Self-help guide for non-professional young masters

Gentleman You put on his clothes and shoes, and followed Xiao Beicheng out of the carriage.

They swaggered into the city. Although they were surrounded by guards holding long guns, none of them dared to step forward. When they saw them coming up, they unconsciously took a few steps back. Obviously, these people were still afraid of the two men. Something went wrong on my own hands.

Soldiers are still cautious, and so are their leaders presumably.

Junziyou held the tip of the spear in the palm of the person closest to him with a heavy burden, and pressed it against his heart. The other party was obviously startled, and tentatively pulled the long soldier back. Taking a step closer forced him to dare not act rashly again.

"It's all about this. Let's talk about who has been targeting me. It's not enough to almost kill me a few times. I must be killed. Why, I dug someone's ancestral grave ?"

The guard faltered, couldn't say anything for a long time, and retreated timidly. Unexpectedly, the gentleman tightened his hands, firmly grasped the blade, and began to bleed along his wrist. It's a surprise, let alone someone else.

"I ask again, who ordered you to do this."

There was a sudden silence, and none of the people present dared to admit who was behind the scenes, or even they didn't know who was manipulating the forces behind them.

For a while, only the crisp sound of blood drops falling to the ground was heard, and after a long time, the sound of footsteps gradually approached.

The besieging crowd gave way to a narrow path from the rear to the front, and one person monopolized the awe of the others, and slowly stepped into Jun Ziyou's sight. It turned out to be a man dressed in black, even his face was covered with a black veil. man covered by a bamboo hat.

"You really haven't changed at all. From childhood to adulthood, you have to get to the bottom of everything, and you won't give up until you figure it out. But is this really good?"

Hearing this voice, Jun Ziyou frowned, felt that it was inexplicably familiar, but for a moment he couldn't think of where he had heard it before.

He subconsciously looked at Xiao Beicheng, but the man had a complex expression on his face, which made him even more puzzled.

Could it be...

Just when he was about to grasp the clue, the cloud above his head suddenly dissipated, and the moonlight shrouded the sky and the earth in a hazy state, but he was stained with an abnormal blush.

Jun Ziyou looked up and saw a blood moon hanging high in the sky, no wonder...

The man in black walked up to him, also took a look at the rare scene, smiled softly, and slowly took off the bamboo hat covering his head.

"On the twenty-fourth day of the good month. In the year you were born, a vision came from the sky, and you kept your heart in the dark. It was a bad omen. I heard that after the death of your father, you never celebrated your birthday again. Thinking of this, I really feel pity for you." A little guy who values ​​love and righteousness. Right? My... brother Ziyou."

The last sentence was spoken in Junziyou's ear.

The moment the black gauze left, his heart immediately rose to his throat, and when he saw the face of the visitor, he involuntarily covered his mouth.

The hands were covered with blood, rubbing against the lips, tasted in the mouth, there was a nauseating fishy smell.

But, why...why is this man, who looks exactly like him, even the expression when he speaks, the subconscious reaction of raising his eyebrows...it's like his shadow.

The blood in his mouth aroused the resonance of the blood in his chest. Under the shock, Junziyou couldn't bear the tearing pain in his body for a moment, and with a fierce cough, he vomited out the blood that had accumulated in his chest for a long time, his eyes were blurred, his eyes were limp The legs could no longer support the balance of the body, and he knelt down on the ground shaking.

What he was afraid of, what he didn't dare to face, the cruel and realistic truth, finally came.

"...Brother Zi'an, is it really, really you..."

Jun Zian stretched out his hand, wanting to touch the man's face that suddenly turned pale.

But before he could fulfill his wish, there was another person in front of him standing between him and that person, hugging Jun Ziyou who was so shocked and unable to face him, and complained rather than consolingly: "You say you, come back and do it!" What...he refuses to listen to all the good words, so he has to make himself like this to feel better."

Seeing how caring Xiao Beicheng was, Jun Zi'an changed his mind. He paused in the air with his outstretched hand, then retracted it angrily, raised his eyes to look at the scarlet blood moon, and uttered a short sentence in a slightly hoarse voice: " No, I am... Junziyou."

After hearing this, Jun Ziyou pulled his forehead hair and covered his ears, not wanting to hear the magic sound that would drive him crazy.

It turns out that all these years of planning, all he has done is to make a wedding dress for someone... Now that the time has come, is he finally going to take away everything he has fought so hard for so many years...

"No! I am Jun Ziyou, I am, I am..."

He murmured helplessly, but he couldn't get over the hurdle in his heart.

Jun Zian leaned over, wiped the blood from his palm with his sleeve, and gripped the wound on his hand, slamming every word, so that he would never forget it.

"My good brother, thank you for your hard work over the years. Now that I'm here to replace you, you should feel at ease. As early as three years ago, when you decided to escape from all this, it was destined that I would be the gentleman."

"No! My past, everything I have done is something you have never experienced, and you will never be me!"

"That's not necessarily the case. From the time you arrived in the capital, I participated in everything you experienced. It's like digging up the corpse of Li Shi who has been buried deep in the soil for Luo Yutang, so that you can be the first to find it. In the Pirates Tomb case, I took a cold bath for you, so that you, who were seriously ill, won the heart of King Jin. This pot of dirty water was put on the crow's head, leaving the little duke unable to argue... everything, in fact, you have already noticed it, why didn't you investigate thoroughly and find me?"

