Self-help guide for non-professional young masters

"Father's death made Xianzong distraught, he was furious, but he couldn't kill his mentor, knowing that this was the inevitable end of the Zongheng family, the way he chose to fight was determined to let Zongheng's tragedy stop at himself One generation, but he never imagined that you who are still alive will make him lose everything."

Jun Ziyou put the cold tandoor on the fire again, watching the faint flames smoke out carbonized black marks on the bottom of the furnace, he felt quite touched.

"At the end of his life, Huan Yi finally discovered the secret of your surviving, knowing that he was tricked by you and became a loser, he also accepted this reality, stopped resisting, and died disheartened in a dark secret room. "

He paused, then continued: "I always thought that I was a pawn used by my father to complete his plan, but I never thought that the person who will really use me to the extreme will be you."

Having said that, he filled the cup in front of Li Chonghua with the half-warm and half-cold tea. Seeing the tea soup spilling over the rim of the cup, he still had no intention of stopping. He let the water flow down the side of the table and wet his clothes and pants. , in order to vent their inner dissatisfaction.

With such a gentle temper like him, this way of expression is already euphemistic, at least he didn't splash the other party's face with boiling water, Li Chonghua should be thankful.

However, he was not annoyed by the gentleman's behavior, nor did he intend to escape guilt. He seemed to just want to know the reason for his speculation, "Why?"

"Because I found out that I am also the descendant of the vertical and horizontal sect Guigu."

As he spoke, he sighed a long time, and turned his head to look at Xiao Beicheng. The man pushed his teacup over very considerately, hoping that he would take a few sips to suppress the fire in his heart.

Jun Ziyou did not waste his kindness, tasted it carefully, and said with emotion: "Good tea."

Seeing that he didn't mean to speak bluntly, Li Chonghua didn't force it, and followed his words and continued to ask and answer: "Not only did you find out that you are the successor of Hezong, but you even guessed the identity of the master you have never met, and who is related to you. Mutual growth and mutual restraint, one of them must die."

"The reason why I found out that I was being used at first was actually very simple. After I arrived in the capital, I heard countless people of different identities question me. Dali Temple got a job because I was well versed in the way of investigating cases, so they believed that I was absolutely extraordinary. The common people thought that I was a star descending from the sky, saving the world and saving people, and saving all sentient beings, just because I acted in the right direction. Goodness, punishing rape and eradicating evil, and benefiting the people. In fact, the suspicions of both sides are justified, and even I am thinking, how can I know this as a young boy from a poor country."

"Tracing back to the source, the reason is that your adoptive father, Jun Sigui, has been educating you in the way I asked him to. When you are confined to a small town surrounded by ignorant people, it is like a piece of precious jade hidden in scraps. When you discover your own value, you will not exude a unique splendor. But once you take off the rough and hard mortar on the outer layer, revealing the radiant jade heart, and being with the noble and dazzling gold, silver and jade, you will find that you In fact, it is Qiong Yao Jue Heng, a rare stunner in the world."

"Now that I've come to this point, can I ask this 'master' who forcibly instilled the way of vertical and horizontal in me without asking my personal wishes? Who are the brothers who are fighting each other?"

Li Chonghua gave another sly smile, "Didn't you always look for him? As you wish, now he is here."

After the words were finished, everyone heard a sharp rubbing sound following the footsteps, approaching step by step, and there was a distant echo.

A person slowly walked out from the nearest exit of the underground palace, dragging a half-human-high long sword behind him, and the tip of the sword left winding marks on the bluestone bricks.

The sword holder seemed to be gathering strength for the life-and-death struggle that followed, and had no intention of putting it away. He stumbled all the way, as if drunk, and walked slowly in front of the crowd, raised his sword... and pointed at Junziyou.

"It's me, I can't think of it." He asked calmly and in a declarative tone.

Jun Ziyou's gaze was like a deep pool, Shen Ran looked at the other party, handed over his half-drunk tea cup, and said with a smile: "Think about it, my good brother."

At this time, the gentleman Anshang was under the effect of the drug, and he could clearly see that his hand holding the sword was shaking, and his joints were turning white from the force.

In order to relieve his pain and pressure, Jun Ziyou held the blade of the sword with bare hands, and put the end of the murder weapon on his shoulders regardless of the pain of his flesh and blood. That person will fall to the ground.

"Ziyou!" Xiao Beicheng wanted to separate the two who met each other, because in the past few months, Jun Zi'an had pretended to be a pig and eaten a tiger, cleverly hiding his real purpose, making it difficult for people to guess his intentions. Thinking, there is no guarantee that the person he wants to kill is really not Jun Ziyou.

