Self-help guide for non-professional young masters

"Heh..." Daoist Qingchen sneered, "You want to question me, but you don't look at your own situation. Your King Jin's soldiers are all guarding the harem, even if Lu Suifeng's red tooth guards are scattered, it is not enough A few elites can’t beat them, look at that young guard of yours, he seems to be exhausted, he’s about to die.”

Sure enough, as he said, after several scuffles, even the young and strong Shen Ci began to retreat. Although the Chiya Guards refused to listen to Xiao Fuzi's orders, they were the defenders stationed in the capital after all, and they were well-trained on weekdays. It is not difficult to capture a few people, and suppressing the number of people is also a fatal advantage. The people in the palace are gradually losing.

Daoist Qingchen said again: "Scatter the small number of troops into two places, it can be seen that you, my lord, want to protect both sides. It's a pity that greed will never make a big deal. In the end, both sides lose, and your people will hate you to death." ?”

Xiao Beicheng was noncommittal, and only stretched out three fingers, grasping the timing and counting down rhythmically, three, two...

When he dropped his last finger, there was a sudden loud noise from far away, as if the earth shook three times, and the Chiya guards who were about to surround and kill the guards were stunned.

"Tsk, listen, the cannons that the Fengqi defenders are good at, a single thunderstorm is enough to destroy the barbarian's lair, and send the old general and deposed emperor back to the west. Do you think Uncle Han under the underground palace can eat or not live here?"

Just at this moment, shadows passed over everyone's heads, and more than a dozen armored soldiers manipulating flying kites descended from the sky, supported the scene with a surprise attack, and quickly subdued the Chiya Guard who had not yet surrendered. The whole process was so fast that even Shen Ci widened his eyes Eyes, a look of surprise: "It's so powerful! The big wings are so useful after practice!"

The gentleman said with a smile: "Tsk, look, the flying armor of the Yanxi defenders, a small team can overturn a city, and the Mobei soldiers trained by the old Hou Ye himself did not make you limping The old man is disappointed, right?"

"..." Daoist Qingchen was speechless, and retorted resolutely: "If you want to threaten His Royal Highness King Han, you have to blow up this palace city. You have the guts to do this kind of treason when the bones of the Queen Mother and Emperor Yuan are still cold." Take a step back, even if you can really do such a cruel thing, there are still many medicine men underground who are used to refine Gu, can you really put their lives at risk and let them be buried with you?"

Xiao Beicheng was choked speechless by these words, and was speechless for a while, Junziyou looked at his expression at this moment, and forcefully suppressed a sigh.

He stood upright, closed his collar tightly to cover the Gu pattern on his shoulders and neck, his quiet eyes seemed to be able to see into the heart of people, staring at Daoist Qingchen in confusion, eager to look away.

"Then why not just stay in a stalemate like this, let's see who can't sit still first. Daoist Qingchen, you have worked for that person for many years, and you don't know the reason why things are progressing so fast and his current situation. I and The prince is still young, and he still has a lot of time to spend, but can he wait?"

At this time, Xiao Beicheng, who was confused, should ask more about who the "he" in his mouth refers to, but the superb acting skills and the quality of being a spectator made King Jin restrain his impulse at this moment, and remained calm on the surface. It seems that Junziyou had expected what he would say next, but he was just enjoying the process of hearing the truth from him.

Daoist Qingchen's eyes changed, he managed to maintain his composure, and replied, not to be outdone, "What Master Shaoqing is saying, but Pindao can't understand a single word."

"You'd better really not understand, otherwise I'll explain it to you sentence by sentence, it will really be a torture for you." Jun Ziyou smiled politely at the person, and soon his face darkened, saying every word Clearly, he asked in a deep voice: "From the Yin marriage case to the present, whether it's the people from Si Ye who came to pay for nothing, or the old case of King Han surfaced, things have progressed too fast, because I made something out of it. It’s a move you didn’t expect, so you have to speed up the process to catch up with the three years that were wasted, right?”

Daoist Qingchen gritted his teeth and remained silent.

"If it were a normal person like you and me, even if I was delayed for three years, it wouldn't hurt. I can wait until I return to Beijing to do follow-up matters. There is no need to chase me to Jiangling or even Gusu. Normally There are two types of people who are eager to advance the planning process, those who are eager for success or those who cannot help themselves. After I enter Beijing, people who can slowly push every case in front of me are not like people who can't wait to act, so they can only It's the latter."

Following Junziyou's train of thought, Xiao Beicheng nodded his head and said in deep thought: "When it comes to being involuntary, the most likely thing is that the important person's life is approaching, either sick or dead..." Thinking of this, his heart sank, obviously because he guessed it. very optimistic possibility.

The man hooked his shoulders and patted his chest to reassure him, "At least it's not me, and it doesn't look like any unlucky guy who was calculated, so the most likely one is the organizer himself... Daoist, this god Shouldn't you be young?"

Daoist Qingchen remained calm, his lips were pursed tighter and tighter, as if he was restraining himself from making a sound, as long as he answered, he would definitely show his feet.

