Self-help guide for non-professional young masters

At dawn, Xiao Beicheng, who had just woken up, felt tightness in his chest and heaviness in his body. When he opened his eyes, he saw that Junziyou had slept on him all night.

In normal times, he would have kicked the man long ago, causing the man to fall on his back. Since he was injured, he had to hug something to lie on his stomach to relieve the pain, so he condescended to be his pillow.

He picked up a strand of the man's long hair, wrapped it around his fingertips, and with a strong nasal voice when he just woke up from a big dream, he half joked and said: "With your sleeping appearance, no one except me dares to be with you." sleep."

Speaking of this, I heard a commotion outside the door, if Junziyou was not still sleeping on him, Xiao Beicheng would go out to find out.Since returning to the capital, such comfort is rare. He was lazy for a while, lying still, and after a while, he heard the sound of hurried footsteps "da da" and ran over.

Shen Ci didn't even care about etiquette, she opened the door and howled: "My lord! It's over, there's another coffin!"

Sensing Junziyou in his arms twitching in fright, he frowned and moaned, Xiao Beicheng was dissatisfied, and said in a low voice, "Don't dare to quarrel about any big event! Are there not enough coffins in the capital recently? Tell Jiang Linyuan to get out of here. Don't run to the palace if you have nothing to do, when this is the time when you were in Dali Temple!"

Shen Ci felt aggrieved, "My lord... Mr. Jiang hasn't come yet. Besides, where do you want him to go? This time the coffin is parked at the gate of our palace, not to mention Yushitai, even the Ministry of Punishments Let's see what's going on."

Xiao Beicheng didn't say anything, but felt something was wrong in his heart.In the past, those ancient coffins from the previous dynasty were all wandering around the capital, mostly in residential areas where the Chiya Guards were seldom patrolling, so why did they run to the gate of King Jin's Mansion?

He lightly helped Jun Ziyou up, thinking about getting out and letting him sleep for a while, but when he lowered his head, he saw the man opened his eyes and analyzed solemnly: "My lord, you are being provoked." .”

The man yawned, rolled up from the bed, accidentally touched the wound, and screamed in pain, but he didn't even have time to put on his clothes, stepped on his boots in a hurry and ran out, Xiao Beicheng had to follow behind Shouting to clothe him.

No wonder Shenci was afraid. This coffin is made of golden nanmu, which is very strong and has excellent moisture-proof effect. It can keep the corpse from decaying for thousands of years. It is a rare and priceless treasure in itself. Tattooed with gold thread, embellished with agate pearls and jade, who in the world would dare to use such a totem?

Butler Liu stood far away, pulling Shen Ci behind him who was scared and curious, and was wondering whether to go and find out, and muttered: "Good guy...could it be the coffin of Jing Mingzong?" Did you pull it out?"

With the former courtiers and relatives, it's the turn of the last emperor himself.

The gentleman swam up to caress the dragon and phoenix carvings on the coffin lid, and touched the two skinny donkeys pulling the cart. He couldn't help but suspect that these two guys were so hungry that they couldn't walk anymore, so they stopped at the palace improperly. in front of the door.

Seeing people slowly gathering around for unknown reason, he didn't want to make things worse, so he advised Xiao Beicheng to take the coffin to Shuntian Mansion first.

Tan Jiuling, who came over at this time, heard this, and had no time to catch her breath, "Sir, don't! Not to mention that most of our Shuntian Mansion is in ruins, even the coffins parked in the courtyard are enough to make up a few mahjong tables." .Besides, the person sleeping in the coffin looks like a king and a rich man, and Shuntian Mansion can't afford to entertain him, so why don't you...send him to the Ministry of Punishment?"

The gentleman thought that if Ye Lanchen knew that you, an old fellow, were rushing to send the dead to him, he would not know what kind of knife he would use to skin you.After thinking about it, Xia Cha is from the Ministry of Criminal Justice, so as long as the coffin is delivered, the investigation can be started immediately, so there is no need to run back and forth.

Thinking of this, he hurriedly went to the Ministry of Punishment.

On the way, he even joked with Xiao Beicheng: "My mouth is open. Do you want to guess the identity of the coffin owner?"

