Self-help guide for non-professional young masters

"The white wolf has a great sense of smell. It found the secret passage where you were taken away, and followed the bloody smell to the secret room where you hid. Perhaps it was our intrusion that made the people below aware of the crisis. When searching, the building was already empty. Not a single piece of identification remained."

Xiao Beicheng spoke very calmly, deliberately avoiding the most critical part, but even if he didn't say it, Jun Ziyou understood that he must have no intention of pursuing him because he was worried about his injured self, and he just didn't want to feel guilty if he didn't tell the truth.

So Xianzong didn't do anything unnecessary at the beginning, and it was a wise move to let Dayuan have one more heir to the throne with an edict. If such an irrational person who is addicted to love becomes the emperor, the civil and military affairs of the Manchu Dynasty will have to coax his group of beauties in the harem played.

He was in a daze, as if he smelled the familiar smell of bitter medicine, subconsciously turned his head and avoided it, but his throat was red and swollen because of the high fever, looking forward to the bowl of warm soup to relieve his discomfort, after thinking about it, he moved his body and sat down for a while up.

"Still worried about Jiang Yanqing drugging you?"

"To some extent, what bothers me the most is not his act of drugging, but his planning."

Xiao Beicheng didn't speak for a long time, as if he was deliberating whether to tell the truth, and he didn't make a decision until the man had swallowed half a bowl of medicine.

"It's Snowmelt Grass, which relaxes tendons and activates blood circulation, removes stasis and relieves pain, but it emits a strong bloody smell. It has an excellent concentration effect. After taking it, people will have night sweats. Part of the water in the body evaporates, and the blood will lose water due to dehydration. It becomes sticky, so it's actually 'hemolytic grass'. This medicine is usually used on patients who have no cure and are dying at the end of their lives, so when I feel this smell on you, I will realize..."

"Is it really the smell?" Jun Ziyou leaned back slightly, leaning against the side of the bed, thinking: "I have thought about it for a long time, when did that thing appear beside me, and why did you walk with me day and night before that?" Those who slept with me didn't notice it, but they noticed something strange after the emperor passed away."

He groped to touch Xiao Beicheng's hand, all the way up, climbed up his neck, skipped his chin, and stopped on his lips.

"So here comes the problem. What confuses me the most is that if Jiang Yanqing had used this drug on me from the beginning, it is unlikely that I would have survived to this day, and there is no reason for it to be discovered recently, but if Only that time, what is his purpose? So the most likely theory is that I came into contact with the snowmelt grass a long time ago, and I was so used to its smell that I couldn't detect it. The reason why the prince didn't notice it is yes……"

"Smoke." Xiao Beicheng said helplessly, "I was addicted to smoking in the early years. Even though I knew you couldn't smell the pungent smell, I still couldn't quit it completely. It was because I got injured a few days ago that I had to... I have to admit that smoking is indeed It will numb people's sense of smell and taste, so I couldn't detect the peculiar smell on your body."

"After taking Xuerongcao, I became extremely lethargic. People believed that I was dying of a terminal illness. When Jiang Yanqing went to Linyi to investigate the case, I fainted in the king's mansion due to the effect of the medicine, and even told the dark crows in the mansion Everyone didn't know about their departure, which indirectly proves that Jiang Yanqing was not the one who poisoned me."

"However, Jiang Yanqing has been a doctor for many years, so it is impossible for him not to know the unique taste of Xuerongcao. He has not disclosed this matter, and he has not even revealed it to anyone. To poison, I feel scared when I think that I have believed in him for the past few years."

Jun Ziyou sighed, covering his eyes with his hands, a little overwhelmed, "Jiang Yanqing and Liu Yuqing's confession convinced you, you can't think of anyone else lurking beside them, so you made a bold move Your idea—you think I've killed myself."

He didn't look at Xiao Beicheng's expression at the moment, he knew that even if he opened his eyes, all he could see was a dim blur, which would only cause trouble to others anyway, so it would be better to make each other feel better.