"Let me guess, who can be so obsessed with me? He is not only obsessed with me, but also my good brother, and of course, the two fathers who have passed away. It sounds... It seems that my family is also a bit Yuan Yuan? Could his surname be Li?"

As soon as these words came out, Daoist Qingchen turned pale with fright, I'm afraid he never thought that Junziyou really meant what he said.

And Xiao Beicheng was no less shocked than him. When it comes to the person surnamed Li, if it is not the father and daughter of Li Mi who are related, it is not difficult to think of a person if you go back boldly.

——Dajing abolished the crown prince, Li Chonghua.

He is Lin Xici's biological father. Because he couldn't prove his identity, he named his biological son the surname of his mother, Queen Lin. It took him nearly 20 years to hide his name before his existence was discovered.

Lin Xici is his only flesh and blood, and the Jun brothers are also his only remaining relatives. It is not surprising that he will chase them, but his moves are all for his life, which makes people puzzled .

What's more, in the Jingling fire that year, Empress Lin and the deposed prince, mother and son both died in the fire... No, only Empress Lin was identified as the dead. Without signs of skeletal shrinkage, it is more difficult to confirm the identity.

So Li Chonghua may not have really died in that fire...

A person who is considered dead by the world is indeed the easiest to act. Before that, King Han and even Jun Ziyou had feigned death to save their lives, but they never thought that there were still strong people hiding under the situation.

He didn't dare to think deeply, if Li Chonghua really cheated the world by feigning death, then what exactly has he done in the past few decades...

Jun Ziyou seemed to have anticipated this, and had already experienced Xiao Beicheng's psychological struggle of being unbelievable and unbelievable at the moment.

At this moment, he was observing every move of Daoist Qingchen, and sure enough...the other party's reaction did not disappoint him. It seems that although the result this time was unimaginable, he still won the bet.

Daoist Qingchen held his breath in his chest for a long time, his face flushed slightly, and he was relieved after a long while, and said sadly: "Maybe I shouldn't ask this question, but how did you find out?"

"Since the Taoist priest also said that you shouldn't ask, why don't you let the person who should ask ask the question in person." Jun Ziyou let go of Xiao Beicheng, walked a few steps to stand in front of Zhaohe Hall, and stomped heavily three times.

Most of the people were puzzled by his actions, but a few sharp-eyed ones noticed that the gray bricks and ash layer under his feet had peeled off. It was obvious that they had loosened a long time ago, but they had never been noticed.

Then there was a death-like silence, no one said a word for half a cup of tea, and there was no sound of violation of the situation. The longer the time dragged on, the tighter everyone's hearts were.

Finally, Jun Ziyou felt impatient first, took a step back, lightly tapped the corner of the stone brick with his toe, stepped on it suddenly with force, and pulled the mechanism below, and then the whole bluestone slab rebounded, revealing the Down the deep and dark tunnel.

He knelt down, knocked on the secret door with his knuckles, and put his hands together in front of his face, and shouted to the people below: "Are you going to nest here and be a turtle? Anyway, it is Don’t be looked down upon as an elder.”

The sound echoed in the deep tunnel, before the lingering sound was over, there was a roar from inside: "Stop farting! Shut up."

Listening to the voice, it was King Han.

"Hey, Uncle Wang is here too, that's just right, let's come up to take a breath, I've set up a tea party for you two, there are crispy chicken and lotus slices from Muyan Pavilion, and sour plum cakes and sour cakes from Zhixiang Pavilion Xiaoche, there is always something that suits your taste, I have been holding it down for several years, don't you want to have a good time?"

"You less..."

King Han paused before finishing his sentence, presumably because he was dissuaded, and forcibly choked back the curse words. It can be seen that there must be a respected elder who convinced him, which also confirmed Xiao Beicheng's heart. guess.

But how does Li Chonghua win over King Han to work for him?Dajing's deposed prince has no bargaining chips in his hands. How could an old fox with such a strong purpose like King Han be willing to serve others without any plans?

If there is anything that King Han cares about, it must not be the throne of authority, let alone beauties of gold and silver, could it be...

This thought was answered the moment it came up. A haggard old man with gray beard and hair was helped out from the underground palace. It could be seen that he had been ill for a long time, his cheeks were sunken, wrinkled, and his eye sockets were black. His eyes were lifeless, his whole body seemed to be only skin and bones, a casual poke would be enough to kill him.

It was Han Wang Xiao Jinglan and Liu Rongan who personally supported Li Chonghua. The old man's legs were weak and he couldn't walk on his own.

Han Wang's complexion was not very good, it seemed that he was restless because of the torture that lasted for several days. The disheveled hair fluttered in front of his forehead, adding a sense of decadence.

He dragged a polished long knife in his hand, perhaps guessing that there would be a fierce battle, and made desperate preparations early in the morning, when he saw Jun Ziyou, he swung the blade around his neck, obviously wanting to take advantage of the danger to catch him by surprise .

However, at the moment of death, his hand holding the knife was blocked, Jun Ziyou felt a chill on his neck, rubbed his fingertips, and blood flowed down.