Xiao Beicheng was naturally worried that he would be unfavorable to Junziyou, but the man's reaction to this was extremely indifferent. He stepped on the corner of Xiao Beicheng's clothes under the table, hindering his movements, and then his cold hands slipped into his mouth like swimming fish. It entered his palm and grabbed his five fingers, silently stopping him.

Xiao Beicheng was a little hesitant. He knew that if he really kept silent, he would definitely regret it in the future, but if he acted without authorization and caused that person to fall short, leaving lifelong regrets, he would not forgive himself either.

If he had to choose between these, he would rather...

"Sure enough, as I thought, so now is the time when we have to fight to the death?"

"Before that, shouldn't you ask me what I've been through these years?"

"I figured it out not long ago. Our father, that is, the adoptive father Jun Sigui was instructed by the crown prince. For the sake of our brother's life, he had to be educated in a vertical and horizontal way. Then he is most likely sent by the princess mansion to silence him. The killer agreed to bring you to the capital by feigning death after reaching a certain agreement. It just so happened that the assassin was Liu Yuqing’s mother, Liu Rongan, and now she is working for Dajing’s deposed prince Li Chonghua. It’s hard to say it’s a coincidence. It is not difficult to infer that you have been taught by him all these years."

"So that's the case. You are worthy of being from the same school as me, and from the same origin. Now I recognize your ability."

Jun Zi'an breathed a sigh of relief, but did not relax the strength in his hands. He turned his head to look at Li Chonghua, who was sitting upright with a slight smile, and asked, "Then, have you ever thought that Liu Rongan and King Han behind her Why do you want to work for him? He is a deposed prince. To put it bluntly, he was imprisoned by Emperor Taizu to make a good reputation. He is just for people to see! Why, why can he win over you? King Han, the son of Xianzong, is working for him?"

Jun Ziyou turned his head calmly and calmly, not caring at all that such an action would add scars to his neck, as if he couldn't feel the pain, he observed Li Chonghua's expression at the moment.

"Just because he is King Han."

As soon as this remark came out, not only Jun Zi'an questioned in doubt, but even King Han himself turned his head in shock, his eyes widening in disbelief.

"As long as it is another person, it is impossible for his strategy to be implemented so perfectly, otherwise he can directly manipulate Emperor Yuan to be his puppet." Jun Ziyou squinted his eyes halfway, and withdrew his gaze with some disdain, "Who is King Han the most?" What he wants is the only thing he can give?"

Han Wang's slightly blue face turned red in an instant, and he jumped up, pointing at Jun Ziyou.

He didn't have a weapon in his hand, and he didn't have the guts to hurt others, so he was nothing to be afraid of, so Jun Ziyou didn't take him seriously at all, and when he was about to yell at him, he drank the remaining tea at the bottom of the cup disapprovingly.

In the end, King Han's curse words still hadn't come out in time. The moment he got up, the three of them reacted in time. Xiao Beicheng stepped into the air and slammed his knee into King Han's shoulder. Etiquette will not give people room to fight back.

Liu Rongan had sharp eyesight and quick hands, kicked up the seat when King Han was about to fall, and at the same time grabbed the opponent by the collar, forcing him to sit on the seat, restricting all his next movements.

But the most critical turning point is Jun Zian, who was at a loss for Jun Ziyou, and he made a decision in the blink of an eye, and immediately turned the tip of his sword to point at King Han, with the life-threatening blade lying in front of him, and finally let King Han live mouth.

He looked unwillingly at the group of people who controlled him on the spot, and he had nowhere to vent his anger. He only dared to yell at Liu Rongan behind him: "Rongan, are you going to rebel! Even you were instigated by them, you It's re-rebellion

Although he accused Liu Rongan by name, he stared at Jun Zian intently, obviously referring to something else.

Faced with this situation, Jun Ziyou calmly gave an explanation, "Don't be restless, my lord. Everyone is kind and wants you to hear the truth that you have never faced directly. Why should you compromise everyone's kindness. Let me tell you You, why did he choose you instead of King Mu back then? The reason is very simple. Although you are half-brothers, your temperaments and preferences are quite different. You are greedy for money and power, and you King Han only pursues immortality. At this time, if there is an old man who is not old, over fifty years old, but still full of energy, you will definitely fly to him like a moth to a flame Go, and beg him to bestow upon you the truth of the magic of immortality."

After he finished speaking, King Han's expression turned from furious to unbelievable. Finally, he slowly looked at Li Chonghua, as if expecting him to deny this statement. Believe hesitantly.