The man was leaning against the car window, smoking a cigarette without saying a word, and when he opened his mouth, he exhaled the smoke out of the window, deliberately keeping a few feet away from the gentleman, so as not to choke him with the smell of the smoke on his body. "Dare to use a noble totem like dragon and phoenix, who else but emperors and empresses can do it? But Mingzong's possibility is unlikely."

"My lord and I thought of going together. It is rumored that Jing Mingzong hanged himself before the enemy invaded the palace. The person who collected his body for him should be a person of the current dynasty. I am afraid that he will not treat him kindly. In history, he would tear up his body and vent his hatred." Even if Emperor Taizu ended his funeral with great kindness, it would be difficult to make up for the loss of the army, so it is still doubtful whether there is anyone in the coffin."

"Empress Lin was burned to death in Jingling, and was buried in a hurry after her death. There shouldn't be such regulations. The biggest possibility is as you said, this is Mingzong's coffin. But have you ever thought that someone will be buried in Jingling The surrounding coffins were dug out one by one, all information proving the identity of the deceased was erased and sent to the capital, what is the purpose?"

"Perhaps a...demonstration?"

This last time, the coffin was delivered directly to King Jin's door. Apart from this, Jun Ziyou couldn't think of a more powerful explanation.

However, no amount of speculation could keep up with the variables. After the dragon and phoenix coffin was transported to the Ministry of Justice, Ye Lanchen had no choice but to agree to their request to open the coffin, and ordered a few capable men to help Xia Cha. He was already mentally prepared to treat the body of an emperor. Prepare.

Xiao Beicheng guarded the gentleman who was eagerly moving forward, worried that when the coffin was opened, the despondency of the deceased would hit his injured body, and that his already weak body would be more difficult to heal, but that man had no taboos, and took The long nails in the coffin were handed over to him for a closer look.

"My lord, look at the light rust marks, it shouldn't be something from the previous dynasty, I guess it was buried in the past ten or twenty years, I'm afraid..."

He intended to say that the owner of the coffin was not Jing Mingzong, but at this moment, a deep sound interrupted his words, and when he looked back, he saw that the coffin lid had been pried open, and it had to be embraced by several strong officials rise.

The people who stood closest saw the situation in the coffin, and they couldn't help but hold their breath, and some even let out an exclamation. Even Xia Cha, who had seen countless dead corpses in strange shapes, was surprised, and timidly raised his eyes to look at the coffin. Junziyou looked at Xiao Beicheng again, and hurriedly dodged away.

Jun Ziyou secretly felt strange, and then stepped forward to take a look, this glance was too shocked to speak.

Lying in the coffin was a young and beautiful man.

The body of the deceased was well preserved, the face was lifelike, the skin was delicate and could be broken by blowing bombs, the breeze blew by, the hair on the forehead was still gently swaying, the face was slightly pale, and the hands were folded in front of the chest, and even the muscles could be clearly seen. Under the direction of the blood vessels, An Ran's sleeping position is like still immersed in a dream, and may wake up at any time.

Guessing that the officials working on the scene had never seen such a spectacle before, they all came forward to take a closer look, but seeing the face of the deceased clearly, there was an inexplicable fear in their hearts, and at the same time, they looked at the unknown man. Gentleman tour.

I don't know who shouted: "He!...Why does he look the same as this dead man?

Everyone backed away in fright, and regained their strength after realizing it, whispering, is it possible that the person in the coffin is the twin brother of this gentleman?

"A few days ago, I saw their brothers appearing together, and the time can be matched. Could it be that Jun Zi'an is the one who died?"

"...No way, although Jun Zi'an is not likable, no one hates him enough to kill him, right? Unless..."

"Hey! You mean to say that Junziyou killed his brother Junzi'an, so he can still act with everyone here?"

There are different opinions, and no result can be discussed for a while.

But at this time, Xiao Beicheng opened his mouth and said something fair: "No, it's not Jun Zi'an. He and Ziyou are twin twins with the same mother. They were born exactly the same. If it weren't for the difference in temperament, you wouldn't be able to tell the difference just by looking at this face." And this person's facial bones are thinner than the two, and the corners of his eyes are raised, he must have double phoenix eyes, there is a red mole on the left upper eyelid, and the bridge of his nose is more straight, obviously not any of the brothers."

