Self-help guide for non-professional young masters

"My lord, my lord, you misunderstood. It's not what you think. Listen to my explanation."

"Your explanation is sophistry, if you don't want to hear it, get out!"

"Then listen to my sophistry, my lord, what are you angry about? My lord!"

If Xiao Beicheng hadn't appeared in time, maybe Junziyou would have been thrown into the moat by Qin Nangui at this moment. He managed to save one life from the urging Yan Luo, and stepped into the suffocating mud with the other foot. Headache.

But if you want to talk about headaches, the one who is really unbearable should be the Jin Wang who was called into the palace and was shocked by this beautiful scene before he even saw the emperor.

At this moment, his mind was in a state of turmoil, and his mind was full of thoughts. No matter how he diverted his attention, he would always think of the ambiguous scene where the two looked at each other tenderly. It was impossible to say that he didn't care.

But if he had to admit that this care came from the heart, it was unlikely that King Yijin's temper would be there. Even if there was anger, he could only keep it in his heart and dare not say a word.

Now Xiao Beicheng lost his mind to face the saint, lost his temper because of his favor, turned around and left with Jun Ziyou in his arms, with terrifying force, as if he wanted to tear off the ponytail from his head.

"Zi'er, zier, quarreling endlessly, do you know that you are Xia Ye's disturbing person? Get out of the way, don't be an eyesore!"

That's what he said, but he didn't intend to let go at all, and Jun Ziyou didn't dare to say anything, so he could only endure the pain, and followed honestly, and when he was out of Qin Nangui's sight, he confirmed that there were no other eyeliners, and then he followed him aggrievedly People complain.

"My lord, the young master pushed me to the cusp of the storm, and now I'm on the verge of riding a tiger, so you can't help me..."

"You can ride whatever you like, what have you got to do with me? Get out of here."

The appearance of him throwing his sleeves away was like treating Jun Ziyou as a dog's skin plaster for entanglement. The latter was in a hurry and shouted on the spot: "My lord! If I want to ride, I will ride you."

These words made Xiao Beicheng who had just stepped out froze in place.

Jun Ziyou said again: "General Zhang Hongyi was killed, the Empress Dowager and the Emperor ordered me to thoroughly investigate the case, are you really unwilling to help me?"

Hearing this, Xiao Beicheng turned his head slowly, narrowed his eyes, and looked sharply, "Who are you talking about?"

"Zhang Hongyi will..."

Before he could finish speaking, he was punched head-on.

Jun Ziyou, who didn't know why, was dizzy, fell to the ground, and opened his eyes after he woke up. Where can he find the shadow of King Jin?

Half an hour later, the gentleman standing at the entrance of Fireworks Alley, facing the bruise in his left eye, looked bitterly at Jiang Linyuan who had brought the file from the Ministry of Criminal Justice with a bitter face, and patted the man on the shoulder heavily.

"Yuan Fang, do you think this place is cursed, and there are two murders in three days, I can't even think about it."

"I think the one who is cursed may be you, my lord..."

Muttering in a low voice, Jiang Linyuan handed the dossier to Junziyou, and while leading the people to the depths of the alley, he chanted to others: "The deceased general Zhang Hongyi guarded the border when he was young, and he fought off the Beidi who invaded many times. He has made great military exploits, and has contracted a serious disease in recent years, and couldn't bear the severe cold in the north, so the emperor allowed him to return to the capital. But he got close to the queen mother without knowing what to do, and he still has military power in his hands, which makes the emperor very afraid."

"...Why do people always like to mislead me? Do you want to say that General Zhang was killed by the emperor?"

"No, what I mean by this is that after the emperor reminded him a few times, General Zhang became such a decadent virtuous person who only knows how to linger in a gentle place, and... men and women take it all."

Junziyou coughed from saliva, stared at Jiang Linyuan, and couldn't help admiring him, "Tanhualang, you are very well informed when you first arrived in the capital."

"Your Excellency, you are joking. In the past ten years, the lower officials have been studying hard in the cold window of the capital. It is normal to know a thing or two about the situation."

During the conversation, Jun Ziyou had been taken to the deepest pavilion in the alley. Looking at the pair in front of the door, he knew that the crime scene this time was very real.

Nanfeng Pavilion... Isn't this the place where King Jin was assassinated last time?

Jun Ziyou, who was full of worries, was afraid that he would see a bloody and horrible scene when he opened the door, so he carefully opened the door a little, looked in, took a breath in fright, and quickly turned back and leaned against the door, panting Take a few rough breaths.

Jiang Linyuan patted him on the chest, but he grabbed his hand and asked in a deep voice, "Are you kidding! General Zhang died here for no apparent reason. Why is everything inside going on as before, and it doesn't look like something happened at all?"

The other party showed embarrassment: "My lord, you don't know. Although the Nanfeng Pavilion is inconspicuous, all the dignitaries and dignitaries come here to seek pleasure. Compared with them, General Zhang is nothing. How can anyone care about his life and death?" What's more... The higher-ups didn't want the news of General Zhang's murder to spread too early, so they specifically ordered them to keep quiet, and please be careful in the future, and don't reveal anything..."

"You... aren't you fooling around!"

Jun Ziyou had no choice but to enter the door as if nothing had happened, deliberately not to look at the unsightly and glamorous scene, walked with his head buried in his head, muttering about "declaring adultery in the daytime", "Irregular" and the like.

