Self-help guide for non-professional young masters

Song Bolun was an official to Zhongshuling when he was alive, and he was one of the seniors that Lin Xici respected. Especially in the days when he became a servant after his illness, most of the work between his disciples and the two provinces of Zhongshu depended on the pairing, and contact was indispensable.

Mr. Song has been in the court for a long time, and his qualifications are quite deep. He is not as afraid of Lin Xici as others are, and he is not afraid that if he gets too close to him, he will cause trouble to his upper body. He once admitted it himself: "Master Lin is like an old son. He is young and promising, but his life is not good. It is really distressing. We should give him more care."

Even his wife would bring out an extra portion of the soup that his wife had made to nourish his body, and let the fast-legged servant in the house deliver it, so that he could taste it while it was hot.

However, this lady was unlucky, and she couldn't grow old with Song Bolun. She fell ill when she was half a century old and passed away. At that time, Lin Xici personally guarded her coffin for three days. Later, she couldn't support her body and fell in front of her coffin. I took it back.

Song Bolun lost his son in his early years, and later lost his beloved. He couldn't bear such a blow at his age, and also suffered from a serious illness. He wished he could go with his wife.

Li Sansi came to comfort him when he heard about this, and advised him to think more about Lin Xici. He lost his wife and children, and Lin Xici also lost his parents. They supported each other and pretended to be father and son. Bullying, the emperor refuses to support him, there must be someone to protect him, if Mr. Song also goes, who can protect him from the wind and rain?

Song Bolun listened to Li Sansi's persuasion and overcame the most difficult hurdles for Lin Xi's resignation. After a few days of safe birthday, the eldest princess Xiao Wanqing returned to Beijing. Sent to a purgatory prison.

He racked his brains to save the man from the predicament, and begged many people with his old face, but outsiders were either afraid that Lin Xici would implicate him, or they had been offended in the past, and wished for his death. No one felt sorry for this old father who was helpless Veteran.

Forced to be helpless, he had to beg in front of Xianzong with the credit and hard work he had earned all his life, but Zhongliang's persuasion was still not higher than the treacherous lies. Later, Lin Xici still died.

Hearing the news of Lin Xici's death, Song Bolun was devastated, his brain was burnt out by a serious illness, sometimes sober and sometimes crazy, crying and laughing like an idiot.

Li Sansi felt sorry for the lonely and helpless veteran, so he persuaded the old man to cheer up on the grounds that he "wanted to justify Mr. Lin's name".

In fact, his words really inspired Song Bolun. For Lin Xici, an unknown young man with him, he dragged his sick body and visited officials such as the eunuch Zheng Yisheng and the imperial servant Wu An who had a close relationship with Lin Xici. , but he moved too much, which alarmed those with ulterior motives. Not long after, the emperor "thought he was old and frail and unable to act", and invited several good doctors to persuade him to take care of him in the mansion.

"Then the murderer who killed Mr. Song would not be the first emperor. He has already put him under house arrest and monitored his every move. There is no need to do anything extra. If you really don't like him, you have to 'click' him. There is no need to let him go back to his hometown first. I always feel that Mr. Song's ignorance may be true. In his last days, he must have revealed something terrible, which made some thieves who couldn't sit still couldn't help but do it. .”

Jun Ziyou held the stove in his hand, stomped his frozen feet, and knocked the door knocker of a residential house again, "I haven't heard anything for a long time, is it because your information is wrong and the person is not here?"

Jiang Yanqing exhaled a warm breath, spit out a long stream of white mist, looked around in the dark, shrugged and shook his head, "I don't know, it's written here in my father's handbook. But he The old man has been gone for several years, maybe the people here also..."

Before they could finish speaking, both of them heard the sound of slow and heavy footsteps approaching step by step on the ground, they both closed their mouths by coincidence, and listened carefully to the movement inside.

I could feel that it was an old man with inconvenient legs and feet, and he had to move for a long time to stand firmly with every step. It seemed that something was tripped under his feet, and he staggered and bumped up, which shocked the gentleman who had his ears on the door panel buzzing. My head hurts.

