Self-help guide for non-professional young masters

Ye Lanchen woke up, but Jiang Yanqing was disabled.

He didn't close his eyes all night, and he was racing against time and time to snatch people away from Lord Yan. If he lost his mind for a moment, he might be killed. The patient had no choice but to resort to the method of stabbing the butt with a cantilever with the head, and he just slashed seven times on his arm.

Seven knives, seven deep and strong wounds, that is the responsibility he has to bear as a doctor.

"It seems that I have to kneel for three days and three nights to apologize to him."

Xiao Beicheng moved Jiang Yanqing to the bed with his hands, Jun Ziyou helped him take off his boots and coat, and pulled up the quilt guiltily, with some regret.

In the past few days, Jiang Yanqing guarded him every step of the way, trying every means to detoxify him. You must know that he was just playing tricks and even lied to his own people, so he had to cut him with a knife.

Xiao Beicheng said comfortingly: "He is your doctor in charge, so he may not have noticed that your condition has improved."

"But I don't think his reaction to the painful decision yesterday was pretending."

"Don't worry about this, I have my own way to treat him." All this seemed to be within Xiao Beicheng's expectation, looking at the time, he reckoned that it was time to come...

Thinking this way, the two of them suddenly heard someone knock on the door, and then poked their heads out from the crack of the door, looked inside, "My lord, I'm here to bring you... medicine."

Steward Liu saw the two brothers of Jun's family turning their heads to look at him at the same time, and then remembered that his prince was pretending to be Jun Zi'an, so he shook the medicine box in his hand at them.

After returning to Beijing to recuperate for a while, his injury has healed, and the old injury on his leg has basically recovered, and there is no abnormality when he walks.

Seeing his incomprehensible face, Jun Ziyou suddenly realized that it was like this, order tofu in brine, and one thing would drop one thing... It turns out that Jiang Yanqing's life gate is Liu Guanjia, and the prince really knows how to prescribe the right medicine.

"Yu Qing, in the next few days, you should stay in the Su Mansion first. Ye Lanchen almost died in the fire, and he must be taken care of by reliable people. Now I can only trust you. Also, don't let anyone know that I am identity of."

Xiao Beicheng made a silent gesture, butler Liu understood, so he nodded, took out an exquisite medicine box the size of a palm from his arms, and handed it to him.

When Junziyou saw this thing, he almost fainted from anger, good guy, Yanhua Pavilion's milk moisturizer, he really knows this stuff very well.

Liu Yuqing really understood.

When he was going out, he murmured, "Who did this guy learn from? It couldn't be that he was not clean from the beginning, right? That's too good at pretending."

"How old do you think he is? He is still as innocent as a piece of paper like Shenci. Once an older person is sure of his feelings, his love will be as violent as a storm. He has to put away the past years of innocence and asceticism. Give it back."

"Wang... Elder brother also seems to understand very well. When it comes to Shenci, he should still be helping Yefu. I don't know if there are any clues in the fire scene."

The two walked together to the other courtyard where Ye Lanchen lived temporarily, knocked lightly on the door, and a low-pitched cough came from inside, which was regarded as a response, and Jun Ziyou pushed the door open and entered.

Inside the house, Qin Nangui, who had just been healed by Jiang Yanqing's bone scraping, was leaning against the window. During the fire scene, he blocked the fallen debris for Ye Lanchen, and sharp wooden wedges and iron nails pierced into the flesh. Not very good, it happens to be at the joint of the shoulder and arm, if it is not done well, this arm will be useless in the future.

In order to keep his arm, Jiang Yanqing had to peel off his dirt-tainted flesh, and gave him some anesthetics to help relieve the pain. Until now, Qin Nangui was still groggy, but it was Ye Lan who had been tossed all night Chen was full of energy, staring at them quietly with his dark eyes open.

This scene is a bit weird, just like the scene where the two of them watched Jun Ziyou, who entered together, and Jun Zi'an, who "on the surface" was not compatible with him, was also very weird.

Qin Nangui wiped his face and rubbed his bloodshot eyes to wake himself up a bit. He pointed to the two round stools not far away: "Sit down, I don't have the energy to entertain you right now, sorry."

Jun Ziyou was not polite to him either, he moved a stool and sat in front of the bed, trying to pinch Ye Lanchen as a comfort, but found that the man was covered with bandages all over his body, like a rice dumpling, he had nowhere to start, so he shrank back in embarrassment hand.

"How's the situation?"

"Doctor Jiang said that he inhaled too much smoke and dust, his throat was burned, and the pus and blood were stuck in it and he couldn't spit it out. After a long time, the wound would deteriorate... In order to save Lan Chen's life, he cut his throat and released the pus and blood. It was saved, but in the future...he won't be able to speak."

Qin Nangui took a deep breath, unable to accept this fact, but Ye Lanchen himself was quietly watching, as if he was still grateful for his life.

In comparison, the injury on his right wrist was not too serious. Jun Ziyou held his hand and felt that something was wrong. After thinking about it, he put it in Qin Nangui's palm and said softly to Ye Lanchen. : "Master Ye, I have a few questions to solve, if yes, you can tap your finger, if not, you can shake it, okay?"

Ye Lanchen tapped Qin Nangui's palm lightly, and the latter nodded towards him.

The gentleman asked: "Yesterday, but you set fire to the Ye Mansion in order to seek death?"

