Self-help guide for non-professional young masters

Since Junziyou came back to the mansion, he has locked himself in his study to avoid seeing people. During this period, Xiao Junze even came to "study", but was refused by the maid who delivered the message, and he didn't even enter the door.

The crown prince ate a closed door, always felt that something was wrong, turned around and went to Changle Palace to visit Concubine Yan, only to find out that the maid named Xiaoyun next to her, somehow, couldn't think about it for a while, and hanged herself. When I went there, several eunuchs were busy carrying the corpse covered with white cloth out of the palace.

Seeing this situation, the people below hurriedly invited him aside, advised him not to be tainted with bad luck, and said a few more words by the way: "I heard that the Grand Tutor came to Changle Palace to ask questions, and Xiaoyun was fascinated by ghosts for a while. People took the drug and were afraid of accidents, so they committed suicide in fear of crime..."

Xiao Junze rubbed his head, he couldn't think of any reason for the maid who had served the concubine for many years to attack the gentleman, with his hands on his hips, squinting at the nodding eunuch in front of him, he sized him up from head to toe, and asked: "Do you believe what you say?"

The eunuch is very clever, "Of course, Xiaoyun and the Taifu have never met before, so there is no reason to harm him. Besides, she has been in Changle Palace for so many years, and it is difficult for her to do things that are related to the imperial concubine. It is quite suspicious... ...But she left a suicide note, saying that she had taken a fancy to the appearance and official title of the Taifu, thinking that if the raw rice was cooked and cooked, she would be able to fly on a branch and become a phoenix, so she took the medicine in a moment of confusion. But the Taifu My lord left Changle Palace before the medicine took effect, she felt that she would die if the news got out, and she didn't want to hurt the imperial concubine, so..."

These words sound reasonable, but after careful consideration, they feel full of loopholes.

Maybe it was because of traveling with the gentleman for a few days, Xiao Junze's mind also became brighter, and he immediately asked: "A court lady, who has been in the palace for so many years, where did she get the medicine? Check it out for me! If you don't check it out, everyone will find out." Don't try to run away!"

He felt that something was wrong, so he immediately informed Jiang Yanqing. The latter was in Linyi to inquire about the Wu family brothers for the past few days. When he heard about the accident in the capital, he rushed back immediately. When he rushed into the study of the Junfu, I saw Junzi lying on the ground, and I don't know how long he had been in a coma, and even his hands and feet were stiff.

He hurriedly carried him to the bed, covered him in the quilt, and yelled several times but no one came to answer him. He felt bad, so he went out to look for it, and sure enough...

Just now he came too hastily and didn't notice that the gate of the mansion was ajar and it was not locked at all. From the serving maids to the gatekeepers, all disappeared. In the huge mansion, there was only one left insane, A half-dead gentleman.

"What's the matter..."

Jiang Yanqing slapped his thigh, regretting that he was in a hurry to investigate the case, so he left Junziyou alone. If he really died, he would definitely be buried with him.

He almost applied all he had learned all his life to Jun Ziyou, and only then did the man who had been in a coma for a long time respond a little bit, his eyelids and eyelashes twitched a few times, and he opened his eyes slowly, opening his mouth: "I have to see ..."

Jiang Yanqing really wanted to slap him unconscious with two big ear scrapers, "Who do you want to see? Lord Yan??"

This doctor is also a sentimental person, knowing that a few words will definitely not be able to persuade this stubborn old bastard, so he simply pinched the main artery in his neck and rewarded him with a sweet dream.

When the person woke up, his life was saved. Jiang Yanqing finally put his heart into his stomach, and took a look at the study that almost became the scene of the person's death.

The room was a bit dark, the candles on the table had been burned to the bottom, and the corners of the table were dripping with solidified wax oil, it could be seen that the gentleman had struggled here for more than one or two nights.

If it is said that he couldn't wait to get into the study to study something when he came back from the palace, it might be...

