Self-help guide for non-professional young masters

According to Xia Cha's autopsy results, the man who died was only 30 years old when he died, while the other male deceased was younger in comparison, around 25 years old.

Through this key clue, combined with the age of the coffin, Jun Ziyou guessed the identities of the two deceased after consulting the history books.

"At the end of the Jing Dynasty, there was a Duke Cheng of the Ming Dynasty. His son was named Yan Er by the court. He was familiar with the Four Books and Five Classics at the age of two, and he knew the classics by heart at the age of three. He was a famous child prodigy at that time. At the age of 28, he suffered from a serious illness and gradually faded out of officialdom, and died three years later."

He flipped through a thick history book, and quickly found the name of another person from the cumbersome text describing Jiang Zhu's life, "Song Changzhou, another young man with outstanding talents at that time, was originally a little beggar living on the street. After being taken in by Yan Er, he became his companion student. He also stood out in the third year of Yan Er's imperial examination in the third year of high school. It can be said that Song Changzhou is a talent cultivated by Yan Er. After entering the dynasty, Song Changzhou was in charge The dismissal of the civil servants, it is said that he will be on the rise and have a bright future, but the exposure of a scandal has made him a target of public criticism, and even landed in prison."

Xiao Beicheng looked at Junziyou's serious profile, and couldn't help pinching his chin.These days, he was suffering from illness, his body was weak and weak, he lost a lot of weight, his chin became sharper and sharper, and it felt extremely bad to the touch, which made people feel distressed.

"Tomorrow, my lord will send someone to bring you some high-quality supplements. You have to take medicine on time three times a day, and you will get better soon. Don't let me worry about it."

"This scandal is that Song Changzhou went into the inner room at night to serve the sick, and the servant girls in the mansion spread gossip, claiming that someone heard them doing such and such unspeakable and unspeakable things, which seriously affected the reputation of the court. The Prime Minister thought about Yan Er's family background, and only reminded him to stay at home to recuperate from his illness, so he had his feet banned, but for Song Changzhou, he was dismissed from his post, secretly sent him to prison, and planned to secretly execute him."

"You don't wear shoes when you go out today, and you don't know how to take care of yourself in the cold weather. How can I rest assured that you live outside the city alone? Why don't you let Steward Liu live in your house and have him take care of you, my lord And my heart is at ease."

"At that time, Yan Er was at the end of his strength. After learning about this, he dragged his sick body to the prison to save Song Changzhou's life, but he was also severely injured and died of depression not long after. After Yan Er's death, Ming Cheng, who lost his beloved son, The Duke wanted to kill Song Changzhou, but Song Changzhou knelt in front of Ming Chenggong, begging to let him live. Ming Chenggong wanted to kill him to vent his hatred, so he was so angry that he sealed him alive in the coffin and buried him with Yan Er. But seeing the situation in the coffin , I knew this story was fabricated."

"This king..."

Junziyou finally couldn't bear it anymore, and slapped the history book as thick as a blue brick on Xiao Beicheng's forehead, causing red marks to appear on his face, "Are you listening to me?"

"Speak as if you are listening to my king!"

The two started to quarrel when they disagreed, Jun Ziyou felt upset and was the first to make a move.

Lu Chuan and Shen Ci were still making snowmen outside the house, when they suddenly heard a loud noise coming from inside, they thought it was something serious, opened the door and saw Jun Ziyou's hair scattered on the ground, Xiao Beicheng threw him on the bed Lying on the ground, unable to move with his ankles pressed down, only his waist and legs were hanging on the bed, his upper body was still on the ground, as if he had been punched, his eyes were blurred and he couldn't return to his senses.

And Xiao Beicheng was pressing on him and tugging at the skirt of his clothes. When he saw someone rushing in, he yelled angrily: "Get out!", so scared that the two of them went out and closed the door.

