Self-help guide for non-professional young masters

Daoist Qingchen paused for a moment, and when the water in his eyes dissipated, he choked up slightly and continued: "The feathers of the crane can exercise military power. Marquis Ding'an died, but [-] cavalry were transferred to him from Xiliang in Mobei. If not, Marquis Ding'an would not be able to return to Beijing alive."

"What about the other one?"

"... I'm ashamed." Daoist Qingchen got up, bowed deeply to Junziyou, his forehead almost touched the top of the stone table. "Before Pindao became a monk, there was a son of the secular family who was stationed in Yanxi, and the army was in danger. The emperor refused to send troops to support him. Pindao was eager to save his son, so he had no other choice..."

Speaking of which, it was half a year ago that Rong and Di invaded the border. Although they knew that the border was in full swing, the common people and even the officials of the DPRK and China seldom knew the situation of the battle, so that they mistakenly thought that the war had subsided.

Speaking of this, Jun Ziyou couldn't sit still, "The border is in an emergency, how can the officials of the DPRK and China not know?"

Daoist Qingchen took out the letter paper pressed under the box, it was a letter from home, with a quick glance, he saw the words "one hundred thousand elite soldiers" and "critical", the words were sincere, and every sentence pierced his heart, thanking his parents for their support Well, he also expressed his determination to die for the country, which is clearly a farewell note.

Monks are also human beings, as long as there are still people who care about them, they will not be able to truly purify the six senses and forget the worldly relationship. There is no need to overwhelm others with rules and regulations.

But now, what Junziyou can't figure out most is why the emperor turned a blind eye when Rongdi violated the border.

Is it a bitter trick played by Daoist Qingchen, or is there really something else hidden?

Just when he was determined to ask the bottom line, there was a sudden rustling sound outside the warming pavilion. Xiao Beicheng thought it was some hidden guard who was clumsy, and he didn't pay attention to it, but the sound kept going, accompanied by the crisp sound of a hard object knocking on the door. ring.

"My lord, go out and have a look."

"Hey, Wang..."

Jun Ziyou always felt that something was wrong, and he couldn't say anything for a while, he just wanted to wait for the person to come back and ask, but after waiting for a long time, there was no movement outside and the person came back, the disobedience in his heart The discomfort became more and more intense.

He opened the door and saw Xiao Beicheng was standing a few steps away, his expression was hidden in the night, he couldn't see it clearly, although it was just a flash, but he was sure that he saw the fleeting crystal.

"Ziyou, something happened in the palace."

Holding the note in his hand, Xiao Beicheng turned his face away, not wanting him to see his uneasiness at this moment.

After a long time, he settled down, and let go of Xue Hun on his arm.

Over the years, the white falcon has also grown into a huge adult raptor, flying over their heads and lingering a few times, as if wanting to land on Junziyou's shoulder to take a good look at his long-lost friend, but Xiao Beicheng's whistle is sad and desolate. The snow soul who obeyed his words didn't insist, and flew into the sky with wings.

After it left, Xiao Beicheng turned around slowly, handed the note soaked in cold sweat to Junziyou's hand, and before the latter could carefully read what was written on it, he grabbed his hand and squeezed it tightly.

To be honest, the force on his hand hurt a little, but he gritted his teeth and kept silent, quietly waiting for the man to pass the hurdle in his heart and tell him the truth.

"Ziyou..." Xiao Beicheng's voice trembled, his voice couldn't help trembling slightly, "Grandmother... collapsed."

In just one sentence, as if he had exhausted all his strength, Xiao Beicheng's knees softened, and he was about to kneel down. Junziyou hurriedly supported him, let him lean into his arms, and gently patted his shoulder .

At such a time, any words of comfort are useless, and only Jun Ziyou, who has personally experienced the pain of the death of a loved one, can understand the heart-piercing despair.

"Qing Jue, you still have me." He hugged the man, pressed against his cool cheek, trying to kiss away the tears from the corner of the man's eyes, but what he touched with the tip of his tongue was dry.

Xiao Beicheng's expression was a little numb, and he said: "Maybe I'm kneeling on the ground and crying hoarsely, that's the reaction a junior who has lost a loved one should have. Am I too hard-hearted..."

"No, when the pain is deep, people will be numb, Qing Jue, look at me." Jun Ziyou held the man's face and kissed him on the chin without tiptoe, "That's not the case, at least not This should be the case, this person has passed away, the only thing we can do is to seek justice for her."

The man took a step back, looked away, then bent down to squat down, put his hands in his hair, and pressed his painful head, which was an obvious gesture of avoidance.

He smiled bitterly: "She died because of me. Even if I was the murderer, it would not be an exaggeration. How can I get justice for her, unless I pay for my life."

