Self-help guide for non-professional young masters

"Master Qingchen?"

"I haven't seen you for many years. The prince and Shaoqing are still the same. They haven't changed at all. Thinking back to when you first came to Suyun Temple, you also supported each other like this. The poor Taoist heart is relieved, and he doesn't regret that Jiangling and his party rescued the young lady." Lord Qing."

Daoist Qingchen is a smart person, he knew why they came as early as the moment he saw the two people appearing. Compared with passively bringing up the past, he still hopes that "confess and be lenient" can satisfy his last wish.

However, people in the Taoist sect pay attention to cleanliness. Even if it affects the sect due to their own reasons, Daoist Qingchen still does not want to affect the reputation of Su Yunguan. The reason for waiting here is to hope that the two parties can actively cooperate and confess For the sake of letting go of Su Yunguan, who has suffered many disasters.

He looked back at the Taoist temple where he had lived for many years with melancholy, sighed almost inaudibly, and walked all the way down to a position a few steps below the two, bowed his head deeply to the person.

"The poor Taoist is a religious believer, and kneels only to the patriarch, so it is inconvenient to bow to the patriarch. I hope the prince and Lord Shaoqing will forgive me."

"What is the meaning of Daoist Qingchen? I should be grateful for your life-saving grace."

Daoist Qingchen took a step back, avoiding Junziyou's hand to help him, this time his tone was full of helplessness, "Pindao is not saving you, it is clear that he is saving himself."

Xiao Beicheng looked at the dim sky, "This is not a place to talk, the Taoist priest is waiting here on purpose, he must have thought about where to take us."

The other party smiled wryly, turned around and walked a few steps to the side of the stairs, staring at the dark forest, and asked, "Are you still willing to believe in poverty?"

At this time, no matter how many words were spoken, the gentleman walked towards the direction he was facing without raising his head, and answered with his own words.

The most important reason is that the secret guards of the Wangfu hide in various places in the mountains. Once something happens, as long as someone shouts, someone will come forward to help immediately. The second is Junziyou's trust in Taoist Qingchen. He intuitively thinks that he is dying The benefactor who saved his life at that time should have no reason to kill him.

"Thank you..."

Following the guidance of Daoist Qingchen, the two found a warm pavilion hidden in the mountains. The night in the mountains is a bit colder than that in the capital, but the stone warm pavilion is surrounded by thick curtains, as long as the inside is lit The charcoal brazier, you will not feel cold when you are in it.

There was no warm tea, no snacks, and the three men just looked at each other without saying a word, and the atmosphere felt a little weird.

The gentleman sucked the back molars that were sour from eating plums yesterday, a little unable to bear the loneliness, he took out a small bottle of strong wine that he had saved up for a good taste from his sleeve, and made three wine glasses of different shapes. It seems that he drank everywhere, and when he was drunk, he couldn't tell the difference between south, east and north, and walked away with other people's cups in his pocket.

One of the jade ones accidentally broke the edge, and anyone who drank carelessly might have their lips and tongues bleed.

Naturally, such things cannot be used by elders like Daoist Qingchen, and he didn't want to break his own tongue after getting drunk, and after tossing and tossing, the broken cup was still placed in front of Xiao Beicheng.

Xiao Beicheng's expression was not very good looking at the broken thing that contained a few drops of cat urine, and he pressed Junziyou's hands on his lap from under the table, his eyes reminded: "Don't act like you don't care about time, Go back and make more trouble!"

Daoist Qingchen nodded politely, and pushed the wine glass back to the table, "The poor Taoist is a monk, and he should not be close to wine and sex. The kindness of Master Shaoqing, the poor Taoist appreciates it."

He is also a sensible person, put his hands back in front of his body, and began to explain the truth that the two of them have been pondering all the way but have not figured out.

"My lord Shaoqing 'died of illness' in Su Yunguan, the poor Taoist saw that something was wrong, and thought that the lord had no choice but to make such a bad move, so he kept silent, worried that this matter would hurt King Jin, so he didn't tell the truth. To hide the truth from you two, when Lin Xi resigned from Lord Lin, he asked Pindao to take care of his posthumous son. Pindao thought that this might be an opportunity, so..."

"You are the one who drove me to Jiangling, right?" Junziyou asked.

Daoist Qingchen nodded, "The person was sent by Pindao, but Pindao didn't expect that group of clumsy killers to accidentally injure you, so he rushed to Jiangling when he got the news."

"Why Jiangling? Does this place have any special significance?"

"Everything is the same as what you traced, my lord. Jiangling is your birthplace, and it is also the burial of Mrs. Lin Qian... When Pindao arrived, you were lying in a hunting trap, dying. It's blood, Pindao rescued you, and placed you in a long-uninhabited hut in the mountains, where you recuperated your wounds."

Xiao Beicheng said alertly: "From the beginning to the end, how long have you been with him?"

"Eight months." Dao Qingchen sighed, "He was too sick, and fell into a coma for three months, and he couldn't live without people around him. Even if he removed the 'Bone Suppression', his body, which had been poisoned for a long time, still couldn't support it. He survived, and it took Pindao eight months to revive him."

