Self-help guide for non-professional young masters

"Your Majesty, I asked a painter to draw a portrait of the deceased and posted it in various parts of the city. Someone recognized him as the eldest son of the old Lei family in the east of the city, and it turned out to be true. The three generations of the Lei family's ancestors were all poor. , life suddenly got better, the three sons of the family always sneak out at night, close the door to sleep during the day, and don’t interact with people very much. .”

What Xing Jinbao said was well-founded, and he also produced the testimony of the second and third children of the Lei family.

"The three brothers of the Lei family look alike, and the yamen servant under Xiaguan is very good at handling things. With a little trickery, the second brother confessed to killing his brother. Look..."

Xiao Beicheng didn't pay much attention to the evidence he presented, and while smoking, he focused on stroking Xiao Hei, completely ignoring the prefect of Gusu.

When Xing Jinbao's mouth was so dry that he couldn't spit out any saliva, he asked Shen Ci to serve him a cup of tea.

"Prefect Xing said so much, it is nothing more than to confirm the crime of murdering the brothers of the Lei family, but you have a few tomb robbers in Gusu, and how many people died in internal strife has anything to do with this king? Mr. was pushed that day. Almost died in the water, what this king wants is an explanation, and who did it, is it difficult?"

Being questioned speechlessly, Xing Jinbao's head was covered in cold sweat, and he apologized with a smile: "What the prince said is true, don't worry, although they haven't confessed yet, they will always say it if they use torture. "

"What the king wants is the truth, it's a statement, not a slap in the face, let alone committing suicide in fear of crime. The magistrate must take good care of them and don't let them make any trouble, otherwise the king will personally intervene in this matter, but he won't be able to find them people would be in trouble."

"Yes, yes, what the lord said is very true..."

It was only after Lai drank three cups of tea in the posthouse that Xing Jinbao resigned. Shen Ci followed Xiao Beicheng's order and went back to the government office. As expected, he heard some secrets, and when he came back to tell the truth, he happened to meet an acquaintance in front of the door. People invited in.

This acquaintance was none other than the old official who had given Xiao Beicheng a finger puller earlier, and now he is a commoner and kind-hearted, so Xiao Beicheng met him in the gentleman's room, and he didn't carry anyone behind his back.

In the past few days, Junziyou's illness has not improved much, and he always looked exhausted. The doctor comforted Xiao Beicheng and said that as long as his current condition does not get worse, it will be a good thing. Now that he is seriously ill, it is not easy to move, and treat him for a little better It is necessary to send back to the capital as soon as possible, and ask a doctor with more advanced medical skills for diagnosis and treatment.

And this old man has never met the gentleman You Su, but when he met him, he felt an inexplicable sense of intimacy, and at a glance he saw the reason why Xiao Beicheng treated him kindly, and even gave him his own health care prescription.

Xiao Beicheng was introduced by someone, "Senior Mo, this is Junziyou, a disciple of the palace. He is from Gusu like you. He is good at solving cases and has unique insights in everything. He is a talent that can be used."

Hearing him praise himself so blatantly, Jun Ziyou was a little embarrassed, smiled at people embarrassedly, and said coyly: "Don't dare to be, dare not be, it's far worse than the prince."

Mo Wencheng, who had skin and hair and white hair, was in his early twenties, stroked his gray beard, and smiled kindly.

"This young master has a predestined relationship with this old man. Why don't I give you another gift to keep you healthy and healthy."

As he spoke, he took out a piece of Runyu the size of an egg from his bosom. The surface was polished smooth and delicate, without any engraved patterns. The stone was clear without any impurities. It was a high-quality product.

"Mr., things are so precious, how dare I..."

"Take it, you will have a catastrophe in your life, if you don't make it through, your life may be in danger, the old man gave you this thing, I also hope that you can cross this hurdle safely, so that you can support the prince in the future, don't let the old man live up to your expectations."

Jun Ziyou noticed that when Mo Wencheng said this, Xiao Beicheng's face was not very good-looking, and he was still wondering why a person like King Jin would care so much about these superstitions, could he have seen someone's shadow in him?This matter has become a knot in the heart, and it has become a knot in the future.

He tentatively asked: "If I die, how will it affect the prince?"

Mo Wen has been an official for a long time, he is shrewd, and he gave ambiguous answers with a polite smile.

"A prince or auspicious person has his own aura. Losing one of his disciples will naturally not affect his future career, but not necessarily the others..."

It's really on point.

Of course, Mo Wencheng did not come here just to give gifts, "My lord, I know that the gift I gave earlier caused you trouble, and I heard that you have been in trouble recently, so I came here to have a look. I see that you are not at ease." Don't worry, don't worry."

"Thank you, Senior Mo, for your concern. The object was donated to Prime Minister Li by the king, and there is no problem yet. On the Gusu side, what I have experienced is really enough to make me speechless. When it comes to the important points, I have to ask the old man. Sir, what do you know about Dragon God Mountain?"

"This old man is also in the middle of the game. It's hard to say anything. I can only give a piece of advice to the prince. These native masters who are entrenched near the Dragon God Mountain are vicious and have done countless evils. They are no different from robbers who rob houses. A strong dragon can't beat a snake, my prince It's better to be careful, don't get involved too deeply, otherwise it may be dangerous."

