Self-help guide for non-professional young masters

"All the evidence points to Concubine Yu. She can't argue with her own words. Why did she come to you and suspect that the case is too simple?"

"My lord, no one in the harem knows that Concubine Yu is a medical girl from a family of medicine. If it were you, would you do such a thing that makes people suspect you at a glance?"

Xiao Beicheng remained silent, watching Junziyou thinking hard, but unfortunately he still didn't know what went wrong, seeing that Concubine Yu was about to be punished, he quickly knelt down in front of Emperor Yuan and begged the Lord for mercy.

"Your Majesty, this case should come to an end, but I always feel uneasy in my heart, I implore the Emperor to wait and see what happens, and don't embarrass Concubine Yu."

Hearing his words, Emperor Yuan breathed a sigh of relief, and hurriedly asked: "Maybe there will be a turning point in the case?"

Jun Ziyou glanced at the silent Concubine Yu, and knew that the matter was not that simple. She probably already knew the real identity of the murderer, and she was just trying to cover him up.

As for the emperor's attitude, it is also very intriguing, the reason why he doesn't want to go into it is nothing more than romance, love and love, and it has nothing to do with him as a foreign minister.

Now that the matter has come to this, it is better to follow the plan and lead out the mastermind behind the scenes.

Afterwards, Concubine Yu was punished and confined to the Guanju Palace, and was not allowed to go out without summons.

After a few days of peace, Concubine Li's condition improved, so Emperor Yuan called Dali Temple into the palace again. While she was awake, Jun Ziyou hurriedly asked a few questions.

"Miss Concubine Li, may I ask what ingredients you used in the stewed chicken with mushrooms that you ate earlier?"

At this moment, Concubine Li was lying dying, and as a foreign minister, she was not allowed to move forward, so she had to ask the maid to deliver two different kinds of fruit to the sick bed for Concubine Li to confirm in person.

After Concubine Li was selected, the maid replied: "Master Shaoqing, Your Majesty has chosen Fungus."

The gentleman's movement of drinking tea froze, holding the teacup a little stiffly.

"Then I would like to ask my lord, did you ever experience any discomfort when eating the stewed chicken soup with mushrooms?"

Concubine Li was so angry that her voice was barely audible, so the palace maid conveyed it on her behalf: "Master Shaoqing, Your Majesty said that since she arrived in the capital and tasted the taste of mushrooms, she has been particularly fond of mushrooms, but no matter how much she likes them, she can She didn't eat it every day. She remembered that the soup a few days ago was very delicious, but for some reason, she began to miss that taste every day. If she didn't eat it for a day, she would feel restless for no reason."

"Hiss... Weichen has one last question, Concubine Li, what did you see in the illusion that made you so scared?"

As soon as the words came out, Concubine Li sat up abruptly, so frightened that Jun Ziyou quickly put down the teacup, thinking that she had said something serious.

If Concubine Li was willing to look in the mirror, she would know that she was already haggard at this moment, with a dark yellow complexion and disheveled hair, no longer the beauty of the past, and probably not much different from the female ghost in her hallucination.

The more guilty she was and the more frightened she was, the more Jun Ziyou was convinced that she had something to do with the previous case. Unfortunately, before he could ask the question, he was driven out of Weiyang Palace by Concubine Li who went mad again, tearing his clothes and waiting for Jiang Linyuan. When I received him, I was devastated.

"Sir, you are..."

"Don't mention it, it's a good thing the emperor didn't see me flirting with her, otherwise my head would be full of wheels before the case is cleared up. Let's go to Langhua Pavilion."

In order to put on an attitude of going to the flower street to have fun, Junziyou went back and changed a set of clothes, bought a folding fan and shook it in front of him, which is a bit of a playboy attitude.

When the fan seller saw the gentleman, she shyly covered her face with her sleeve, as if she was still holding the pipa half-covered, as if she wanted to refuse and welcome.

"Young master, you look like a fairy in white clothes. If the fan is so plain, you are not worthy. The little girl has a pen and paper here, why don't you inscribe a line with your own hands."

Junziyou nodded, and poked Jiang Linyuan beside him, "Yuan Fang, what do you think should be written?"

The latter gave him a brilliant idea, "My lord, I heard that there is an anecdote about you circulating in the capital, saying that you are the reincarnation of Bao Zheng, and when you are in charge of Little Di Gong, your best skill is to find out doubts with three questions." The reason is to expose the murderer’s lies, so they gave you a nickname, Jun Sanwen. Why don’t you write these three questions on the fan to prove your identity?”

"Good idea, as expected of you, Yuan Fang."

As he spoke, Jun Ziyou took up a pen and wrote "Three Questions" in large characters.

But he doesn't know how to change the font, and the fan seller saw the clue of these two characters, and exclaimed "Aiya".

"Couldn't be, Mr. Shaoqing is the gentleman who wrote "The Romance of the King of Jin", and "Those Things on the Bed of the King of Jin"!"

Because of the troubles caused before, when writing the second book before the scientific examination, Jun Ziyou deliberately erased his name, and then handed over the first book to Suga, who had just been released from prison. Unexpectedly, he was still remembered by others The name, a little embarrassing, but more at a loss, quickly dropped a few coins, and ran away as if to escape.