Jiang Yanqing heard a rustling sound below him, and subconsciously stopped. He stepped on Zhang Zhanger's rice paper, and could vaguely see the writing on it.

He turned around and went out to hold a candle and came back. After lighting it up, he found that this was the place where he found Jun Ziyou fell ill just now. I am creating this "picture scroll".

That's right, there are rolling mountains and rushing rivers, it should be regarded as a magnificent and beautiful picture scroll, if...these patterns don't connect the names of people who are living or dead.

It has to be admitted that Junziyou did inherit some artistic talent from his biological father. Lin Xici had basically sketched out the outline of the unfinished works of art before his death, and only filled in the last flesh and blood.

"This is……"

"The death list that Mr. Lin has been planning all his life."

Junziyou didn't fall asleep, he should have been prepared for Jiang Yanqing, and he was unwilling to waste his few days in such a muddle.

The latter knew that it was useless to say anything to him, and it was useless to listen to human words, so he might as well save himself a breath and live for a few more days, "So, how did this thing fall into your hands?"

The man limped over and sat down on the paper. With a pale face, he forced a smile at him: "I have many friends and a wide range of roads. It's normal to know more things."

"A 'good' friend who thinks about how to put your head into a dung pile and suffocate to death all day?" Jiang Yanqing deliberately bit down on the words to express his dissatisfaction, and Jun Ziyou put his hands in his sleeves in his arms , and did not deny his words.

"I have never understood why Song Bolun, Zheng Yisheng, and Wu Fan, the three seemingly unrelated people, have an intersection with Mr. Lin. Is he a sweet potato?"

Jiang Yanqing was a little helpless, always felt that when he mentioned that person, he was always eccentric, and it sounded uncomfortable, "That's your father, so let's leave some room for what to say?"

"He's not my father, let's call him father. In fact, you can put yourself in the shoes of the three victims, why would you have anything to do with Mr. Lin?"

"That goes without saying, it must be a benefit."

"A very important premise is that he used to be a royal censor, offended many people, and later became a servant of the family, and became a decoration with no real power. He was often bullied by others, and he himself lived a precarious life. , what benefits can it bring to others? Is it half price for the graveyard if you pack it up and send it to death?"

Jiang Yanqing shut his mouth obediently, thinking deeply about the connection between several things, Jun Ziyou gave a timely reminder: "Song Bolun was the Secretary of the Central Committee at the time, and this position was called 'right prime minister' at the time, which shows that the power is extraordinary. Some people will help Master Lin because he is regarded as a substitute for the son who died young, do you believe it?"

Jiang Yanqing shook his head resolutely when he asked the question, "This matter is outrageous. Song Bolun is an old man. Even if he can't have a son, he can find relatives and friends to adopt one. Why bother to find comfort from Mr. Lin, hug him?" You got stabbed all over by a hedgehog, and you have to be on guard against him biting back at any time?"

"So the intersection of their interests is not in the absurd false father-son relationship, but..."

"No way, so evil? How old was Song Bolun at that time, could he still be hard? How could he have the guts to play with the late emperor?"

As soon as the words came out of his mouth, Jiang Yanqing felt that the atmosphere was not right, so he slapped his mouth very consciously, hoping that Jun Ziyou, who was staring at him coldly, could think that he just let out a loud fart.

"Do you know the terms of reference of Zhongshu Ling?"

"That is to help the emperor deal with some miscellaneous matters, mainly sorting out the secret documents submitted by the court and the local government. Anyone who makes a small report or something has to go through his eyes first. He nodded before the documents can be handed over to the emperor. "

"So, his understanding of the officialdom is better than that of the former emperor in some respects. It can be considered that Master Lin approached him for this reason, and paid a price within his ability. The servant of the door is also an official position second only to the prime minister. , it can be regarded as dismissal, everything is under the emperor's order, directly subject to the emperor's order, without going through anyone, you said these two stinky fishes get together, what good things can they plan?"

Jiang Yanqing wondered in her heart how could she say such things about her father, if Lin Xici's bones had not been burned by him in Jingling, she might have jumped out and strangled him, an unfilial son, to death.