"But I didn't..." He defended himself softly, not trying to convince that person, and his tone was so weak that he seemed to be speaking to himself, "I realize that this conspiracy may have been carried out many years ago, and someone has quietly infiltrated Into my life, but I didn't notice it at all. I think I am alert, and the only people who can make me take it lightly are the closest people around me."

He pressed his index finger against his temple, his eyes were red, and he was so painful that he could hardly speak.

His lips were trembling, and it took a long time before he made a hoarse voice, "...It's ironic, I made the same choice as you, and pointed the finger at someone close to me, and the conclusion you came to in the end must be unexpected."

"Ziyou..."

"That person is my father. It's not the biological father Lin Xici who has never met, but is maintained by kinship in the dark, but the adoptive father who raised me up from a young age, watered me with love, and allowed me to sprout and blossom, Mr. Thinking back."

Speaking of this, the gentleman burst into tears.

Now he has learned to rely on his lover, he is unwilling to bear those heavy emotions alone, he no longer restrains his emotions, leans his head on Xiao Beicheng's shoulder, shivering as if he is cold, and continues to speak while sobbing.

"Qing Jue, Qing Jue...it's my father, how dare I believe it, how dare I..."

"Ziyou, don't think about it, let's not think about it anymore, be obedient and be good."

Xiao Beicheng hugged him tightly, afraid that his strength would not be enough to give him a sense of security, so he hugged him harder, but he couldn't stop the man from crying.

"...Thinking about it now, I discovered many abnormalities when I was young, but because I was still young and relied too much on my father, I never questioned it. I clearly remember...the early days of my father's illness, I guessed from the symptoms of his vomiting blood that his life was not long. I was afraid that even my father would leave me after my elder brother died early, so I begged my father not to leave me alone. At that time, my father relented and he He said to the doctor who treated him: "Look at how pitiful he is. He is still so young and has to face the pain of parting from life and death. How pitiful. Please, let me live a little longer, even if it is only one year." .'"

As he said that, Jun Ziyou suddenly laughed, curled up, inserted his fingers into his hair, trying to cover up his sadness with a smile.

"Only I know that during that year, I lived every day in fear, serving him carefully, for fear that something might go wrong, and I would leave if I didn't meet the deadline for that year. In fact, only the one like me Just as innocent as a child, they count the time with their fingers, and really regard a year as 360 and five days. In reality, how can anyone's illness be turned over by the calendar... I was deceived, my father In fact, he hasn't reached the point where he must die, has he?"

At this point, the gentleman breathed a sigh of relief, and in the long silence, only his short panting accompanied by trembling, and Xiao Beicheng's helpless sigh were heard.

The latter was about to speak, when he heard a rush of steps outside the door, greeted him and went to the door, only to see Shen Ci blushing, sweating profusely, handing over a bundle of scrolls.He should have looked through the things, otherwise he wouldn't be so frightened. Looking at his dusty appearance, I'm afraid this letter was not sent from nearby.

"My lord, this..." Shen Ci put his mouth together and said nothing, probably because he felt it was difficult to speak, and thoughtfully guessed Jun Ziyou's state and mood at the moment, so he did not show his teeth and claws.

Xiao Beicheng nodded, signaling Shen Ci to back down, and spread out the scroll after the people had gone far away. Seeing the words written on it, he held his breath for an instant.

how is this possible……

"The letter came from Gusu." Junziyou's mood returned to calm, and his tone of speech was also casual, "Lu Chuan once went to Gusu to seek refuge with your kindness. Although he was expelled from the capital, he survived , the price is to be your eyeliner in Gusu. That small town in the south of the Yangtze River is the hometown where I was raised, and it also carries too many unknown secrets. I think that thin piece of letter paper must be full of things I am eager to know. All the truth."

Xiao Beicheng returned to him with heavy steps, knowing that nothing could hide it from him, he just responded with a wry smile.

"If I say, I hope you stay away from these things and live happily, will you agree?"