Junziyou pushed his hand away fiercely, ignored Xiao Beicheng's obstruction, moved back a few steps, and shouted hoarsely: "You are already dead! Junzian, you were already dead more than 20 years ago. You Why do people in the underworld still interfere in the affairs of the underworld, what on earth do you want to do!"

"What do I want to do? Heh, Ziyou, I still don't understand. It seems that it's really useless to keep you."

At this point, Jun Zi'an had murderous intentions, and he pulled out a knife with a cold light in his hand, and stabbed the defenseless Jun Ziyou without hesitation.

However, before the tip of the knife touched the man, it was blocked in the middle. With a crisp sound, a cigarette stick was blocked in front of the man, stopping the fatal blow for him.

Xiao Beicheng yawned lazily, turned his head to look at Jun Zi'an quietly, and suddenly smiled.

"It has nothing to do with me if you want to be anyone in this world, but you want to be Princess Jin. Your ambition is too great."

Jun Zian smiled and said: "What did the prince say, you were the one who married me in eight palanquins back then, why don't you admit it now?"

"Then you also need to be able to prove that the person who entered the door that day was indeed you."

Xiao Beicheng wanted to go back and pull Jun Ziyou who had been stunned in place, but he was in vain, and when he looked back, the man had disappeared.

He subconsciously called "Ziyou", but he didn't notice the complicated expression in Junzi'an's eyes.

"My lord, it's a curfew now. If you insist on looking for him, are you ready to be punished?"

"Stop talking nonsense, even a counterfeit dares to show off in front of the rightful lord. Instead of begging for mercy from this lord, it's better to hug your master's thigh tightly, so that someone will help you when you are in trouble in the future."

After finishing speaking, he couldn't wait to turn his head to look for someone. Jun Zi'an still refused to give up and chased after a few steps, and asked loudly: "My lord, what if I am really Jun Ziyou?"

The man ignored him and left without looking back, which made Jun Zi'an even more annoyed, a trace of sternness flashed in his eyes, the vicious intent to drive people to death.

A man in black stepped forward and asked, "Sir, do you want to follow me?"

"It doesn't matter, King Jin has found someone, and he will definitely bring him back to the palace. I have to rely on him to confirm my identity, otherwise the other party will take the lead, and I will be the one who will die. Just keep an eye on the palace. Report any abnormalities at any time."

"Yes, then shall I take you back to the Hou Mansion?"

"of course."

Jun Zian stared down at the sharp knife in his hand, and when his fingertips ran across the blade, there was a bloodstain immediately.

He let the blood drop, stared at his wound indifferently, then slowly raised his eyes, looking at the blood moon that had already set in the west.

"In this huge capital city, the only one that can give me a place to stay is Ding'anhou Mansion."

Under the scarlet light, Jun Ziyou hid in a dark corner, curled himself into a ball, hugging himself who was trembling.

The pain in his chest almost made him suffocate, but he couldn't tell whether it was the pain in his body or the pain in his heart. He pressed his forehead between his knees helplessly, and as soon as he opened his mouth to breathe, fresh blood gushed out of his throat. Can't stop.

At a loss, he wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand, and as he wiped it, tears also fell, crying bitterly.

God knows... What exactly has he experienced in these years...

His eyes were full of scarlet, and he helplessly wanted to wipe away the blood that was spreading in front of him, but the more anxious he was, the faster the blush spread, infinitely magnifying the uneasiness in his heart.

He hugged himself tightly, trembling uncontrollably, his lips were trembling slightly, and the corners of his mouth were bleeding unstoppably.

"Why...why...why are you lying to me, what did I do wrong, why did you treat me like this..."

In desperation, a person appeared in front of him, covered his blood-stained hands with a snow-white kerchief, leaned over and embraced him in his arms, giving him a warm and firm feeling.

That kind of familiar smoke with a hint of mint coolness, that gentle touch that belongs to him alone.

At this moment, Jun Ziyou felt that as long as there was only one person in the world who recognized his existence, his life would not be in vain.

"My lord, my lord... who am I, who am I..."

Xiao Beicheng took his hand, stroked his head, and said softly: "You are Junziyou, you are the young minister of Dayuan, you are the common people's Xiao Digong, and you are Xiao Qingjue's Princess Jin. This answer is not surprising. Satisfied."

The man's eyes were red, and he buried his head into his neck, sobbing and did not dare to nod for a long time.

Xiao Beicheng rubbed the back of his heart for him, making his breathing easier, and after he took a deep breath, he put his hands on his neck, and with a little force, the man passed out in his arms.

There was a rustling sound approaching, Xiao Beicheng turned his head and saw the person who surprised him the most.

Unexpectedly, it was Li Ying who could only travel in a wheelchair now.

The author has something to say: Brother Zi'an: I jio that you are scolding me, and the evidence is conclusive.

Ziyou: I'm scolding you, that ctrl+c plus ctrl+v ugly...handsome thing!

Although the reunion after a long absence, my brother made Ziyou cry, but my brother will still make Ziyou cry when he leaves the stage (what turning logic).

All in all, don’t treat your brother as a bad guy~

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