When Jun Ziyou recovered from his strenuous effort, he had already been supported up. Xiao Beicheng straightened his messy hair, hid a strand of long hair that had fallen out in his palm, lightly scratched the tip of his nose with his fingertips, and kissed him. The corners of the eyes were slightly red, "It's nothing to do with you, why bother to investigate so deeply. The more you care about it, the more others will think that this matter has something to do with you, and then you will get dirty all over yourself, and you won't be afraid of people mistreating you. "

"Since I have decided to get along with the mud, I can't be afraid of getting stains all over my body. Besides, if I help him, I'm helping myself."

Junziyou sat up, leaned against Xiao Beicheng, and put most of his body weight on him, closed his eyes with a satisfied face, and continued after enjoying himself: "I don't care at all about the case of the mysterious coffin. What kind of impact it caused is just curious about the stories of those two people."

"You just can't help being envious."

The gentleman smiled, "Unofficial history records that Duke Cheng of the Ming Dynasty sealed Song Changzhou in a coffin, and planned to drag out his body after his death so that Yan Er could bury him. The strange thing is that when people opened the coffin, there was a vision. Strange things happened again and again, and Ming Chenggong was entrusted by his beloved son in a dream, expressing his unwillingness to be separated from his lover, so he agreed to bury the two of them in the tomb together. Although this story is so sad that it makes people cry, I still envy their ending , live in the same quilt and die in the same acupuncture point, this is how many lovers yearn for the end of their lives."

Smiling and laughing, his eyes became wet, he grabbed Xiao Beicheng, tears poured down like rain, but he refused to show this miserable side to that person, put his hands in front of him, let the tears slip into his cuffs, and wet his thin shirt.

Xiao Beicheng held his wrist, kissed his lips, and pressed his whole body up, sucking the tears that fell from him into the tip of his tongue, "Don't get too involved in other people's affairs."

"My lord, I think..."

"Not allowed. The king's funeral is for you to handle. If you want to be buried together, why ask the king."

This is what sick people often have in mind, always thinking about what the world would be like if he was gone.

Xiao Beicheng knew that if he continued like this, his life would not be long, and there was not much time left for him and himself.

After coaxing Jun Ziyou to sleep, he covered the man with a quilt, and before leaving, he specially lit the incense for peace of mind, and placed it at the end of the bed together with the thin candle, for fear that the man would wake up and find that there was no one around him, and he would be afraid.

When they went out, Shen Ci and Lu Chuan were already tired from playing. They both sat on the verandah and roasted their frozen and red hands on a charcoal fire plate, holding a freshly baked sweet potato, and saw the master came out.

Lu Chuan was full of surprises, while Shen Ci passed the sweet potato in his hand in a daze. Xiao Beicheng just glanced at it, but didn't take it. He leaned over and squatted by the brazier, and patted Lu Chuan's shoulder hard, letting the latter A little flattered, "Go and find Jiang Yanqing to take care of him, and serve three meals a day carefully, without any mistakes."

"Then, my lord, shall we go to the city and invite a skilled cook?"

"Outsiders will not take care of him wholeheartedly, and they may have other plans. This matter can only be entrusted to trustworthy people. In the next few days, in order to avoid suspicion, this king can't come here often. You have to find out who is involved. Except for Jiang Linyuan from Dali Temple and Xia Cha from the Ministry of Justice, no suspicious person should be admitted."

"Then what if it's the former Prime Minister or that gentleman?"

Xiao Beicheng sighed angrily at his non-turning elm head, Shen Ci raised his hand and slapped Lu Chuan, "You are stupid, Li Xiang has weak bones and inconvenient legs and feet, and walking a few more steps in his own yard is too tiring. How could it be possible to run all the way out of the city? And that Jun Zian, who looks exactly like Mr., can you tell the difference with just your eyes?"

After thinking about it for a while, Lu Chuan scratched his head in embarrassment. Xiao Beicheng praised Shen Ci for his great progress, but he looked disappointed, making people feel that he still had something to say.

The two waited quietly for a long time before he said, "My king's tomb is about to be completed."

Shen Ci's eyes widened, but he didn't know what to say.Although powerful people will always arrange their own affairs early, but he also...