"Maybe not. For me, these things are not over. I will live in the shadow of the past forever, and I will never get out of it."

"Why 'maybe'?"

"Or maybe, with your persuasion, I will give up this idea. Being an ignorant person might be happy and joyful."

After a while of silence, Xiao Beicheng sat back on the edge of the bed, holding Junziyou's wounded arm which had been stitched up not long ago, and said helplessly, "But I hope your happiness and joy come from your heart, and I will do what you wish and tell you what you want to know." everything, but you promise me not to grieve too much for those who have passed away, okay?"

Jun Ziyou looked slightly melancholy, he raised his head, put the black satin lightly on his face, and covered his eyes.

"My love for my old friend is still there, but my attachment followed him in the dream to the land of bliss. Now I can't see it. No matter how guilty you are to lie to me, I will not hesitate to lie to you." believe."

When he said this, he pulled down the side of the black satin again. Obviously he couldn't see anything, but he still showed one eye, wanting to see the man's expression at the moment, "Actually, I should hope that you can deceive me."

"Fortunately, at least I think this truth should still be within the range you are willing to accept."

"In comparison, the process may be more torturous. For example, Lu Chuan found out that my father was indeed buried in the Jun family's ancestral grave, but the way he found out was by digging up his grave and lifting his coffin."

"Ahem..." Xiao Beicheng relieved the embarrassment with a light cough, and adopted a more gentle way of saying: "He just tried it out, but unfortunately, he discovered that the death of your lord Jun Sigui was not easy."

He flipped through the attached diagrams below, feeling a little complicated, and didn't know how to speak for a while.

As witty as a gentleman, he had already expected what he was trying to avoid in every possible way, and did not shy away from his own pain, so he tore open the bloody scar in a daze.

"I know, but you dare not say that my father sacrificed himself and exchanged his death for his son's death."

It's true that a gentleman's body was not very good when he was young. He was weak in the womb, and he was younger than children of the same age. He looked sick and distressed. Qinghe doesn't have to help him everywhere.

Sometimes he was bullied by Xiao Dayan from the same village, he would climb up a tree when he had an idea, and hide for a while; Those who carried it home on the fork didn't know.

At least when Jun Sigui was alive, his frequent minor illnesses didn't affect anything. He occasionally felt a cold, headache and brain fever and returned to normal within a few days. He never endangered his life because of this.

When did it get worse...Junziyou remembers very clearly, it was when he was working hard to make money in Hualou to repay the loan after making arrangements for Junsigui. , Su Qinghe was also unprepared.

He always thought that it was because he had already been ill, and he suffered a sudden illness when he was mentally and mentally exhausted, but when he learned that the symptoms of "selling bones" were different from person to person, he began to suspect that his disease was caused by others. deliberately arranged.

If the nature of the "Selling Bone" Gu insect is to lay a large number of eggs after the host's body temperature drops to suitable for breeding, and the eggs will hatch into flying insects that are invisible to the naked eye in just a few hours. Prolapse, then there is a reasonable explanation for his cause of disease.

His asthma was not brought from his mother's womb, but was infected by Jun Sigui!

This not only proved Jun Sigui's death, but also dealt him a heavy blow—obviously Jun Sigui knew the consequences of his death, but he didn't fight, and he could even boldly guess that this was his plan.

why?

"I don't think my father's kindness to me in the past was all hypocrisy. He must be involuntary."

"I agree. Lu Chuan investigated the ancestral grave of the Jun family and found that there was a bound notebook in the tomb of the ancestors of the Jun family, which recorded Jun Sigui's symptoms and symptoms every day from the time of exposure to the disease to his death. Feel, and record his experience of fighting the disease."

"You mean, my father..."

Xiao Beicheng clasped Junzi's knees, warmed his cool body temperature, and said softly, "There is no cure for the poison of 'selling bones'. The reason why you have been safe and sound for the past few years is because Taoist Master Qingchen healed your illness. The solution is what your adoptive father Jun Sigui summed up from his personal experience. He knows what kind of path you are going to take, but he is powerless to stop it all. The only effort he can make is to make you suffer less .Ziyou, he loves you, and his affection for you is always as close as a father and son."