But he was disappointed, Li Chonghua still let him down after all, I saw the old man lowered his head, his wrinkled eyelids twitched with difficulty, slowly closed, and the most desperate words came out of his hoarse throat.

"Yeah, when I met this kid, I was already half a century old, and I kept my youthful appearance by disguise. In fact, the real face under the fake mask was already full of wrinkles and old spots. He didn't I know what kind of price a half-century old man has to pay to make himself young. He has to endure the pain of tearing his bones and straighten his back, and he has to endure the torture of stretching his muscles and walk like flying. But seeing him believe the illusion without thinking, I feel It's all worth it."

"No...no! Is this true? It's not true..." King Han suddenly broke free from Liu Rongan's shackles, knelt down in front of Li Chonghua regardless of his image and dignity, and pulled him by the corner of his clothes, humbly Begging: "No, you tell me, these are not true, no!!"

Li Chonghua glanced at the weeping King Han, and let out a contemptuous snort: "Idiot."

"..." King Han still couldn't believe what he saw with his own eyes.

"You are a descendant of the Xiao family, and I am a homeless and displaced victim who was subverted by your Xiao family. Why do you think that the enemy will give you everything you want? Don't you have any fear? Are the golden pills I gave you all chronic poisons that can kill you?"

"I thought... I thought that as long as I gave enough, sooner or later, you would be moved by my sincerity, at least...at least..."

Li Chonghua's next sarcasm has not yet come out, Jun Zian can't listen anymore.

He slowly pointed the sword at Li Chonghua, tapped a little on his skinny chest, and said with resentment in his words: "You have done these unconscionable things but have no intention of repenting. I can't let you, a scourge, get out of here alive for the crime of killing master Jun! Li Chonghua, you old monster has lived for too long, it's time to send you on your way!"

Having said this, Jun Zi'an no longer held back, retreated half a step, charged his sword with a blow, and went straight to Li Chonghua's neck.

In the blink of an eye, everyone tried to stop it but it was a step too late.

Immediately, blood splattered everywhere.

With the speed of Junzi'an's attack, even if Zilong is still alive, he may not be able to save a dying life from his hands. He is even so fast that Xiao Beicheng can't react, let alone Shenci who is waiting in the distance. All the palace guards.

At the moment of life and death, even Li Chonghua resigned himself to his fate and closed his eyes, waiting to get rid of the pain of this life, but the pain did not come, and there was a man standing in front of Li Chonghua with flesh and blood, and the tip of the sword pierced his body instantly. Chest, blood splattered everywhere.

Xiao Jinglan didn't know why he would lean forward to block the fatal blow.

When the sharp blade pierced the chest, it didn't hurt as much as imagined. It was like a chill piercing through the hot body. As the blood continued to drain, the body would gradually become stiff and cold, and eventually become an unconscious corpse.

Since then, no amount of disturbance in the world has anything to do with the dead.

He thought that after he learned the truth about being used, he should have hysterical questioning and a burst of madness to vent, but at this moment, he was more sober than ever... He wanted to protect him.

"Your Highness, Your Highness..."

Watching him fall slowly in front of him, Li Chonghua was silent.

He found that the person was looking at him with a pair of unsettled eyes until the end. For some reason, his heart that thought he could not fluctuate was touched.

"I've said it all, there is no way to live forever in this world, even if you block a sword for me, I have no... no way to save you."

Li Chonghua repeated in his heart that Han Wang Xiao Jinglan is a descendant of the Xiao family, and he has a mortal enmity with him. No matter what, he should not be soft-hearted towards him... But these twenty years of coexistence still make him unable to ignore this pay.

Seeing that King Han was assassinated and a sword pierced through his chest, everyone panicked, especially Jun Ziyou. He fell to the man's side to confirm the location of his wound, pressed his bleeding wound, and shouted "Come on!" People rushed to send King Han for treatment.

Until he lost consciousness, he stared at Li Chonghua, whose eyes were full of sadness, and said something silently, only the latter understood what he meant.

He said: "Your Highness, I am no longer taking advantage of your feelings. To me, longevity may not be that important... I just want, I just want to find what I lack the most in you. Can you give it to me?" ? Even if it's charity..."

At the juncture of life and death, Xiao Jinglan questioned his heart and got the result. At least at this time, what he wants is no longer illusory and inaccessible things. What he wants to recall the past and make up for is nothing more than the lost childhood.

Like a revolving lantern, when he was about to close his eyes, scenes from the past reappeared in front of him.

