains always came very early, and a little sunset could still be seen in the sky when they spoke, but when they returned to Jun's ancestral grave, the sky had completely darkened.

The mountain road is rugged and intricate, Xiao Beicheng, who only walked once, couldn't find the way back, and after night fell, Junziyou's reaction was not normal, from walking in the front to lead him the way, he gradually slowed down, It became a cowardly virtue to dare to take small steps while holding his hand tightly behind his back.

Xiao Beicheng felt something was wrong, "Ziyou, are you afraid?"

"No, no."

"Then you are..."

"To be honest, my lord, during the three years since I left Beijing, I have had a lot of problems, - I can't see things at night, just one of them -."

Hearing his words, Xiao Beicheng stopped, raised his hand and shook it in front of him, but there was no response.

"How could this be?"

"It's not a serious illness. The doctor said that I have been ill for a long time, I can hardly eat, and my body is not well nourished, so I have such a problem. It's not a problem. From now on, I will be with you at night— You won’t run around, it’s very safe.”

He did say something human, but Xiao Beicheng felt inexplicably distressed in his ears, so he brought him back to the ancestral grave, picked up some dry wood and started a fire, intending to spend the whole night here.

With the light of the fire, Jun Ziyou saw the surrounding things clearly, took Xiao Beicheng's hand, and asked, "Is the lord really planning to stay with me in the wilderness, alone and widowed?"

"Won't keep you waiting long to see what that is."

Jun Ziyou followed the direction of his finger - raised his head, and saw a falcon lingering in the sky, it was the man's pet Snow Soul.

With two fingers in his mouth, Xiao Beicheng blew a loud whistle, and Xuehun flapped his wings and flew down the mountain.

The gentleman who felt at ease caressed his father's tombstone and stroked the engraved words with his fingertips, with a sad and melancholy expression on his face. Xiao Beicheng asked with a little comfort in his mind: "My father is a very remarkable person, right?"

"Why did the prince say such a thing?"

"Although you are a person who is like a dog skin plaster, there are very few people you can really trust, and you are extremely picky about the people around you. Someone who can be respected by you must be very remarkable."

As he said that, Xiao Beicheng threw a piece of firewood into the fire, and saw the man smile lightly, "Maybe, he is the best father in my heart, but that may not be the case in other people's eyes. I didn't treat you As I said, in fact, he is an old man with a broken sleeve."

Xiao Beicheng only said: "So do we."

The man laughed loudly after hearing this, "Yeah, that's why I think Dad is the person who understands me the most in the world... The prince must already know that I am Lin Fengchi, and the former servant Lin Xici who survived His son was raised by Jun Sigui since he was a child. He was Lord Lin's personal bodyguard in the past, and he was really loyal. It wasn't Master Lin who refused, maybe it won't be like this now."

"It's rare to be loyal to this point."

"It's a pity, Mr. Lin's stubborn donkey is really stubborn. No matter what he says, he refuses to be the traitor who betrayed the court and the late emperor. He would rather be martyred. My father has no choice but to follow his last words. He secretly sent his mother out of the capital and came to Gusu. Unfortunately, he—until he died, didn’t know that Mr. Lin died in prison a few days after he left the capital, and spent the rest of his life looking for someone to avenge Mrs. Lin’s injustice. Evidence, unfortunately, in the end, it's still a waste of work - a scene..."

His eyes were red and filled with tears, which did not fall for a long time.

Xiao Beicheng took his hand, stroked the blue veins on his arm, and comforted him: "The person who passed away, the thing that passed away, let them pass away. No matter how much you never forget it, the truth cannot be false, and the false cannot be true. Don't It's not worth it to trap myself in the grievances of the previous life for the rest of my life."

"My lord misunderstood me. I didn't feel sad about it. I just thought of the past and had some nostalgia."

He took out the old things he found today from his arms, flipped through the books that were already yellowed and brittle, and even mildewed in some places.

"Look, this is my collection of poems collected by my father. When I wrote it, I didn't even have all my teeth. Look at this one. There are two flowers, three or four flowers, five flowers, six flowers, seven or eight flowers, nine flowers and ten flowers. Ten-flowers, ten-ten 23. I don’t know where I saw wild flowers, but I wrote such a poem on a whim, and my father still loves it like a treasure, it’s really..."

He turned a few more pages, and suddenly a piece of letter paper floated out from the pages.Xiao Beicheng took it, looked at the inscription on the cover, it was the word "Ziyou", and handed it to Junziyou.

"This is what your father left for you."

"I've never seen it before, what's written in it?"

Jun Ziyou carefully opened the envelope, and took out a thin piece of paper, some parts of the ink stains wetted by water could not be seen clearly, only a few words could be read sporadically.

"My son, You Qinqi... is still young, ignorant... mistaken... I have lost to others, and I swear to God today, my son is only... Ziyou-people."

Just a few words, can't see any clues.Seeing Junziyou's hands trembling slightly, Xiao Beicheng subconsciously held onto his wrist, but unexpectedly the man pushed him away, put the letter in the book and put it in his pocket, then ran to a dark corner and stopped at Junzi's grave before rubbing his eyes.

"Ziyou!"

"My lord, how much do you think this letter is true and how much is false?"

The man had no answer.

Jun Ziyou gritted his teeth, knelt beside the tomb, dug away the surrounding bricks and stones with his bare hands, and dug into the loess mixed with plaster, his fingertips were pricked with blood, but he still did not stop.

"Stop! Do you know what you're doing!"

Xiao Beicheng hurriedly grabbed Jun Ziyou who was almost insane, but the man was thrashing in his arms, but shouted hoarsely: "Of course I know! Let me go!!"

The noise echoed in the barren hills, Junziyou pushed Xiao Beicheng away several times, the latter was afraid that he would hurt him too much, so he hugged him again and again, stopping his crazy behavior, and yelled at others : "Junziyou! Calm down!!"

At this moment, there were the sound of chaotic footsteps and the fire approaching, taking advantage of Jun Ziyou's loss of consciousness, Xiao Beicheng hurriedly dragged the man aside, and said to the people who came looking for him: "Come up quickly! Take the master back!"

"No, no, my lord, please...please, just let me confirm—just, please..."

Having not endured his entreaties, Xiao Beicheng's heart softened after all.

Shen Ci just came up, looking at the two people who were entangled together, rubbing his head and looking a little lost.

Just listen to King Jin's order: "Shen Ci, dig up Jun Zi'an's tomb."

"Ah? My lord, this..."

"Do you need me to say it again?"

"But, this is disrespectful to the dead, taboo."

Xiao Beicheng looked back at the grave that had been dug into a small hole, he didn't say anything, but he had a conclusion in his mind.

The premise of the big taboo is that there is really someone buried in this grave.

The author has something to say: Lord Qianlong, the barrage maniac of Aite, came out to see Ziyou's poem written by him. The original poem is "Song of Snow" written by Lord Qianlong. We don't know, and we dare not ask. Just clap and blow done.

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