He was worried, he was very afraid that an old man who lived alone accidentally fell down at home, if something happened, it would cause death, and he didn't dare to knock on the door to urge him, he was afraid that if the old man was in a hurry, if there was any mistake, his heart would be scared. Then choose the throat.

After that, there was no sound from inside, and after waiting for a long time without any response, Junziyou pointed to the door and silently asked, "Who is inside?"

Jiang Linyuan leaned down, wrote the word "Ya" on the snow, and wiped it off again. Junziyou knew that the one they came to visit was the maid who had served Song Bolun and Mr. Song.

"According to the age, she should be quite old, maybe something happened, hurry up, go in and have a look!"

Jun Ziyou made a gesture to smash the door, but was pulled away before he could touch the knocker.

Jiang Yanqing looked at him with a look of disgust, glanced at the low wall of the small courtyard, and said in a low voice: "How can you, Shaoqing, have no common sense at all, just now the people inside fell at the door, if he died If you go in rashly, you will destroy the first scene. If he is seriously injured or falls ill, you may hurt him and make his condition worse if he is reckless, let me come."

In order to save costs, the courtyard walls of private houses are usually not built too high. Neighbors and passers-by can make eye contact with the family members when they pass by the wall. A tall person like Jiang Yanqing can easily turn over with two hands.

He didn't dare to go in easily at the beginning, the sky was dark, and he only saw a vague figure lying on the ground. He glanced into the house along the way, and saw that there was still a dim candle burning inside, and there was no suspicious figure. Just jumped in.

He was not in a hurry to shake the person on the ground, but he touched it with his hand. The person was lying on his face on the ground. He still had body temperature and pulse, but the heart rate was very fast. He subconsciously touched the person's mouth, only feeling the A large piece of viscous liquid was stained on the tip, and a strong smell of blood rushed to the face.

He secretly screamed in his heart that something was wrong, he quickly turned the person over, and pulled the latch along the way, and shouted to the gentleman outside the door: "Go and call someone, witnesses are in danger!"

This barren mountain, just relying on a gentleman to swim out on two legs to ask for help, not to mention whether his virtue can survive to find someone, even if he really brings back reinforcements, people will be terribly cold.

"..." Jun Ziyou pursed his lips and choked out a swear word, "Are you kidding me? Jiang Yanqing, aren't you a doctor yourself?"

"But..." Jiang Yanqing showed embarrassment, "This is... this is a woman."

Jun Ziyou raised his eyebrows and asked, "So?"

"She hurt her chest."

"Ok?"

"I touched her, will Liu Yuqing..."

The man slapped his dog on the head, wondering what had eaten the dog's brain, "Human life is a matter of heaven, don't force me."

Jiang Yanqing had no choice but to point to the dim candles in the room. The gentleman knew it and knocked on the door, but he didn't hear any sound, so he entered the door.

This move is just to let some "guests" who came here before them be aware of their existence, so as to avoid embarrassment when they meet each other, they first give people room to react.

He came with a lamp and illuminated the wound, Jiang Yanqing got down seriously, pulled the wounded man's skirt, and saw the murderous knife stuck in the wound less than an inch long.

"If it stabs the heart, we don't have to work hard. Fortunately, the wound is not deep, and it doesn't hurt the vitals. It's just that the blood loss is a bit too much. Afterwards, the brown sugar and red dates should be replenished."

Jiang Yanqing tore the hem of the inner lining into strips, pressed it on the wound and wiped the blood, and signaled Junziyou with his eyes: "Press here with both hands to help her stop the bleeding, be careful." After finishing speaking, Junziyou took over and pulled it out murder weapon.

As he said, the knife did not penetrate deeply, but just got stuck in the gap between the ribs, and it did not kill the wounded, but only made him suffer for a few days.

The injured man frowned and cried out "It hurts", Jun Ziyou comforted him perfunctorily, "Don't panic, girl, don't worry, it's fine, bear with it a little bit, don't be afraid."