"No, no, don't be so clear, it wasn't you who killed her, it wasn't you..." Junziyou hugged Xiao Beicheng behind him, hoping that this action would give him the most needed sense of security.

He blamed himself very much, obviously this tongue is so smart that it is noisy, but when it is really time to use it, it is dumb again.

If he could say a few words of comfort, that person wouldn't be as sad as he is now... Junzi Youxiang.

In the final analysis, he is still too incompetent...

Before Junziyou could sink down, he felt a warmth on the back of his hand. Looking up, Xiao Beicheng covered his hand. His eyes were still full of pain and sadness, but at least he could barely pull out a smile.

"I'm lying to you. It's not so easy to get depressed. I just suddenly felt the sadness of being alone and alone after Mr. Jun passed away. It's good to have you by my side. Won't be alone."

Xiao Beicheng turned around and hugged Junziyou, repeating again and again: "It's great to have you here..."

The gentleman avoids his wounds, and when he looks down, he suddenly sees a touch of emerald green, he can't wait to drag the man to see this rare scene, and kneels on one knee in front of the grass, for fear of disturbing the peace of the new student like.

He said: "Qing Jue, look, spring is here... The cold winter that has shrouded Chang'an for several months has finally receded, and dawn and dawn are close at hand."

Xiao Beicheng pressed his lips against his, the cold and soft touch did not have the burning and hotness of lust, just touched him lightly, seeking the comfort he deserved.

"Qingjue, no one will really leave, as long as you miss them, they will always be there."

"You're right, spring is here, and this cold snap should be over."

Xiao Beicheng pulled Junziyou to his feet, and bowed slightly to Daoist Qingchen, "I have been bothering you a lot today, and if I haven't finished asking, I will visit you later. I hope the Taoist priest can stay in Suyun Temple quietly and don't run away from the capital." , let alone escape to..." He swallowed back the rest of the words.

Daoist Qingchen understands that too many people have already died after the investigation of this case. The next one is one.

"Master Shaoqing, this hairpin..."

The gentleman stood up, patted the dust on the corner of his clothes, took the hairpin from Taoist Qingchen, casually tied his long hair in a knot, and inserted it crookedly.

"Man, as you get older, your hair volume will decrease. What's the use of giving this thing away? Isn't it just to add trouble..."

He was too seriously ill in the early years, and there were not a few of his black hairs left. Only in recent days has he improved. Looking at his black hair, Xiao Beicheng really felt that his body was getting better.

"With such a bird thing on it, the weight on your head is so heavy that you can't breathe. It's no wonder Mr. Lin doesn't care about it..."

"Ziyou, it's time for you too..." Xiao Beicheng suddenly choked up, the words stuck in his throat, and he couldn't speak.

Even if he didn't say it clearly, Jun Ziyou knew what he wanted to express. After so many years, he should stop complaining about the father who gave birth to him. It's time to admit their relationship from the bottom of his heart.

At times like this, this was indeed the comfort he needed most.

"...Okay." Jun Ziyou replied softly, "After this case is settled, my lord will accompany me back to Gusu. I think it's better to let him stay with the most reliable person after so many years of wandering around."

It seems that this matter has not been in his heart for a day or two. In his dreams, he wants Lin Xici to escape the turmoil in the capital and sleep with the person who really loves him. He also knows that he has been lonely for these years, Jun Si Who is the vacant seat next to Guishen reserved for?

There was a drizzle of rain falling on his face and lips, and he licked it lightly, it was actually a sweet taste.

He stood on the mountain road, holding Xiao Beicheng's hand, resting his chin on his shoulder, and said in a soft voice: "After this spring rain passes, everything will recover. It's time to let this conspiracy that has spanned 20 years come to an end." it's over."

"Ziyou..."

"I don't want to spend my whole life here, I have to save a good life to have fun with you."

He leaned close to the man's neck, raised his head and gently grabbed his earlobe, sucking the soft and cool taste, licking with the tip of his tongue, as if he wanted to tear him apart.

He said: "Qingjue, when everything is over, I will marry you."

Xiao Beicheng was slightly stunned, and immediately felt relieved: "You are already the concubine of my King Jin, why, do you still want to renege on your debt?"

"That time doesn't count..."

"Why not?"

Jun Ziyou pursed his lips and muttered, with a reluctant expression on his face, "At that time, I was trapped by Si Ye and forced into the sedan chair, but I didn't even see my groom, so I got married in a daze. , moreover..."

He lowered his voice, Xiao Beicheng asked, and it took him a long time to understand the meaning of his words: "When I was in Jiangling, I almost gave a baby a yin relative. It takes great joy to wash away my frustration."

"Okay, I'll listen to you." Xiao Beicheng wrapped his arms around his waist, bent his knees slightly, and buried his head in his arms, his voice was slightly hoarse, "It's up to whoever you want to invite, how many tables to set up, and how many gifts you want to accept." you."