These words somewhat relieved everyone, but they were even more uneasy when they thought that a body that had been buried for many years was so well preserved.Shen Ci, who has always been superstitious, said without hesitation: "Then... this incorruptible corpse is not a corpse..."

Someone covered his mouth to stop him from talking nonsense, "What are you talking about, it's bright and bright in broad daylight, and there are still monsters at work!" It was Ye Lanchen's sycophant, Chi Min.

Xiao Beicheng sighed, feeling his face was burning like fire, and it really made him feel ashamed to have Shen Ci, an ignorant person, showing his face outside.

"Shenci, don't talk nonsense. There are two reasons why the body is well preserved. The coffin is well sealed, or a special anti-corrosion process has been used. The coffin is made of high-quality golden nanmu. Once it is closed, air and moisture are hard to come by." Infiltrated into it, so it has not rotted until now.”

"My lord is right. Apart from that, there is the most important point..." Jun Ziyou said in a hoarse voice, leaning on the edge of the heavy coffin, the rest of his words were choked by coughing, and he curled up and squatted down. .

"Ziyou!"

Jun Ziyou politely rejected Xiao Beicheng's kindness to care about him, his eyes were sad, a little absent-minded, he just asked: "...My lord, can I be alone?"

That person didn't want to let him feel sad alone, but by looking at his expression, he knew that he should give him some leeway, and cast a pleading look at Ye Lanchen. Fortunately, the latter was willing to understand his feelings, and immediately killed no one. And so back down.

Shen Ci followed Xiao Beicheng far away in a daze, and asked a lot: "My lord, why are we leaving too, can Mr. Liu be there alone? What if something happens..."

As soon as he turned his head, he stopped talking.

Jun Ziyou, who was guarding the coffin, stood up with difficulty, held the hand of the deceased, and threw himself beside the man sobbing.

The crying was unbearable, and it became louder and louder, which made people's hearts sour.

This may be the only time in Junziyou's life that he shed tears for his biological father.

In the past few years, he has always been lucky, thinking that escaping from reality can erase the truth of being the son of Lin Xici. As long as he doesn't touch the dusty past, he can live on the sidelines forever and watch all this with nothing .

But he was wrong... He never escaped this suffocating fate for a moment, it was just wishful thinking...

"Father... Father..."

Tears fell on the back of the man's hands, and he hurriedly wiped away the bitter water marks.

Each warmth bears the first half of his life filled with blood and tears.

He didn't remember when he was lifted up, and he woke up suddenly. He was already sitting under the porch of the Ministry of Criminal Justice, staring blankly at a single red plum in the corner.

He stretched out his hand, momentarily losing its weight, his fingertips were pierced by a sharp branch, and the blood dripped on the snow, reflecting the proud colors of the cold plum blossoms, forming a harmonious beauty.

Someone wrapped his cold hands behind him, and held them in the palms to warm them.

The person exuded the unique smell of incense in the morgue, obviously he had been there just now, and he had been there for more than a moment.

Jun Ziyou lowered his eyelids and asked, "What's going on..."

Xiao Beicheng sat beside him, pinned his hair behind his ears, and softly persuaded: "Ziyou, leave this to me, okay?"

"I want to know. Qingjue, he is my connection to this world, please."

Only when the love is deep, he will call his name...

Xiao Beicheng hesitated for a moment, Jun Ziyou stood up, knelt down in front of him, not hysterical, just pleading blankly.

"He... Mr. Lin was indeed tortured. But he didn't die from playing the pipa, but from being strangled. There were bruises on his neck tied with ropes. The shape was a bit strange. For a while, Xia Cha couldn't decide whether he committed suicide or not. He killed."

"If it is a thin mark left by a strong rope, then he must have been killed. There is no tool for a prisoner to kill himself. If I want to die and you hand me a knife, then you will kill me. A kind murderer." Jun Ziyou let out a long sigh, huddled his feet on the edge of the chair, curled himself up into a ball, buried his head between his knees, and asked softly, "Is it painful for him to walk?"

Maybe this question shouldn't be asked to Xiao Beicheng, but facing his begging tone, the man could only answer: "I don't know either...but death might be a kind of relief for him."