He saw himself when he was a child, forced by his mother and concubine to learn literature and martial arts, the most innocent and carefree days were so pressed that he didn't even have time to catch his breath.

He begged again and again, but all he got was indifferent rejection: "You will compete with the eldest prince in the future. You must not lose in your knowledge of martial arts, and you must not be looked down upon by courtiers and common people. Fight for it!"

In order to fight for this breath, he buried his childhood, youth, and even his whole life.

After a long time, he finally saw his father, who was still young and handsome, very majestic, commanding all officials with a single imperial order, he was the only person he admired when he was young.

When he thought that the man was his father, he couldn't help but want to get closer, even if he didn't get his approval, he didn't care about competing for the throne, and he didn't have the ambition to occupy the world, he just imagined Just like other people's children, they have the right to be close to their parents.

But between him and his father, there is always an insurmountable elder brother. In the eyes of the father, it seems that he can only see the hard work and dedication of the emperor. The son he praises and recognizes seems to be the only one. .

Xiao Jinglan was puzzled, he thought: Maybe my father has to plan for the future, maybe when he made up his mind to make the emperor's brother the crown prince, he would have room for himself.

But he was still wrong.

I don't remember which year's New Year's banquet it was. He saw his father who hadn't seen him for a long time at the banquet. He tried his best and tried his best but couldn't talk to that person. He couldn't take the few poems he asked, and he could only watch his father and his brother and his son enjoying themselves, and he was like an outsider who couldn't get into it at all.

After the banquet was over, the concubine woke him up with a slap: "The poems and songs that I teach you are all fed to the dog's belly, right? You can't catch a sentence, you are a waste! Count how long you haven't talked to me!" Your Majesty has spoken, I really did something wrong to give birth to you, a useless thing, you can go and stop the Emperor's royal driver now, begging him is fine, at least let him take a look at you, knowing that he still has you son!!"

What made Xiao Jinglan sad was not the beating and scolding by his mother and concubine, but that he was indeed, as she said, unable to keep his father's heart.

Although he is just a tool used by the mother and concubine to compete for favor, lay the foundation for the rest of her life, and even lay the foundation for the power of her relatives, but this tool also has ideals that are not understood by others.

He just wants to enjoy the true father-son relationship, why even such a trivial wish has become a luxury...

He obeyed his mother's order and went to stop his father's carriage. The chief servant who served in front of the imperial court looked down on him, and sneered at him to make him recognize the reality and give up as soon as possible. There was also a kind eunuch who persuaded him that he didn't have to be in the university. Practicing myself in the cold weather, the emperor would always meet if he wanted to, but if he didn't want to, then the grace and blessings would be beyond his reach.

But he refused to listen to anyone's words, so he knelt in front of the imperial chariot, refusing to leave. The manager had nothing to do, so he ordered someone to "invite" him down. During the pushing and pushing, the chaos and noise disturbed the drunken father who was taking a nap in the imperial chariot. Emperor, the man lifted the curtain and took a look and became angry.

He originally thought that his father's fire would definitely be aimed at his ignorant son, and he would scold him head and face, and he would be punished if he got offended, but he never expected that the teacup thrown out of dissatisfaction , It was actually heading towards the manager.

The royal father slowly stepped out of the chariot, leaned over to help him who was kneeling in front of the emperor, pinched his chin, and looked at the red and swollen finger marks on his face.

"It's so late, if you don't go back to the palace to rest, what are you doing here to stop the driver, it's freezing outside, don't you feel sorry for your mother and concubine if it freezes?"

The invincible Dijun really saw the truth at a glance. He didn't dare to answer, but just lowered his head and said nothing.

"Forget it, come here, come with me for a while."

Father Huang Ninth Five Supreme, wandering with him in the cold weather, asked him about his recent situation: "I just saw you at the banquet and refused to say a word, but you are dissatisfied with this year's dishes, or What are people dissatisfied with?"

At that time, he was impulsive, and he didn't take into account the difference between seniority and inferiority, and boldly said: "No, I'm just dissatisfied with myself."

"Oh? How dissatisfied."

"My son... my son has no ability to please the emperor, nor does he have the heart to compete for favor. He is introverted and too mediocre. He wants to ask his father for mercy, but he is ashamed to express it. He dare not even pursue what he desires in his heart. My son... ..."

The more he spoke, the lower his head became, and the next words were all in his mouth, vague and unclear, even he himself didn't understand.

But the royal father seemed to understand his intentions, looked at his side face, looked at his reaction, did not stop because of this, and was still leisurely.

