Self-help guide for non-professional young masters

"A eunuch with a sadistic desire, and an official who has a sadistic desire, except for Mr. Song who loves him as a dead son and puts his true feelings on him, Mr. Lin seems to have met few good people around him. It's not very good... But I have to say, I think Zheng and Wu are quite a good match, they can get what they need, why didn't they get together back then?"

"If you fart again, you can go back and feed the cat."

Jiang Yanqing didn't know what the mouth was made of, and he was chattering all the way, without even needing to catch his breath, disturbing Jun Ziyou with a splitting headache, he really wanted to sew his two mouths together...

But this guy is not just talking nonsense, when it comes to the events of the year, he can tell one, two, three with reason and evidence.

"Although the old guy Zheng Yisheng is not a good guy, he had a lot of power in the palace back then. He couldn't compete with Huan Yi, but he could restrict his actions in some ways. A piece of pure land that is out of reach, the emperor is not as close to beauty as the previous emperor, as a man, he always listens to the wind around the pillow, so Zheng Yisheng may not be able to do less than Huan Yi."

"What did you find in Xiaoqian's backyard yesterday?"

"Oh, I dug up something, but I thought it was bad luck, so I didn't send it to you. As you said, there was a porcelain jar buried under the tree, and it might contain ashes. Maybe Xiaoqian's grandma also had it. Some important person lost his life before and after Mr. Song's death, and there were no bones left, so she decided to bury it for others. After all, burying a porcelain altar is much easier than buying birthday materials for burial... I said that your mouth is as good as It’s like being enlightened, can you stop talking nonsense in the future, those officials feel creepy when digging, it’s still a bit scary.”

Hearing his words, Jun Ziyou stopped suddenly, and Jiang Yanqing, who was following behind him, jumped on top of him, bumping him into a stagger, "Can you..."

"The urn? Let me ask you, where is Mr. Song buried?"

"Song... what are you talking about? Of course, when a person dies, his soul returns to his hometown. Someone will definitely send him back."

"This kind of groundless affirmation is meaningless. Since it is impossible to confirm where Master Song is buried, and whether he is buried or not, the person buried under the tree may be him. I have been unable to figure it out. Why did he smash all the porcelain in the house before he died, leaving only one fish that slipped through the net that was taken away by Grandma Xiaoqian, do you think this is a coincidence?"

"Hey, maybe he's getting old and confused. People look like children when they get old. My father was also insane for a while before he left. It's just that he doesn't have much interest in throwing money and listening to it. He just likes it." ... just like..."

Thinking of this, Jiang Yanqing was finally speechless, her face turned blue, and she licked her slightly dry lips, with a complex look in her eyes, "He likes... tearing paper."

"..." Junzi You's eyes darkened, "Tear what?"

"Tear up books... all the books in the warehouse in my house... just a few scattered and torn pages."

"Old Doctor Jiang also had a close relationship with Mr. Lin in the past. After his predecessor passed away, he investigated the connection between these cases. Maybe he found nothing, but it's just not convenient to tell you. You should go back now and look through your father's relics, and see what you can find. I can't find any clues, if he left things to you, then only you must be able to understand his secrets hidden in time."

Just like, Jun Sigui is one of the mysteries left by him.

Jiang Yanqing nodded, turned around and went back home. Junziyou watched him go away, looked up at the high red walls on both sides, sighed almost inaudibly, then slowly walked towards the filthiest place in the palace city. A dilapidated corner.

Xin Zheku, once he steps in, it will be difficult for him to turn around in this life, and until he dies, he will be the most humble slave.

When the gentleman came, the palace people here were all busy with their own work. It snowed again last night. In order to prevent the nobles from accidentally falling, the snow in each palace and aisle had to be swept away. It's the old eunuch brushing the bucket in the corner.

The old eunuch was not surprised when he noticed his approach. He lowered his eyebrows and nodded towards him without even raising his head. like.

"You came to the wrong place. It's too dirty here. Go out from the door just now and walk eastward to where you should go."

"It seems that you know me very well, you have never met me before, and you know where I am going."

"Jun Shaoqing, after receiving the favor and becoming the prince and tutor, isn't the East Palace the only place he should go?"

"I didn't expect Xinzheku to be so well-informed, but I don't, I'm going to come here, come here to find you."

"Really, then is there anything I can do for you?"

The old eunuch rubbed his hands on the dirty clothes, stood up and looked at Jun Ziyou.

This man is not tall, and he is quite old, his eyes are cloudy, his eyesight is not very good, but he can see people well, the wrinkles on his face are deep, and his skin is very tanned. It seems that in this ghost The hard days in the local area can last more than a day or two.

Jun Ziyou smiled politely, "Presumptuous... Maybe not very presumptuous, you just overheard my conversation with someone, can you please return my things to me? Don't pretend to be garlic, I smelled it just now Yes, you are passing by just across the wall."

The old lady listened to his words and laughed, spreading her dirty and smelly hands in front of Jun Ziyou with an indifferent expression on her face.