"Three years ago, when Ziyou was seriously ill, this king ordered someone to find a place with a treasured geomantic omen in Gusu. He just wanted to share the same bed with him, but when he mentioned it again, this king couldn't bear to tell him. ..."

He obviously left in a hurry before finishing his sentence, and the safest thing to do is to keep the remaining words in his heart.

As he expected, Jiang Linyuan visited the Junfu before dawn the next morning.

After listening to Lu Chuan's description of what happened last night, Jiang Linyuan knew that the prince was still not at ease, the situation in the capital was treacherous and changeable, who could tell who would be laughing tomorrow?

"You have to be careful. There is a villain in the capital who is called the Lord of Thousand Faces. He can take the appearance of anyone. There is no guarantee that he will not be used by others. Remember, the flying fish uniforms in Dali Temple are all of the same standard, except The one on my body is unique, there is a word embroidered with black thread on the inside of the jacket that cannot be detected by others, this will be a token from now on, if the person who comes does not have this imprint on his body, then he is not Jiang Linyuan himself."

Lu Chuan quietly wrote it down, and opened it curiously, and found that the words embroidered on it turned out to be...

"……infant?"

It's a pity that before he could find out why, Jiang Linyuan saw the gentleman sitting in front of the court, inserting the pruned plum branches into the porcelain vase.

"Sir, it's cold this morning, let's go inside and rest."

When Junziyou saw him, he acted like a playful child, beckoning him to come and see his masterpiece, "Last night, a heavy snowfall broke a lot of plum branches in the courtyard. One bottle, I don’t know if I can still live…”

A plum tree is no better than a willow tree. If it is broken, it is broken, and there is no power to recover.

Jiang Linyuan couldn't bear to tell him the truth, so he lied, "It will live, the vitality of all things is extremely strong, as long as you treat it with your heart, you can live a long life."

"You just know how to make fun of me. I'm not stupid. You can understand which sentence is true and which sentence is false."

Jiang Linyuan smiled without saying a word.

"Forget it, you're not here to talk about these irrelevant things with me, you must be here for the case."

"No, it's actually to announce the good news. Last night, the emperor promoted me to be a royal doctor. This is a great joy. I can't wait to come to convey the good news to you this morning."

Hearing what he said, Jun Ziyou's eyes lit up, "Before I declined so many times, the emperor is not angry with you."

"That's natural. The emperor knows that I am waiting for you, sir, and indulges me in every possible way."

"Yushitai, Dali Temple, and the Ministry of Punishment are both called the Three Jurisdictions. If you go there, the cases handled together will be much more fair. Unfortunately, before that, Yushitai was also suppressed by the Ministry of Punishment, and it seems that it has become a idle job. You It took a lot of effort to get Dali Temple to resume its handling of the case, and then go there to take over the mess, and it will definitely be more tiring in the future."

"The emperor's favor, if you turn it down again, it will appear that you don't know what to do. In fact, the emperor wanted to give you the seat of the royal doctor, but he knows that with your temperament, you will definitely not accept Gao Sheng for nothing. You are still Shaoqing. This official position is the most suitable for you, in order to restore you to your original post, I was first transferred to get in the way."

"You guys really have confidence in me. I don't have the slightest clue that the six strange coffins entered the capital at night. It's really thanks to you guys who dared to push this matter to me."

"It's not all clueless. At least not now."

Jiang Linyuan pushed a letter in front of Junziyou, with only five big characters written on it.

——Lin Fengchi kissed him.

The author has something to say: 143 struggled for three days, and finally passed the review...it got bald.

Recently, I have been preparing for a new advance collection. I plan to write a modern criminal investigation article. At present, I am still a little hesitant about the setting of the protagonist and the main line. I don’t know if you are the more realistic type of rich young x veteran cadres, or prefer a little bit. A bit more fantasy, such as a stinky Taoist priest who was struck by lightning and traveled to modern times redeemed an old cadre with a painful past (a bit ridiculous).Don't ask me why I am an old cadre, I love Nianxia! !

Little cuties can give some advice, everyone who leaves a comment in this chapter has a red envelope~

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