But the reasoning seems to make sense... A Zhongshu Ling and a servant under the door, colluding together, really makes people unable to think of anything good.

Junziyou's hand followed the two branch lines marked with names on the scroll, "Lin Xici" and "Song Bolun", and soon converged into a thicker line, leading to the time point of "Qiande Six Years". ", an earth-shattering event happened in the court that year...

"The change of Qiande... At that time, the former emperor thoroughly cleaned up the court, broke off the hands and feet of King Mu and King Han, and painstakingly removed the rotten flesh that corrupted the court. Resigned to save their lives. Seeing that the charges could not be cleared, there were not a few people who committed suicide for the sake of their families. The first emperor angrily killed dozens of civil servants in a few months. As for those generals, most of them were assigned to guard the frontiers until the new emperor took the throne. Amnesty to the world, only to release people."

"I think that Master Lin and Song Bolun planned this massacre. The purpose is very simple. To cut off the broken branches, no matter how few flowers and leaves are left, they can be used by themselves. My dear My friend gave me a roster of personnel who were purged at that time, you can check to see if there are any familiar names in it.”

Without digging into the identity of the "friend" he was talking about, Jiang Yanqing took the list from him, turned to the first page, and found a familiar name.

"... Zhang, Zhang Hongyi?"

"Do you still remember the general Zhang who died naked with the little boy in Nanfeng Pavilion? It was the one whose whole head was chopped off and decapitated in a pool of blood. That's what I handled after I arrived in the capital." In the fourth case, several key points were ignored at that time, that is Zhang Hongyi's identity, the strange situation at the scene, the real murderer, and the reason for his killing."

Jun Ziyou rubbed his dry eyes, put his hands that were white with cold to his mouth, and breathed on the hot air to warm him up.

"As we all know, Zhang Hongyi belonged to the Empress Dowager. He died for no apparent reason. The Empress Dowager was the first to be unable to sit still. This also explained the reason why he was exiled to the frontier. People who are close to the mother of King Mu stay with her, but civil servants are easy to get, but military generals are hard to find. It would be a pity to kill them all. It would be better to use the waste and send them to the border gate to beat the barbarians. Zhang Baoquan was honored by the late emperor , you have to remember the virtues of the former emperor, and make sure you don’t lose money.”

Seeing that he was so cold that even his voice was trembling, Jiang Yanqing moved a brazier in and lit grass leaves to try to ignite the charcoal fire, but it has become warmer in Chang'an these days, the snow has melted a lot, and the charcoal is damp, so it is not so easy to burn Then, while he was lighting the fire, Jun Ziyou continued talking.

"At that time, Zhang Hongyi's death was concluded with the murderer Jiang Jun being silenced. The killer who came out to cover the case was also silenced in prison before the interrogation. What Dark Crow did was because he didn't have the ability to fight against it at the time, and he planned to settle the score later. Now that he thinks about it, he really wronged Qin Nangui. He didn't have that much ability to kill Zhang Hongyi. Three years have passed. turn."

Jiang Yanqing listened to his words with his left ear, and popped out of his right ear again. He was only thinking about this rubbish thing that would not light up. Finally, he lost his patience, threw the thing on the ground, and asked angrily: "What do you want?" It depends on when the servants are on vacation? I'm not a three-headed Nezha, I can't take care of them."

Jun Ziyou seemed to have tinnitus, it took him a long time to realize what he said, and asked, "What did you say?"

"You don't even have a ghost in your house, otherwise, why have you been unconscious in the study for so long and no one found it... Wasn't it you who gave someone a vacation?"

Having said that, the two said in unison: "Oops!"

Qin Nangui helped to set up the mansion in the Junfu, and the servants in the mansion were all Dark Crows, just because they were afraid that something might happen to him.

Now people withdrew without knowing why, and didn't have time to leave half a word, only to explain...

—Something happened to Raven.

The author has something to say: Thank you for reading the text, the little cute duck~