The answer is no, this is not beyond Jun Ziyou's expectations, just as he guessed yesterday, people who want to die will never have the desire to survive like Ye Lanchen.

"Then what did you do before and after the incident, did you see any suspicious people?"

Ye Lanchen shook his finger again, then looked at Qin Nangui, who answered on his behalf: "Doctor Jiang already found the answer to this question yesterday, Lanchen had a blunt wound on the back of his head, he was knocked out of."

The man looked at him, his eyes confirmed his guess, Qin Nangui continued: "I think, after Chi Min left, Lan Chen was really depressed, so he wanted to take a nap to escape from reality. He has always had this habit. When there is something that cannot be solved, he will sleep first to calm his mind, if someone beat him while he was resting, then he may not have the chance to see the murderer's face."

"That makes sense, so who knows that Lord Ye has this habit? Also, what is the purpose of Lord Ye sending Chi Min away and letting him run errands around the city?"

Hearing this, Ye Lanchen seemed a little nervous, swallowed subconsciously, touched the wound in his throat, and it took a long time for him to recover from the pain.

He didn't admit it, but he didn't deny it either. After struggling for a while, he finally moved his fingers and wrote something in Qin Nangui's palm.

He wrote very slowly, and he had to pause for a long time for each word, obviously the injury was not optimistic.After writing a few words, the bandage wrapped around his arm leaked blood. Qin Nangui pressed his hand to prevent him from writing any more.

However, Ye Lanchen's stubbornness was also the one who could not be pulled back by three donkeys. He forcibly pulled his hand out of the man's palm, insisted on writing down his testimony stroke by stroke, and then looked at Junziyou with a look in his eyes. With firmness.

"Lan Chen said that the reason he dismissed Chi Min was actually to seek proof. In his bedroom, there is a darkroom built underground, which contains the evidence he has collected over the years. He just learned that Mo Wencheng is his father, Ye Suifeng. , I found it unbelievable, so I wanted to find clues from past letters, but I was knocked out before I entered."

"Then where did the young master find Mr. Ye yesterday?"

Qin Nangui lowered his eyebrows and said in a heavy tone, "In the main room. I went to the bedroom first and found a body there. I thought it was...but after checking, I found that the body was not Lan Chen, so I Knowing that after Chi Min left, either he moved his position, or someone deliberately took him away, and the body might be the prisoner who he went looking for after he left. The main house was the most serious fire at that time, and I intuitively felt that It's not good, I rushed in without thinking too much, and sure enough... Lan Chen is there."

"Did you find anything at that time?"

The other party shook his head, "The situation is critical, I didn't notice too much, I just remember that Lan Chen was lying in the corner, that is... the corner on the left hand side as soon as the main house entered the door. There was an antique vase there before, it was his father's life. My favorite, he was not willing to take it as a relic. He was curled up on the ground with blood on his head. After I picked him up, the door collapsed. He and I were stuck near the corner and couldn't escape at all. So I took the risk and waited until the wall collapsed before I escaped."

"I see, I would like to take the liberty to ask you a question, Raven..."

Qin Nangui rubbed his sore temples, "Don't mention it, I don't know who used my name to trick all my people out of the city and wiped them all out... When I checked their bodies, I got information about what happened to Ye's mansion." news, only a few reliable domestic servants were sent to deal with the following matters, and they hurried back. It is worth mentioning that almost all of them had their throats cut and were killed by one blow. If it wasn't for the bloodstains, it would take a lot of work to find out the cause of death."

Junziyou sighed when he heard the words, feeling a little helpless, "Young Lord... even if the deceased was one of your subordinates, you still have to report such a serious incident to the government. If it happened suddenly, you were injured again. For the sake of it, I will not pursue it this time, but please send the deceased to Dali Temple later to find out the truth and comfort their spirits in heaven, do you have any objections?"

At this point, Qin Nangui was defeated like a mountain, and it was not his turn to say no, so he had to compromise.

Jun Ziyou turned his head, looked at Xiao Beicheng who had remained silent all along, felt that he had nothing to say to bother the two seriously injured, so he smiled and nodded at Ye Lanchen.

"I'm finished with Jun San's questioning, and the general situation has been understood, and the next step is to investigate the scene. Don't worry, young master, I will definitely give Master Ye an explanation. It will not be easy for anyone who wants to harm people under the nose of Dali Temple. Farewell."

After saying that, he pulled Xiao Beicheng out the door. The latter held back for a long time, and finally found a place where no one was around to let out a sigh of relief. It's going to warp again.

Junziyou was laughing at the side: "The face can be camouflaged to □□ split, so that people can't detect any problems at first glance, but the voice is difficult, unless the vocal cords are stimulated by foreign objects, otherwise it must be professional. A ventriloquist. No matter how blind others are, they can’t even see the silver needles in your neck, so the aggrieved prince can only pretend to be dumb.”

Xiao Beicheng gritted his teeth in hatred, and pinched the tip of his nose, "Remember, I will find it on you sooner or later!"

"You're being unreasonable, and it's not me... Hiss, I suddenly remembered something."

Seeing his serious face, Xiao Beicheng thought that he had some shocking secrets that he didn't confess, and wanted to lean in to listen, but this guy came up with a "pooh", leaving a wet spot on his thin fake face. mouth watermark.

"Suddenly remembered, this is owed your favor."

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