"During this period, you were in Jiangling. Didn't anyone suspect you? Or did you secretly send him back here?"

"The lord is indeed wise. Pindao did go to Jiangling on the grounds of seclusion, but all matters in view must be handled by Pindao. If Pindao leaves for too long, there is no guarantee that he will not be discovered. To be on the safe side, Pindao chooses a Shaoqing took him back to Suyun Temple when his condition was most stable, and hid him in the back mountain to recuperate."

Daoist Qingchen touched Junziyou's arm with the handle of the whisk, and the latter understood, rolled up the sleeve of his left arm, and wrapped the bandage tightly around the front end. If he wanted to see the flesh, he had to lift it to his shoulder. It doesn't matter if you don't look at it. When he saw it, even he felt a "click" in his heart.

"This is……"

He could faintly see a faint scar on his shoulder and arm. It was a scar that he hadn't even noticed before. However, Xiao Beicheng didn't show any surprise when he saw it. His warm palm caressed him and was blown by the cold wind. With cold skin, he quickly put down his sleeves.

Daoist Qingchen sighed again, "Pindao is not a doctor after all. During those days, your condition worsened, and the skin and flesh on your body began to fester. Pindao thought that he could not save you, so he almost sent you to Prince Jin's mansion. Tell the truth to the lord, Pindao talks to you every day, if the lord knows that you have become like this, he will be so distressed that he would die, it seems that you have heard the broken thoughts, and you have miraculously recovered. "

Judging from the man's reaction just now, Xiao Beicheng must have discovered the scar on Jun Ziyou's body long ago, and guessed what happened to him in the past three years, but he never mentioned a word. In the past few days, he has endured What kind of suffering... Jun Ziyou didn't even dare to think about it.

"It took a whole month for the festering to recede and heal, and it took another two months for him to wake up. He always had a high fever and talked nonsense. From his few words, Pindao guessed the progress of his investigation, worried Knowing that this will put him in a dangerous situation, he has no choice but to..."

Xiao Beicheng's tone was calm and firm: "You tampered with his memory."

"To be precise, it's 'hypnosis'." Daoist Qingchen said with a wry smile, "This is the method left by Dr. Jiang Wuhan, especially in illness, when people's spirits are the weakest, to combine reality with sleep. If the illusion is confused and guided deliberately, people can indeed forget some things."

He put Fuchen flat on the stone table, took out a cloth bag from his arms, and carefully opened it, it turned out to be a piece of broken jade with poor quality.

"It's just that Pindao didn't expect that Master Shaoqing's mental power would be so amazing that he could remember seven or eight points of the past."

Jun Ziyou took the jade pendant from his hand, and with just one glance, he recognized that it was his father's relic. He was taken to the capital by him, but was tricked by unscrupulous jailers. He never had time to find it. This hand.

"Perhaps Shaoqing has learned that Master Lin's coffin lost four items, and this pressure jade was one of them. This object is the only thing that Master Lin's mother left for him. By his side, love is like a treasure, even if countless treasures are within easy reach after reaching a high position, he still prefers this alone."

"This dragon jade pendant is the obsession of two generations of our Lin family."

Xiao Beicheng noticed the change in his wording. Over the years, Junziyou was the only one who admitted that he was from the Lin family, a descendant of Lin Xici.

"I remembered, this is it." He tightened his grip on the jade pendant pierced by old scars.People can't help but wonder if he will crush the jade pendant because of too much force for a while.

"Dr. Jiang Wuhan once said that if hypnotherapy is to be performed, the patient must be at a time when the spirit, mind, and body are very fragile. Originally, the poor did not hold out hope. Following Dr. Jiang's method, try to You waved this jade pendant in front of your eyes and said some unrealistic things, but instead of denying it, you even...remembered it deeply."

"So, what exactly are you forcing me to forget?"

Daoist Qingchen gave another wry smile, and the bitterness was already overflowing from his eyes, "You found the things left to you by your biological father Lin Xici under the tombstone of your mother Lin Qian." He took a deep breath. Struggling extremely, after careful consideration, he decided to tell the truth, "That's a crane hairpin...it was the only token of love given to him by the late emperor before his death."

Jun Ziyou sneered with disdain, "Promised love? He has never had feelings for him, and what that thing carries is Master Lin's self-deceiving past. Even if I got it, I wouldn't care to take a second look."

"Yes, because of this, Pindao had no choice but to take it away... It is actually a life-saving talisman left by the late emperor to Mr. Lin. There are thirteen wings, each of which represents a wish to do anything wrong."

As he said, he took out a wooden brocade box from his bosom again, and knocked on the hidden lock. Inside the box was a finely crafted hairpin, with a lifelike crane on the head, and every feather on the unfolded wings was It can be clearly seen that the crane's neck is slightly curved, and its head is buried under the down feathers, which seems to be the posture of a male bird admiring itself.

"Sure enough."

However, after a rough count, it can be seen that these things are not enough, Xiao Beicheng asked: "Then, what is the wish Master Lin made to the late emperor?"

"Naturally... let go of the people he cares about the most besides his relatives."

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