It's rare that Xiao Beicheng is willing to give him face, and follow his words to say something happy, but the more happy the event is, the more he can feel the grief and helplessness in his heart.

"Ziyou..." He was like a well-behaved child, cautiously, "The imperial grandmother is gone, I haven't had time... I haven't had time to tell her the truth about her mother's death, why, how did she..."

His voice was trembling, and he looked helpless. Junziyou patted his head, patiently coaxing this man who didn't like to show his fragility in front of him.

"Qing Jue," he called, "go and see her."

The spring breeze melts the rain, moistens things silently, and Chang'an City, which has been shrouded in severe cold for a long time, also unknowingly regains its vitality, but in this silent contest, no one feels the warmth coming, and people's hearts seem to be frozen Yes, the highest vigilance is maintained for all things, making the imperial capital feel suffocatingly cold in all aspects.

"This cold winter is really too long." Junzi You leaned against the doorpost, stretched out his hand to catch the raindrops dripping from the eaves, and murmured.

The eyes are solemn, plain white, full of sorrow.

The palace people who came and went were in a hurry, and their eyes were full of panic. If the death of the nobleman can make the servants below panic, the reason is nothing more than...

"Buried."

Gentleman You sighed, and looked at Jiang Linyuan, who was dressed in plain clothes and sackcloth and filial piety. As a favored minister, he had to be there first when such a big event happened in the palace, so he knew a lot of things that were not yet known. Known inside story.

Pulling him to a corner where he could avoid people, Jiang Linyuan's eyes were wary of the movements around him, and he lowered his voice and said, "It's very strange that the Queen Mother died. I thought that I got the news too early, so I don't expect someone to be one step ahead of me." I moved my hands, and when I arrived at the Compassionate Ning Palace, the Empress Dowager's body was packed into the coffin and sealed, which is unreasonable."

Gentleman Youxindao is not because the murderer has a guilty conscience and dares to be a coward who dare not be a coward. It is better to admit his crime truthfully. At least in this way, he can still respect him as a man.

"Are there any other doubts?"

"Yes, the Empress Dowager has a nanny named Ayan who has been serving her for many years. She is the only person the Empress Dowager can trust. According to the testimony of the palace people, from yesterday afternoon to now, Ayan Nanny has disappeared. Knowing where she went, and not finding any traces of her, the most conservative guess is..."

Jiang Linyuan couldn't bear to say bluntly that if there was a hidden truth behind the death of the Empress Dowager, then even the Empress Dowager would have been brutally murdered, and it would be difficult for a humble court lady to survive.

But in the deep palace, martyrdom is very common. Even if she was buried with the empress dowager in the palace, no one would find it strange. Would the murderer have to take pains to move her body to another place?

"No, I think there is a very high possibility that Madam Ayan is still alive, so I will continue to send people to look for it. Once there is a result, don't say anything, and don't force her or provoke her. You can only bring her back quietly."

"Yes."

Jun Ziyou glanced back at Xiao Beicheng who was crying bitterly while supporting the coffin in the mourning hall, "Also, he is injured, so grief will hurt his body, go and persuade him."

"grown ups……"

"I still have something to do, take care of him for me, and don't allow him to leave this yard for half a step before I come back, do you hear me?"

His tone was firm and unquestionable. Jiang Linyuan was suspicious, but he didn't want to ask more questions, so he nodded in response.

Seeing the man turn away, he was not at ease, "My lord, where are you going?"

Jun Ziyou stopped, but didn't speak, he froze for a long time without responding.

With his back turned to Jiang Linyuan, the latter couldn't see his expression at the moment. After chasing him, he turned around and hid his face.

"Your Highness..." After many years, Jiang Linyuan finally regained this title, helpless and helpless, "...don't go."

"Lin Da...Father owed Xiao Jingyuan a meal of tea. It has been 20 years, and people who are separated from Yin and Yang have not been able to attend the appointment. As a son, it is time for me to settle the old grievances of the year."

"It has been delayed for 20 years, and it doesn't matter if you wait another 30 or 40 years. Why bother..."

"I don't want to hide and fear every day until Xiao Jingyuan dies. If these things don't come to fruition, I won't be able to live in peace. I want to take him home. Is this answer enough?"

Jiang Linyuan was stunned, wondering whether the "he" he was referring to was King Jin, or his biological father who had passed away for many years and whose soul was unknown.

During the stalemate, he suddenly heard a burst of clear applause from behind. Jiang Linyuan turned around and was surprised to see Li Ying, who was also dressed in sackcloth, sitting in a wheelchair, clapping his hands absently. He did not know that he was encouraging the stubborn Jun Ziyou and recognized him. The rhetoric, I still want the two of them to take a step back and not be too stubborn.

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