Jiang Yanqing took a hemostatic pill from the medicine bottle that he carried with him, fed it to the wounded, sprinkled some medicine on the wound, then hurriedly bandaged him up, carried him into the room with Jun Ziyou, placed him on the bed, and pasted He closed his collar heartily.

Only at this time, Jiang Yanqing was lucky enough to see the injured man's face, and realized that this man was very young, probably only twenty-eight, and let the two old men look at him before he left the court, how could he marry in the future?

The wounded was in a daze and did not wake up, so Jiang Yanqing could only bring a few handfuls of snow into the room to melt and wash away the wounded blood. Seeing Junziyou staring at the motionless woman, she couldn't help teasing: "Why, Jun Dashaoqing wants to do it right? Someone is responsible?"

"I'm wondering what the identity of this girl is. When the case happened, she should have not been born. She appeared in the witness's old residence for no reason and was injured. If she is said to be a relative of the witness, things will be troublesome."

Counting the age, it is very likely that the witness of the year has passed away. If her relatives are implicated in this way, they will even be silenced, which is enough to see the case of the year...

Thinking of this, he felt more and more headache, and before he could say the next sentence, he heard a muffled sound.

The injured woman sat up suddenly, as if she had been stimulated by something, and looked back at the stunned two people who screamed on the spot, ignoring the pain of the wound, and flinched back desperately. It was like seeing the murderer who harmed her.

Jiang Yanqing was a little dazed, thinking that she was bloody.But it was also to save people. I'm afraid that this woman's brain is not normal because she was stimulated. Whenever she meets someone, she feels like she is seeing a murderer.

However, Jun Ziyou, who usually said soft words to comfort women, remained unmoved, and waited for the hysterical woman to provoke him to exhaustion, and he could not shout anymore, so he had to give up.

"You can still scream like this after being injured, girl, you really admire Jun."

Jun Ziyou took off the badge from his waist that he almost threw at Gusu, put it on the table, raised his legs, and looked at the woman who was at the next table with politeness but a little indifference smile.

"Girls should know this and guess my identity, so they should know that I didn't come to harm you. You were harmed by others and suffered injustice. Only I can avenge you. Although you were forced to It’s too cruel for you to recall the circumstances of the murder, but not long after it happened, as long as you search and arrest with all your strength, there is still a possibility of catching the murderer, I wonder if the girl is willing to cooperate?”

The woman looked at the badge, thought for a while, and nodded timidly.

"Okay, I won't force you, let's start with your identity."

He winked and gestured for Jiang Yanqing, who was the door god at the door, to sit down, and pretended to look for paper and pens in the room, but unfortunately, the girl was poor, let alone calligraphy, and couldn't even find a complete piece of paper.

He added another word: "It seems that the girl has never read a book, so she should not be able to read."

The woman nodded again, "Xiaoqian, my name is Xiaoqian, I was a girl who grew up in the village, my mother said that if a woman is ignorant, she is a virtue, if you don't let me go to school, I can't even write my own name. "

"This really distorts the original meaning of this poem, so let's talk about what happened to you today."

"In the evening... just after eating in the evening, I fetched water and washed the dishes outside, and when I came back, I was stabbed..."

"What does the murderer look like, is it male or female?"

"No, I didn't see it, he...he is behind me."

"Oh? Stabbing the victim's chest from behind, this posture is really strange."

"I..." Xiaoqian showed panic, and hurriedly looked away, not daring to meet Junziyou's eyes, for fear that he would look into her heart at a glance, "I don't know, I didn't see him."

"Then how can you be sure that the two of us are not the murderers who harmed you? Just confess to us like this, aren't you afraid of being silenced again?"

"You, you are the Shaoqing of Dali Temple, you won't...you won't kill me."

"Oh? How do you know my identity, because of that waist card?"

Xiaoqian buried her head lower, and nodded a little, as if she was going to get into the cracks in the ground. At this time, Jiang Yanqing, who was pretending to be dumb, couldn't sit still, and said to her blind spot: "...Aren't you illiterate?"

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