Xiao Beicheng nodded in agreement, as to whether he listened to the words or not, only he himself knew.

Concerned about Mo Wencheng's words, Jun Ziyou was in a trance, so that they didn't care about what they said next, until after Mo Wencheng left, he plucked up the courage to ask: "My lord, is there anyone around you who has a serious illness?" A sick person?"

The man was a little surprised, "Why do you ask that?"

"Just wondering if anyone who has ever had asthma is important to you."

After asking this question, Jun Ziyou regretted it, and seeing Xiao Beicheng looking at him with suspicious and sad eyes, he knew that he had guessed correctly.

Xiao Beicheng didn't answer, and left the door without saying a word, and he didn't visit him again for a long time.

And Junziyou fell into a drowsy sleep for a long time, with a high fever, and his body was very uncomfortable. When he woke up, he found that someone had applied a towel soaked in cold water for him, and grabbed the person's hand, talking nonsense.

"I'm sorry, I took the liberty today. I shouldn't have asked so directly. Don't be mad at me."

He was also burnt out, his eyes were hazy, and he didn't see clearly that the person serving in front of him was Shen Ci.

The other party sighed, fed him water to moisten his throat, and said helplessly: "My lord went out to investigate the case, and left me to take care of you. Seeing that his face is not very good, I know that you have a conflict."

"It's you... I really took the liberty to ask him if he knew anyone who had a serious disease or asthma, which was very important to him. I was also confused to ask whether it was serious or not. If you don’t, it’s too late to regret it.”

"...How can you ask this? It has always been a knot in the prince's heart. He has regretted it for many years and has been blaming himself."

Shen Ci looked very distressed, it could be seen that Junziyou was suffering from illness, so he couldn't bear to blame him, brought the chicken soup that he had prepared early in the morning, and helped him remove the bone from the chicken.

"You came to the capital late, so naturally you couldn't hear the royal secrets. In fact, the chicken soup sent these days was made by the prince himself. You can't taste the taste when you are sick. You don't know that the soup is full of fragrance. Even the royal chefs in the palace can’t compare to it. The prince can practice such skills because he served people with illnesses when he was young. You guessed it right, there is indeed someone beside him who has asthma, and for the prince Very important woman."

"woman……?"

The gentleman's mind sank.

"That's right, that person is his mother, the eldest princess who has passed away."

It seemed as if he had choked on a dry and hard steamed bun in his throat, and Jun Ziyou suddenly couldn't swallow the mellow chicken soup.

Shen Ci handed the soup bowl in front of him, "Don't, my lord specifically asked you to finish it before leaving. If you don't drink it, my lord will definitely feel that I didn't take good care of you."

"...I always thought he was the prince."

"Don't be ridiculous, the eldest son of the emperor is only [-] years old this year, and he is staying in the palace honestly. When the eldest princess married Yue Shi and gave birth to the prince, the prince should have been the prince over there. But later the Yue clan was in civil turmoil and the Yue clan king was killed, the emperor felt sorry for the eldest princess, so he took her and the prince who was only two years old back to Dayuan."

Jun Ziyou lowered his eyes and said sadly: "He must have had a hard time in the imperial court. Half of the blood of the foreign race is flowing in his body. There are not a few people who will make a fuss about it."

"This is something for later. The weather in the Western Regions was bad back then, and the eldest princess unfortunately suffered from asthma, and she failed to recover after returning to the capital. The prince was young and sensible, and felt sorry for the eldest princess' illness, and was afraid that the servants would not serve her well. I took care of it myself. It’s a pity that the eldest princess was too sick and didn’t survive. She passed away in the spring when the prince was 12 years old. The prince missed the eldest princess and also suffered a serious illness. Let him go away, and leave him in the capital."

Seeing that Junziyou was hurt by this, Shen Ci couldn't bear it, so he hurriedly fed him the leftover chicken soup while it was hot.

"My lord was indifferent to you at first, and I didn't seem to care much about you, but after hearing that you had asthma, you seemed to be a different person. I must have seen the shadow of the old princess from you, and I don't want you to leave him alone." It's a pity, so you also understand and understand the prince, so let him worry less."

After persuading Junziyou to rest in this way, Shen Ci packed up the dishes and went out when he saw the back of Xiao Beicheng sitting in front of the court smoking alone.

The man glanced at him, then concentrated on stroking Xiao Hei in his arms, and looked at the hazy shadow of Longshen Mountain in the distance.

Shen Ci was a little guilty, and took the initiative to talk to someone: "My lord...you won't be angry with me, will you?"

"What are you angry about, you're telling the truth."

"I'm afraid you will feel that I don't know the importance and missed a big deal."

"If you can let him recover from his illness with peace of mind and get well sooner, I have to thank you very much."

As he spoke, he asked Shen Ci to sit beside him again, feeling very melancholy.

"It is indeed because of my mother that this king cares about him so much, but I don't want him to think that this care is all because of the eldest princess. To this king, he is a different existence from others."

"So the lord... But you really fell in love with Mr.?"

"If you don't want your tongue, you can cut it off and feed it to the dog. Say something weird to make people hate you. It really gives you courage."

moved the truth...

It's almost tempting...