Self-help guide for non-professional young masters

"The change of morality... This has always been a knot in my father's heart. Before this, no one predicted that this disaster was coming. Only Lin Xici... only Lin Xici. He knew it was Lin Xici. The conspiracy set up to wipe out dissidents, but still grateful to him for not killing him from the bottom of his heart, so that he behaved honestly in the next few decades."

Mentioning the hidden pain of his father and family, Su Qinghe seemed to have uncovered the old scabs, exposing the scars that had not been touched for many years in broad daylight.

"Back then, my father left in a hurry and only brought his family back to his hometown in a hurry. He didn't bring much property, which was not enough to support my family's property. You should also be able to guess that during these years, there was indeed a noble person who did not show his face to support Yu Su. family, otherwise, I would not have the chance to be an official in the court."

He wiped his face, took a sip of cold tea indiscriminately, relieved the hotness of his tongue, and continued: "The paradox is that although my father is grateful for Mr. Lin's life-saving grace, he doesn't think that Mr. Lin is a person who will do it for free. Good people who help with charity."

Gentleman You nodded, "I quite agree with that. If you don't have anything to show courteousness, you can either rape or steal. He is not the kind of good...fool who will do good deeds without leaving his name."

After thinking about it, he still felt that this word was more suitable for his scheming biological father.

Su Qinghe was noncommittal, "Before I left Gusu, my father told me not to have anything to do with you. I think he should be grateful for Master Lin's kindness in saving his life. In the past days, I also felt sorry for you. I am a helpless orphan, so I tacitly allowed me to be with you. But the situation in the court is changing, and what happens is unpredictable for him. To be on the safe side, he does not want me to be involved with the Lin family and his son, so after the Qionghua banquet, I Accepted Mr. An's solicitation."

"Shangshu of the Ministry of Rites, An Zhiyan?"

Su Qinghe nodded, "Master An is my immediate boss, standing with him will make my career more convenient in the future. Before leaving, my father also told me so. But I never thought that Mr. An would be Lord Si Ye's staff."

He clasped Jun Ziyou's hands on his knees, caressing the bony and uneven lines on the back of his hands uneasily, trying to decide how to say the words so as not to offend others.

"I have no grievances with Mr. Xiang in the past, and I have no enmity in recent days. I have no reason to harm him. I have always felt ashamed of him, and I have never dared to face it. Back then, a housekeeper, Liu Hui, was not enough to confuse him to leave the capital. It was me who ..."

Jun Ziyou sighed, "He doesn't know you well, he hasn't spoken to you, at most he has met you a few times, how can someone as shrewd as him not be on guard against you? He threw himself into a trap just for you to To win the trust of Yu Anzhi and Si Ye, it turns out that you did not disappoint him."

Su Qinghe didn't dare to raise his head, he knew that Junziyou's words were purely to make him feel better, and could not change the fact that he had harmed Li Ying for the rest of his life.

He didn't dare to look the man in the eyes, but kept his voice down and continued to confess: "The day you exposed me, I was relieved. I don't want to go unpunished, but I look forward to someone who can expose my crimes and let me get what I deserve. Punishment, I can't suppress the guilt and self-blame in my heart, I even hope that you can arrest me in the name of Dali Temple and judge my crimes... But that day, Lord Si Ye appeared and took you away, but I dare not resist ..."

He buried his face between his knees and admitted, overwhelmed: "I'm a coward!"

But he quickly raised his head again, looked at Jun Ziyou with a gloomy expression, and asked hoarsely, "Do I have a chance to make up for all this?"

"Yes, but you must tell me the truth." Jun Ziyou sat up, frowned, rubbed his aching chest, and coughed weakly, "Has Master Su ever left you any clues?"

Su Qinghe shook his head, "Since I came to the capital, my father hasn't contacted me again, but my mother is very concerned about it. I send letters of greeting every three days, and I keep those letters."

As he spoke, he took out a wooden box from the bookcase in front of the bed, and emptied out all the contents inside. He tied up all the family letters with strings according to the order of the year, month, and order. It's all very convenient. "

Mrs. Su was also a well-known lady in the capital. After marrying Su Lian, she still stayed out of the house. Unlike those officials and wives in the court, she didn't like to walk around. Over "petty".

She wrote a standard regular script, horizontal and vertical, and elegant handwriting. The beginning of each letter is "My son Qinghe kisses me", and the letters are nothing more than trivial matters, such as how many dogs the housekeeper gave birth to? Son, the peach tree in front of the house bears fruit again, so I have to take it out and talk about it.

Su Qinghe blushed a little, "My mother is like this, you know, maybe there is nothing important at the end of the story, she just likes to bother sending letters, and she herself said that my father always blamed her for this."

Junziyou read several family letters in a row, took out a letter from the beginning of the lunar month, held a thin layer of letter paper to the candlelight, and asked: "The letter said to bring you a few catties of small peaches grown at home. , did things come with the letter?"

"It was brought here, but Gusu is so far away from the capital, and the fruit was rotten when it was delivered. I remembered that my mother always liked to punch holes in the leftover peach pits and string them together to make bracelets. I So I left the small basket of fruits to dry, and I plan to play with those peach pits when I have free time in a few days."