Later, he ordered someone to send the absent-minded gentleman back. The man said that he was in a bad mood and wanted to walk around, and he agreed.

It wasn't until he left that Xia Cha handed over the autopsy results and reported to others with suppressed emotions: "My lord, there were indeed knife marks on the deceased's ribs, five on the left side and seven on the right. Life is in danger, and the wound shows signs of healing, I think the deceased should have been treated after being tortured."

"Severe torture, but also caring...is this a kind of grace?" Xiao Beicheng murmured to himself.

Xia Cha didn't answer his words, and paused for a moment before continuing: "Considering the mood of Mr., I didn't dissect the body. I only inferred from the appearance that the deceased died of breathlessness, and the murder weapon should be a belt with two fingers on it. But what is strange is that there are obvious knot marks left on the back of the neck of the deceased, which is really rare.”

"how do I say this."

Xia Cha looked around, but couldn't find a rope that could replace the murder weapon, so he untied his belt and wrapped it around the doorpost to simulate the scene of the crime.

"Usually people hang themselves with white silk hanging on beams. This kind of fabric is not easy to tie on sorghum beams. Therefore, only the front half of the deceased's neck has strangle marks on the neck of the deceased, and the back of the neck has not been in contact with the murder weapon. There is none. When killing people, the murderer will tie a knot at the back of the neck in order to prevent the victim from struggling to escape. Therefore, I think the possibility of the deceased being killed is greater.”

"But there was no sign of him struggling. When he was strangled, a person's subconscious reaction was to break free from the murder weapon around his neck. In desperation, the attack was not serious. It was normal to leave scratches on his body. The expression on his face It will also be very hideous. Don't you think he died too peacefully?"

"What the lord said is... In this way, it may be difficult to deduce whether he committed suicide or homicide."

The case fell into a puzzle, Xiao Beicheng frowned, and asked after a while: "Other than that, what progress has been made?"

"Master Jiang and Lord Ye came to see it just now, and they said that the pattern carved on the coffin is the style of the previous dynasty. If people today didn't deliberately imitate the ancient style, it would be an old thing."

"You mean, the person inside may not be Lin Xici?"

"No, the lower official thinks that the deceased is the genuine Mr. Lin, but this coffin is quite old, and the possibility of doves occupying the magpie's nest cannot be ruled out." Knowing this problem is too embarrassing for Xia Cha, who just came here Seeing Xiao Beicheng's Jiang Linyuan answered for him, took the things in his hand, and sent him to do things.

Seeing him, Xiao Beicheng's face became even more gloomy, "Yushitai intervenes in this matter, but you can't do it without anyone noticing."

"My lord misunderstood. The one who intervened was the Yushitai. It was clearly the emperor. This is a big matter. It is related to the old case of the court and the reputation of the late emperor. How could he just sit idly by and ignore it?"

"It's not safe to die, this king started to feel sorry for Lin Xi and resigned."

"You poor man, where is Mr. Lin? It's clearly him..." Jiang Linyuan didn't say anything, but when he saw Xiao Beicheng strolling to the front of the court, he followed. "What does your lord think about this?"

"Is it important how the king thinks about it?"

"It's important to sir."

These words entered Xiao Beicheng's heart. He looked up at the sky and sighed: "The person who killed Lin Xici was not the first emperor. On the contrary, he treated Lin Xici kindly and buried him with emperor's honor. Maybe this It also indirectly proves his identity, that he is indeed the queen of the previous dynasty."

"The lower official thinks that what matters is not his background, but what he did during his lifetime. It is rumored that the late emperor was suspicious by nature. If he really doubted Lord Lin's identity, he would never leave him with a way out. How could he?" Reuse it to the point of inseparable?"

Xiao Beicheng's words were thorny: "How did you know that Lin Xici was favored? You have only been in the court for a few years, how did you find out about this?"

"Your Majesty, don't forget that the official's surname is Jiang. From entering the court to be close to Mr., to revitalizing the Dali Temple, and becoming the Emperor's watchdog, all are to find out this matter. I may have as many clues as you do. But If you want to ask these sources of information, the next official can give you a clear way."

After finishing speaking, Jiang Linyuan raised his hand and pointed to the east.

East of Chang'an City, Ding'an Hou's Mansion.

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