Panting all the way to the gate of Langhua Pavilion, he poked Jiang Linyuan's shoulder and said: "It's all your fault, for coming up with some harmful ideas, and now the whole capital knows that I am a dignified Shaoqing of Dali Temple who writes obscenely. What are you going to do to compensate me!"

"Don't worry, my lord. Knowing that you are the author of these two books, the common people will have a sense of kinship and will not regard you as a high-ranking official. They will not be so panic when they see you in the hall. This is what you should It's a good thing!"

"I just believed your nonsense! I have been neglected by the prince until now, you wait for me, and I will settle the score with you when I go back!"

Jun Ziyou made wild gestures, pretending to reward him with a few slaps, and when he recovered his breath, he held his folding fan behind his back and swaggered into the Langhua Pavilion.

The bustard here has seen Junziyou before, and she only gave him seven points of face for Xiao Beicheng's sake before, but I heard that Junziyou was the number one scholar in high school and became the young minister of Dali Temple. Both grievances and grievances would want to hug his thigh tightly, put down the chores at hand, and greet him with a smile.

"Oh, isn't this Mrs. Shaoqing, why don't you have time to come to the street today, please come in quickly, I have reserved a good seat for you."

Gentleman You glanced at Langhua Pavilion, which was full of people, and resumed its previous business. He secretly lamented that people's memory really has a time limit. Once the limelight passes, everything is forgotten.

He smiled politely at the bustard, "Mama was joking, you didn't even know I was coming, so why would you reserve a seat for me? Could it be that there are some distinguished guests who are coming today, but I replaced them?"

"Hey, Mr. Shaoqing, what do you mean? The business of Langhua Pavilion has always been booming. There are not many distinguished guests who just want to hurry up and do business after sitting for a long time. There are not many people like you who just listen to music and dance for entertainment."

The bustard led the two of them to their seats, and first brewed a good pot of Biluochun, "I invite you, my congratulations, my lord, the number one scholar in high school, for getting the position you want in the court."

Jun Ziyou also enjoyed the face and drank it. The tea was good, but he tasted it tasteless. He thought that the common people really didn’t know anything about the court situation, even the Dali Temple had been vacant for many years. The sweet pastry.

The suffering involved is only clear to the insiders themselves.

After calming down a bit, the gentleman spread out his fans, revealing the two words "Three Questions" that he wrote just now, and the ink was still fresh. With a sly smile, he said to the bustard: "Unfortunately, you still guessed wrong about my coming, Today I am not here to listen to the music, let alone enjoy the dance, but I have three questions to ask."

Bustard had seen Junziyou's life-threatening three questions before, and had suffered a lot before, and even spent a few days in the prison. When she heard that he had another question, she was naturally flustered, and her knees almost gave way to her knees.

"Sir, Sir Shaoqing, my lord has learned from you. Although I am in the flesh and blood business, I have never done evil things such as forcing people into prostitution. I am worthy of the sky above and worthy of the earth below. You must learn from me!"

"I haven't asked yet. Why are you guilty? I'm afraid you have something wrong?"

"Why, how could it be... What the old man did was shady, so it's only natural to be afraid. I beg you to forgive me, let the old man go, and let the girls live."

The movement here attracted the attention of the surrounding guests, feeling strange gazes, Jun Ziyou cupped his hands around and said, "Eat and drink well, everyone", which saved a troublesome matter.

He looked at the bustard, and there was some blame in his words, "You are too exaggerated. I didn't ask anything. How do you know that you are going to steal your property? To tell you the truth, it was actually me just now. When I arrived in the capital, I saw a beautiful foreign dancer, and I couldn’t let it go. But I was still a poor scholar at the time, and I didn’t dare to confess my feelings to others. When I became famous, I couldn’t find where she was. Isn't this...for the sake of the countless girls in Langhua Pavilion, I want to ask..."

While talking, he furtively took out a hand-painted portrait of himself from his sleeve, and secretly handed it to the bustard. Jiang Linyuan glanced at it and felt suffocated.

... Isn't this the Concubine Pear?How courageous is this Shaoqing to talk such nonsense, and besides, how could the Concubine Li live in the harem, how could she come to the capital?It's really smart for a lifetime, but it's a moment of confusion.

Unexpectedly, when the bustard looked at the portrait, she said "Ah", and attracted the attention of the surrounding guests, so she had to spend a lot of money, gritted her teeth, and asked Xiaoer to serve "Mandarin Ducks - Huan" on each table, urging Follow the gentleman to swim to the private room for a narrative.

The latter was full of reluctance, "Why do you call it that name? You do all indecent things, but you have to call it Yajian. Are you kidding me?"

"Master Shaoqing..."

"No, if I go in with you, maybe tomorrow I will spread some nonsense about my liking for middle-aged women, so I won't go."

"Then, what if Tanhua Lang is with you?"

Jun Ziyou bit the rim of his cup, turned his head to look at Jiang Linyuan, and suddenly smiled, "Then there's nothing wrong with you..."

The latter did not dare to be dissatisfied, but had no choice but to remind: "My lord, don't forget the business."

"Oh, yes. You don't need to go to the private room. You just need to tell me about the girl's origins and whereabouts. It will definitely benefit you. How about it?"

The bustard had all kinds of scruples in her heart, so she had no choice but to follow suit.

However, Jun Ziyou's face changed drastically after hearing her whisper, the corner of his mouth twitched, and the smile froze on his face.