"I know, so I didn't blame him...I know him too well. He is a straightforward person who can't learn from his father's city. If he feels guilty towards me, then my kindness will also be a kind to him. Torment...I can't imagine how much he suffered in those last days, I spent so long with him but didn't notice his helplessness, my son...what he did really failed."

"How old were you at that time, how could you fully understand the adults' thoughts. Although I can't put myself in his shoes and feel his helplessness, I can tell you responsibly that you can live until now because of his struggle."

Xiao Beicheng spread out the scroll, his gaze was roughly skipped, and he told him an unimaginable story: "Ziyou, have you heard of intersex people?"

The man sat up a little, and the black satin slipped down. He moved closer, blinked his red and swollen eyes, and Xiao Beicheng forcibly closed them.

"You mean those cubs who speak in a strange way?"

"No, it's a meticulous work that is loyal to the master on the surface, but actually serves others. I don't really want to use this word to describe Jun Sigui, because he is exquisite in all aspects, but the only person who is sincerely loyal to him is Master Lin from beginning to end."

He sent the blueprint to Junziyou, and suddenly remembered that the man was temporarily blind and took it back. He always felt that his dry description was a bit boring, "Lu Chuan got Jun Sigui's handwriting from the ancestral grave of Jun's family. He He said that when he left the capital, he was obstructed a lot and was able to escape to Gusu thanks to the help of the nobleman, but the other party had to ask for a price, and the bargaining chip he traded with was Lin Xici's posthumous son."

"Let me guess, this noble person should be King Han who is on good terms with King Yueshi, right? At that time, my mother was pregnant, and no one would have guessed that it would be twins, and the only condition my father could give is, It is to hand over this child to the other party, and from the fact that King Han let them go, and even let Dad take our brothers to live a stable life for a long time, it seems that King Han is very satisfied with this return."

Xiao Beicheng often wonders whether Junziyou's quick-wittedness is good or bad. It saves him the embarrassment and trouble of explaining, but he has to bear the price of facing reality. He still feels that things come from his own mouth. It would be easier for people to accept it in a more euphemistic and gentle way.

"In order to avoid this agreement and transaction, my father must have thought of many ways. He was forced to put a fake coffin and fake coffin to pretend to be dead. Unfortunately, this could not be hidden from King Han's eyes. Seven years later, the other party came to the door. He had no choice but to keep his promise and take the eldest son away, which is why Brother Zi An had to pretend to be dead, he wanted to withdraw from the attention of all parties, and this was the only way to go."

Listening to his reasoning, Xiao Beicheng smacked his lips in deep thought, "Tsk... Uncle Wang Han doesn't seem like a gentleman who will keep his promise. He thought that after getting the Lin family, he would turn his back on it and kill Jun Si to return it to him." Fuck the two children he raised, so there must be something in between that can hold him back."

"For example..." Jun Ziyou squeezed his chin and murmured, "For example... For example, the crane hairpin that can mobilize the defenders of the twelve states?"

As we all know, the first major thing that the first emperor did after he ascended the throne was to set up twelve state capitals headed by cities such as Yanxi, Fengqi, and Quexi to guard the fortresses in Dayuan. The defenders stationed in the cities were directly ordered by the emperor. Whether or not the tiger talisman is combined into one, it will serve the lord with all his might.

In the past few decades, although no earth-shattering events have occurred, there is a saying that has been spread among the people, that is, the guards of the twelve states are the personal guards of the emperor alone, and they do not go on expeditions, do not fight, do not protect the princes, The unguarded bureaucrats seem to be a group of empty-handed wine bags and rice bags. Once the emperor is in danger and the people are in trouble, they will rush to the dangerous place to solve the problem.