Jiang Linyuan fanned the flames, "My lord, are you really the gentleman who wrote about the affair? Could it be that you..."

"Bah! If you want to say such irrelevant things, why don't you go to the scene and take a look, and be careful that I will sew your mouth shut!"

The two of them clearly came to investigate the case openly. For some reason, they acted like thieves in a sneaky manner. Junziyou murmured in his heart why this unlucky day could not pass, and he was embarrassed by the queen mother and the young master, and even beat the prince. punched me, my head is still dizzy at the moment, but what should I do...

He was absent-minded, and bumped into the guests who were excited several times. Jiang Linyuan apologized again and again, and it still attracted people's attention. Just when the two were at a loss for this, a person suddenly appeared on the attic and spoke out to relieve them.

"Hey, the two benefactors are really good-looking, but they are a bit unfamiliar. If it's your first time here, let me show you the style of Nanfeng Pavilion."

This person walked down the steps slowly. His white clothes were more than snow, and his black hair was like a waterfall. He looked like a person walking out of a painting. He was impeccably beautiful without the need for makeup and powder. He was dressed so low-key, but he couldn't hide his extraordinary beauty. His temperament, although he was born in a prostitute, does not have the slightest air of low work, so he is incompatible with it.

The audience sighed for a while, seeing Jun Ziyou staring blankly, Jiang Linyuan tugged at his sleeve and reminded: "This is the leader of Nanfeng Pavilion, Bai Yourong."

"You are tolerant, it's a good name, can I touch it?"

Jiang Linyuan was startled, staring at Junziyou, not knowing what to say.

The latter said again: "If you don't touch it, how will you know if it's big or not..."

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand recklessly, even if he didn't touch anyone, it still made the spectators around him anxious, and Jiang Linyuan hurriedly pressed his wrist in fright.

"My lord, do you know how much it costs!"

Before Junziyou answered, he felt something was leaning against his palm, it was flat and hard, and it felt extremely bad. If it was another person, he would have lost it long ago, but Junziyou immediately became excited, and when he saw it, he took the initiative to move up The person in charge was Bai Yourong, who had two lines of nosebleeds on the spot.

"Oh...exciting."

"This grown-up is really good-looking. He is exactly the type I like. I wonder if I can show her face and have a romantic relationship with me?"

As soon as Bai Yourong said these words, Jun Ziyou felt the cold wind blowing from behind his back, and when he looked back, he saw countless pairs of blood-red eyes staring at him naked, full of envy and jealousy.

As if feeling that hatred was not enough, Bai Yourong leaned into Junziyou's ear again, and said in an extremely charming tone: "No money."

Now Junziyou can't find the north, even if there is a bottomless abyss in front of him, he can jump down without changing his face, and he is half pushed and half dragged upstairs by Bai Yourong.

Jiang Linyuan sighed, he couldn't blame his boss, so he shook his head and followed quickly.

As soon as he arrived at the corridor, Jun Ziyou couldn't wait to loosen his neckline and untie his belt. He even forgot what he was here for. He only wanted to have fun in his mind, but just as he turned into the corner, he was covered by someone. Standing against the wall, he waited quietly for Jiang Linyuan who came after him.

Seeing the disheveled gentleman swimming unable to move, with a muffled sob in his throat, Jiang Linyuan looked helpless, but in his heart he snickered and bowed to Bai Yourong.

"Thank you, Prime Minister, for your help. If you hadn't come forward to rescue the siege, I'm afraid things would have gone wrong."

Bai Yourong said with a smile: "It's a little effort, don't worry about it, besides... I'm also one of the suspects in this case, please be merciful."

When he said that, Jun Ziyou was at a loss. He exchanged a glance with Jiang Linyuan, nodded to express that he would stop making noise, and Bai Yourong let him go.

Jun Ziyou, who had been holding back for a long time, panted heavily, pushed Jiang Linyuan who was in the way in front of him, and asked: "What do you mean by this, why are you also suspected of murder?"

"Because General Zhang met me last night before his death. Since it is difficult to clear up the suspicion, it is better to invite the truth, so as to avoid the trouble of being regarded as the murderer after being found out."

Bai Yourong was quite calm, and brought the two of them to a private room, and opened the door slightly to hint that they were approaching.

Junziyou took a special look at the surrounding situation, and saw that there were dark lines of bamboo engraved on the door plate, and the three characters "dizijian" were written. There were still some traces of dark liquid being wiped in front of the threshold, and there was still a breath in his breath. There was a strong smell of blood, and he had guessed about the tragic scene at the moment, swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and then leaned to the crack of the door to look.

Sure enough, there were blood splatters on the four walls and ceiling of the room, the blood was not dry on the ground, and there were two dead bodies lying on the side.

...Wait, two?

The gentleman, who realized that something was wrong, tugged at Jiang Linyuan and said silently, "You didn't say that two people died! Why two people!!"

"My lord, it's my first time to be here, even if you say so..."

The two looked at each other, and at the same time they looked at Bai Yourong. The latter was so smart, how could he not understand what they meant?

"It's a bit hard to say, but actually...the other victim is the maid of Nanfeng Pavilion, named Jiang Jun."

The general and Jiang Jun were killed at the same time, what a mystery...