"If my ears heard it, you cut off my ears. If my mouth could speak out, you cut off my tongue. If you were afraid that I could still write, you could chop off my hands... But remember, this But I can’t get it out, or else, cut off my head too.”

"A thorny head like you, Dali Temple will definitely have nothing to do with you. You are not afraid of death and even want to die a little. You will never be able to ask anything with normal methods, so the thing we serious errands are most afraid of is meeting you. Don't die, just bite your teeth and don't vomit, there's no way. Only the means of the Department of Punishment can make those who want to die yield, because there are some things in the world that are more terrifying and more desperate than death."

The old eunuch was not afraid of his intimidation, scratching his gray hair at the temples, with a look of indifference, like a dead pig not afraid of boiling water, "So what?"

"Your world-weary plot can't talk about life and death. You have endured humiliation and lived so far that you will not kill yourself by someone else. Let me guess, you must be waiting for someone. When you see it, you will be satisfied, and you will die without death." Sorry, right?"

As he said that, Jun Ziyou clapped his hands, "It looks like that person is me."

The old eunuch took a step back, the light in his eyes dimmed, as if he felt disappointed because he failed to deceive the other party, but such an ending was expected, not surprising to him.

"You and your father are carved out of the same mold. You have a good brain and a good temper. It's just that sometimes you are too paranoid. That's not a good thing. Don't learn from him. If he is still alive, he certainly doesn't want you to be involved. In the bad things back then, in the last days, what he said most often was that it would be enough to kill him alone, why bother if you say you."

"Even if the blood is connected, even if the body, hair and skin are all inherited from him, I have never felt that I have any substantive connection with him. I was not willing to admit that he is really my father until you said this. Because I also I think it’s enough to kill me alone.”

The old eunuch's eyes widened a little, and then closed again, as if the last light of the fire had been extinguished, and his heart died with it.

After a while, he heard a rustling sound, and opened a gap out of curiosity, only to see Jun Ziyou's hand spread out in front of him, holding something in his palm.

His eyes were not good, and it took him a long time to see clearly that it was a small hourglass as long as a thumb.

The grains of sand inside are relatively thick, but the passage of quicksand is very fine. You have to squint your eyes to notice the flow of time.

The old eunuch licked his lips, unable to speak.He had already guessed the meaning of Jun Ziyou's move, but he just didn't want to believe it.

"Old man, I don't have much time. Every time the hourglass is exhausted, one day has passed. I only have more than 20 days and nights left to find out the truth of the year. I don't want to die of regret."

The old eunuch swallowed his saliva, and quickly realized what he meant, he stretched out his hand in a panic, wanting to roll up Jun Ziyou's sleeves and touch his body, but he saw his dirty hands , still hesitated.

Jun Ziyou closed his eyes and sighed, rolled up his cuffs to his upper arms, exposing the poison-stained blood vessels on the inside of his arms, and tore open his neckline, allowing the other party to see similar marks around his collarbone.

He said: "When the hourglass turns No. 20 eight times, I will die. It is not a pity to die for a useless person who is dying, but I have to let the people I care about live while I am alive. No matter how greedy Everyone has a selfless side, back then you made Lin... my father, can you make me right now?"

The old eunuch's eyes were a little red, and the blood was streaming up one by one. He knew...he knew that it was impossible.

"What do you want to know?"

"all."

The old eunuch rubbed his eyes, hid the tears between his dirty fingers, said "please wait a moment", and went back to the humble servant's room.

Xu Shijun felt a little guilty that he had deceived the old man, so he hurriedly closed his collar to cover the mark on his neck.

He admitted that the marks on his arms were real, but his neck was fake. If it was really so serious that it would be difficult for him to even breathe, how could he still be jumping around like he is now?

The old eunuch went back to his room and washed his hands, changed into a clean and odorless old clothes, then staggered to Jun Ziyou, raised his hem, and knelt down for him.

Jun Ziyou had never been given such a big gift before, he was a little flustered, and wanted to help him up, but the other party took a step ahead of him and kowtowed.

"I am a slave. I have been bullied all my life, and I have knelt down countless dignitaries, but only Mr. Lin is the one I am willing to kneel. When he left, I knelt for him for three days in the direction of the prison. The only thing I can do is to stay with him from a distance and watch for him. Before I was alive, he wouldn't let me kneel. After death, even if I kneel, he won't look down on me. It's my selfishness. Kneeling For you, I can be regarded as repaying his favor to you father and son, so don't refuse any more."

"But I can't stand..."

"No, I said you can bear it, but you can bear it." The old eunuch was stubborn and stared at him, "If you don't want to, I won't say anything, you still kill me , let me take the secret to the ground and kneel to Master Lin!"

How did I bump into such an old stubborn donkey...

The gentleman thought to himself, he can only compromise.

The author has something to say: cheating and cheating, the acting skills are over the top, criticizing Mr. Shaoqing by name.

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