Although this is just a rumor, knowing that the garrison of the Twelve States does exist, and that the token to command the garrison is in the hands of Jun Sigui, even King Han dare not make a mistake easily.

"Besides, in the eyes of others at that time, King Han was already a wild ghost in the spring. Once a person who should have died revealed the fact that he was still alive, he would immediately be killed. You should stop thinking about how to play yourself to death."

"So that's how it is," Junziyou analyzed rationally, "So they each took a step back and followed the original promise. King Han took away Brother Zi'an, intending to train him and make use of him, but he was still ruthless and attacked my father. The country doctor who diagnosed him is the best evidence."

Recalling the conversation between Jun Sigui and the doctor at the beginning, Jun Ziyou was even more convinced that it was not a plea from the patient to the doctor, but a strong emotion close to bargaining. At least in that transaction, Jun Sigui did not At a disadvantage, he even fought for an extra year.

"Miaofa Sect..." Jun Ziyou whispered, "The real ruler of Miaofa Sect is not Emperor Yuan, but King Han. At the same time, if King Han wants to control the overall situation, it is far from enough to rely on a demagogic sect."

Anticipating what he would say next, Xiao Beicheng opened his mouth slightly, as if wanting to stop him, but he knew that his words could not influence that person's thoughts, what was supposed to come would still come.

Sure enough, after a brief silence, Junziyou raised his head, and his voice was soft but resounding: "Jiang, who has been gnawed into an empty shell by moths, has long been in his pocket. The person who betrayed me is exactly what I once believed in." people-"

He didn't reveal the person's name because it was too painful for him to face the truth... He preferred to stay in this state of wandering, not questioning anyone around him, and not giving his heart to others. anyone.

He remembered what he said at the beginning, the most loyal to you in the world will always be your enemy, and perhaps the most effective way to reduce the damage is not to believe in any unreasonable feelings.

"...Jiang Linyuan, my Yuanfang, that Tanhualang who always likes to follow me to and from murder scenes, and carefully calls me 'Your Highness' when there is no one else, has become King Han."

He couldn't help but clenched his fist and smashed it against the bed. There was no expected strong pain. His hand was held in the palm, and the warm touch wrapped him, trying to heal his scars and comfort his pain.

"Ziyou, do you trust Jiang Linyuan?"

"It used to be believed."

"Although I don't think much of this brat who always likes to depend on you, I still want to say something fair for him, Ziyou, he is worthy of your trust."

Xiao Beicheng held Junziyou's fingertips and moved them up slowly, passing by his arms, shoulders, and finally stopped on his forehead.

"Ziyou, go to sleep, maybe when you wake up, everything will be different, and I will give you the answer you want."

"Qing Jue, it's not that I don't want to believe it, it's that I don't dare to believe it..."

His tone was full of loneliness and helplessness, like an old traveler who was too exhausted to fight in the endless wandering, sinking into the mud was a kind of relief for him.

"I asked you for a chance and pulled you back from the hands of Hades. Now it's time for me to fulfill my promise. Ziyou, promise me and trust me this time, okay?"

"Don't say it once, you can believe it a thousand times, I just... just..."

Vertigo struck, Jun Ziyou felt the top of his head feeling heavy, his limbs gradually became numb, and even the pain became dull.

He wanted to open his eyes and see everything around him clearly, but he could only see mottled light and shadows in his blood-red eyes. The familiar person still hugged him tightly, patted his shoulder lightly like a child, The familiar and reassuring calm voice comforted him softly: "My boy, Ziyou, let's sleep a little longer this time and be obedient."

Bewitched by his voice, Junzi Youyue felt that his movements were sluggish, and even the question he blurted out became an indistinct sob in his throat.

When his stagnant hand finally hangs down, resting on Xiao Beicheng's arm, and then closes his eyelids, without making a sound, the latter pats his head as if rewarding him, bites his earlobe, and whispers approval: " Good boy, give me three days. Believe me, when you wake up from this dream, Da Yuan will justify the name of Lin and his son."

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