"In an ordinary family, moderation is a rare blessing. Unfortunately, in the cruel royal family, if you are not outstanding in everything, you have to wait to be killed. You are not young, you should know how to pursue Those unrealistic things are just empty talk, and it will do you no harm to face reality earlier."

Because of this, he realized that what he pursued was doomed to be difficult to obtain in his whole life. Unable to seek the mercy of his father, he went further and further on the road of the mean, and was doomed to stay away from the established destiny.

Afterwards, he and his brother were crowned kings separately, staying away from the capital, and also away from the stage of open and secret fighting.

Not long after, the mother and concubine who went to the fief with him suddenly coughed up blood. After a few days of emergency treatment, he still failed to save his life. His heart was ashamed of the edict to escort the coffin back to Beijing, but at the same time he finally realized the reality.

——The concubine mother was killed by the emperor. He sensed the ambitions of the concubine mother and her relatives. No matter what, he didn't want Xiao's country to fall into the hands of thieves, so he completely eradicated this legacy.

The counselors advised him, saying that the emperor was imitating Emperor Wu's example of establishing a son and killing his mother. Since there were signs, he must be appointed as the crown prince. Maybe he would be recalled to the capital in a short time, and he would be under Cheng Huan's knee.

However, what he is looking forward to is not a successor, nor the pleasure of being on top of others, he just wants to make up for his childhood shortcomings and feel the watering of his father's true love.

For this wish, he competed with King Mu, trying to become the heir recognized by his father, and even used all kinds of tricks...but what did he get in the end?

He was disgusted by his father after exhausting all the tricks, and he was left out in the fiefdom. He had to be ordered, and he didn't wait for a turning point when he was about to turn gray. In the end, all he got in his hand was a cold obituary.

Until his father died...he refused to see him again.

He was disheartened, and even though he knew that the only thing waiting for him was Mu Wang's suspicion and execution, he still insisted on going to Beijing. The emperor knew what he wanted, but he refused to let him do so, and put him to death in the name of "rebellion" , Until he closed his eyes, he couldn't see his father, the emperor, whom he had been thinking about so much...

But that glass of poisoned wine did not kill him completely. When he woke up again, he was in a dark underground palace where he could not see his fingers. All he wants, that person is Li Chonghua.

As if reborn after death, he closely connected the shortcomings of his life with that person, because that person can satisfy all his shortcomings.

"My son hasn't been with me since he was a child, and I, who can't enjoy family happiness, are actually the same as you." At that time, Li Chonghua, who was still young, caressed the rest of his life after the catastrophe. It almost moved him to tears.

Every word the man said was gentle and calm, so similar to the father in his dream.

"Maybe we can get what we have always wanted from each other. For the rest of our lives, we will hold hands with me and spend the next part of the journey together."

Because of this sentence, he began to greedily ask for the feelings he had never had before, frantically absorbing nourishment like mushrooms after a spring rain, and grew rapidly after being watered, and Li Chonghua poured his "father's love" into him regardless of the reason, regardless of the return. He, so that during that time they both recognized each other's father and son status.

— At least he thought so himself.

He became more and more loyal to Li Chonghua, as if he really regarded himself as that person's son, and began to obey his orders. He did everything for no reason, as long as he could get the love he dreamed of from that person, even if he had to pay his own life. Yes!

Li Chonghua seems to have seen him thoroughly from the inside out, using his father's love as bait and longevity as a lure, and has been fishing for him for 20 years.

He knew that Li Chonghua was only using him to create an illusory and beautiful illusion, but he was immersed in the illusion that would break at the touch of a finger, and refused to face the reality.

"It doesn't matter if it's fake, as long as I'm willing to believe it's true..."

Whether it is true feelings or wishful thinking, he is grateful from the bottom of his heart to Li Chonghua who gave him a big dream.

He had never had the courage to face his sincerity before, but now at the critical moment of life and death, he truly realized that his feelings for Li Chonghua had already been so deep that he could not part with him. A glimmer of life, no complaints or regrets.

When the blood was shining in front of his eyes, he saw the worried eyes of the man, the words of concern that he didn't have time to say, and the tears that were about to come out of his eyes, which were enough to confirm the conjecture in his heart.

——At least that person has his own in his heart...he recognizes his son...

Thinking of this, he had no regrets and closed his eyes contentedly.

That's great... This time, he didn't become an abandoned child.

The author has something to say: In fact, I feel a little bit sorry for King Han. He can’t blame anyone for going on this road. Just a beloved child.

And what he really wanted was not immortality, but the family affection he had longed for, but never got.

This also shows that Xianzong is undoubtedly successful as an emperor, but he is not a good lover or father. It can only be said that no one is perfect...

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