"Can you show me something?"

Su Qinghe nodded, went out and took a few back in person, and as soon as he put the things in his hands, that person noticed something was wrong.

"This thing is not a peach pit."

Gentleman suffers from night blindness. When vision is poor, other senses become more sensitive, and you can detect subtle differences in touch when you touch it.

Su Qinghe took a closer look at the light. If you don't check carefully, you can't see that there are some weird lines on the surface of the peach pit. The texture cannot be changed.

What's more, after touching the peach pit, there will be a layer of grease-like slippery thing left on the hand.

"Peach pits are carved out of wood, Yanqing, help me to see if the dimples on it can be connected into characters."

Junziyou's eyes were dim, so he had to ask others to do it for him. Su Qinghe didn't take time off, so he questioned him and honestly explained the cause and effect.

"I also find it strange. In the past, my mother would ask someone to help bring some things, but they were all made by herself, such as cloth shoes, clothes and trousers. She rarely brought food. After all, Lu Yao, the weather is not good for the itinerary. To be sure, if it breaks down on the road, it will be ruined, so I wonder why she gave this basket of peaches. I was busy with affairs at the front and back, and I didn't take the time to get these things. I just took a look, and it seemed that something was wrong. "

"Mrs. Su is good at cooking. I used to like a dish of honey apricot stuffed meat that she made very much. It is to dig out the core from the bottom of the whole honey apricot, and then stuff the marinated meat stuffing. Madam's technique is very good, even if steamed Even after the sauce is done, there are no knife marks on the tender yellow apricots, so I think this should also be a clue she carefully left for you."

Speaking of his mother, although Su Qinghe knew the time was wrong, he still couldn't help asking: "Ziyou, would you... hate my mother?"

"Madam Su has treated me very well. She has treated me like a godson since she was a child. If you eat every mouthful, you will get half of my mouthful. I almost call her a foster mother. How could I hate you?"

Junziyou's expression when he spoke was exactly the same as when he was hiding behind Mrs. Su when he was a child and playing peek-a-boo with Su Qinghe. Not this, when you returned to Gusu that year, my mother almost..."

"Almost, not yet."

Junziyou didn't take it seriously, moved his legs that were frozen just now, stretched out one foot, stuffed it into Su Qinghe's arms, and kicked him in the chest, just as bad as before.

"Don't think too much, there is always room for redemption before things happen. Fortunately, Madam did not make a big mistake, and fortunately I am still alive."

"I can see that there are simple numbers engraved on it. There should be something to compare with."

Jiang Yanqing's words awakened the person in the dream, and Su Qinghe immediately came back to his senses: "Then it must be these family letters. I found that some parts of them were not quite right, for example, in the letter I received in the first month, my mother had already asked me if I wanted Qingming. I went back to my hometown to visit the grave, and I thought she was worried that the letter would arrive late and be delayed, but now it seems that is not the case."

"Madam Su is very shrewd. Like my father, the message she left to her son must be a cipher text that only the son can understand. Please see if you can find a clue."

Junziyou hurriedly handed the things to Su Qinghe, who took it, and suddenly felt that the layers of thin paper weighed as much as a thousand catties, and he couldn't lift his hands.

He asked, "Did something happen that made you so anxious?"

The man and Jiang Yanqing looked at each other, obviously asking him to stop talking, and then nodded, "Yes, all the servants in my house have been removed, I am worried that something will happen to the dark crow, and the power of the young master Instead, the first person to be threatened was Li Xiang, who was protected by him. On the other hand, it might be that Li Xiang's return to the court threatened someone's interests, so he had to remove the stumbling block of the young master first, and then give Xiangye a fatal blow "Qinghe, if you want to make up for the mistakes you made back then, this is the best opportunity."

"I see."

He said "Understood", but Su Qinghe still didn't understand it in his heart. With the temperament of a gentleman, he would not use "other people's guilt" as a support for his plan, so there must be something he hasn't revealed yet. But a real threat.

He kept his mouth shut, must have been trying to protect himself as best he could.

After a moment of entanglement, Su Qinghe still couldn't hold back, and uttered the doubts in his heart: "Ziyou, what are you hiding from me?"

The man replied dryly: "No..."

"I'm involved in this matter, right? Even if you don't ask me about these clues, it's not difficult to find them with your ability. You came to me because..."

Su Qinghe had already guessed the reason, but he didn't have the guts to say it.

Junziyou looked away, stared at the candlelight that was so blurred in his eyes, closed his eyes and raised his head, summoned up his courage, and told the truth: "Qinghe, Su Lian's name has not been crossed off the death list, This campaign, which has lasted for more than ten years, is not over yet."

The author has something to say: The conspiracy involved has begun to surface, and Su Qinghe will also end up in the mud.

Thanks to the taciturn Dongfang Yao for donating 1 landmines, thank you for feeding! !

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感谢在2020-11-2200:22:52~2020-11-2319:03:23期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the landmine: 1 Dongfangyao who is silent and taciturn; thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!