Self-help guide for non-professional young masters

In just one day, there were two murder cases in Nanfeng Pavilion. Junziyou made a decisive decision and ordered Jiang Linyuan to quickly block all the entrances and exits, strictly prohibiting anyone involved in the incident from entering or exiting.

The latter was worried: "My lord, I'm afraid..."

"I don't care what powerful people I offend. Human life is a matter of heaven and earth. If anyone dares to object, he will be controlled on the spot. Do you understand?"

"Even if you say so, I am the only one who can do things in Dali Temple. I have more than enough heart but not enough strength."

As soon as these words came out, Jun Ziyou was embarrassed.

Indeed, Dali Temple has no real power so far, and there is not even a single person under orders to do things. It is really embarrassing to encounter this situation.

Just when Jun Ziyou was worried about this, and was wondering what to do, someone suddenly reached out to his waist and took something away when he was not prepared.

The unsuspecting touch made him blush, and when he turned his head with a shameful and embarrassing expression, he unexpectedly met the unmoved Xiao Beicheng.

The man threw the waist card he took from him to Jiang Linyuan, and the latter took it. Looking at the light, he saw that the word "Jin" was clearly engraved on it.

How could King Jin's token appear on Jun Ziyou?

Jiang Linyuan was a smart man, he was puzzled, but he didn't say it out loud, guessing that the two of them were a bit confused, so he immediately understood Xiao Beicheng's meaning, and went to Prince Jin's mansion to find his own guards to come to the rescue. Three floors inside and three floors outside, surrounded Nanfeng Pavilion so tightly that it was difficult for even a fly to fly out.

But facing his kindness, Jun Ziyou just said coldly: "My lord, you are also one of the suspects, please pay attention to your words and deeds."

"Oh? I feel that the newly promoted ceremonial member Wailang is more suspicious than this king, or is it that you believe in your childhood sweetheart and would rather push your backer into the abyss?"

Xiao Beicheng was playing with the tobacco rod in his hand, looking at Junziyou who was comforting the frightened boy with playful eyes, he didn't want to interfere in this mess, but just now he heard that the dead person was a prince, he felt vaguely uneasy in his heart and came out Yu came to find out out of curiosity, but he was expected in the end.

"An Xumi? Is it really him..."

"My lord knows this person?"

"That's natural. He is the beloved son of King Wusun who reluctantly gave up in order to seek peace with Dayuan. He has been in the capital for more than [-] years as a hostage. He has been close to Dayuan since he was a child. He is the next Wusun who the emperor most wants to support. Sun Wang. The emperor tried his best to marry a few young women to him, thinking about giving birth to a young son with two bloodlines, otherwise he should have returned to his home country to be a regent at his age. But he has only been masculine all his life. , so far without a son and a half daughter, is also the most helpless thing for the emperor."

"Prince Wusun was murdered in the capital, isn't the relationship between Da Yuan and Wusun embarrassing?"

"It's more than embarrassing. Just a month ago, the second son of King Wusun passed away due to illness, and An Xumi became the sole heir to the throne. Now that he is also killed, the white-haired man sent the black-haired man. How could King Wusun wait to die? Rabbit urgent Even biting people, if Wusun joins forces with other countries in the Western Regions to invade the frontier, it will be a big loss for Dayuan."

If it was true as he said, then there might be Da Yuezhi among the countries participating in the war, so it is impossible for this prince with half of the blood of foreigners in his body to harm Prince Wusun.

Jun Ziyou rationally analyzed his motives, and decided that Xiao Beicheng had no reason to harm others. The key was why he appeared in this misleading place at this misleading time...

This question troubled him for a long time, Jun Ziyou patted the weeping woman who was out of breath in his arms, and asked, "My lord, so you... really came here for pleasure." ?”

Xiao Beicheng was amused by his words with a cigarette stick in his mouth, lit the tobacco and stood at the end of the corridor, pushed open the window, and sat by the window to slowly breathe out the smoke.

"Why do you think there is no one who can be responsible for the shocking murder in Nanfeng Pavilion so far?"

Hearing his words, Jun Ziyou immediately had a suspicion in his heart, showing a bitter look, and his tone was full of disgust: "Hey, maybe..."

The sound of "da da" footsteps came from the other end of the long corridor, and Bai Yourong hurried over, walked around Junzi directly to Xiao Beicheng's side, and grabbed the man's hand.

"My lord! General Zhang and Jun Jiang were killed at the same time, what should we do?"

Jun Ziyou's eyeballs almost popped out when he saw the two people's fingers intertwined and stuck together. Seeing this scene, he knew that his guess was true...

Hearing an inexplicable sour smell in the air, Xiao Beicheng hugged Bai Yourong's waist tightly in demonstration, and looked at Junziyou as if showing off.

"You're right. This king is the boss behind Nanfeng Pavilion. If it weren't for that, how could Nanfeng Pavilion be easily exonerated when he was assassinated here?"

The root of the gentleman's teeth itched with hatred, and he searched his brain to think of some words that could be vicious, but not too much, then he heard a commotion in the hall downstairs, mixed with the sound of porcelain cracking, the movement was not small, it turned out to be Jiang Linyuan He brought King Jin's soldiers to help out, but offended the dignitaries who were looking for pleasure here.

Compared with the Qinlou Chu Pavilion, Nanfeng Pavilion is even more unpopular. Although people with status and status will come here to spend a lot of money to show their status, if they really want to publicize it, their faces will always be ugly. It is even more so when they hear that they will be detained here. No.

In desperation, Jun Ziyou had no choice but to come forward in person, handed over the frightened boy to Dr. Jiang's care, ordered people to protect the scene, and then went to rescue Jiang Linyuan.

Before leaving, he still didn't forget to glance at Bai Xiao Beicheng, muttering something indistinctly.

Jun Ziyou couldn't help feeling a headache when he saw the distinguished guests making trouble downstairs. The head of Xindao looked familiar, he seemed to be the Minister of the Ministry of Officials who went to Dali Temple to give gifts a few days ago, but was ruthlessly rejected by him. I met here, but I really met my enemy.

"There is no valid reason, don't even try to keep me here. Do you know that I am a high-rank official of the imperial court? Just because you are a small Dali Temple, you want to stop people. I am here to have fun. It’s not for yourself to suffer, get out of the way!”

Jun Ziyou wiped his face, and greeted him with a polite smile. He forgot the name of this person for a while, and he couldn't speak bluntly, so he was blindfolded.

"Li Shangshu, don't worry. If it wasn't for the seriousness of the situation, Dali Temple wouldn't have the guts to embarrass your lords. After taking off their official uniforms, they are all members of our own family. I have no personal enmity with you, so I wouldn't embarrass you, would I?"

Seeing Jun Ziyou, the Minister of the Ministry of Officials looked a little better, snorted coldly at Jiang Linyuan, and said to the former: "Jun Shaoqing, you remember wrongly, my official surname is Mi."

"Mi Shangshu, sorry for your disrespect. You seem to have come here, and you are not in a hurry to go back tonight, right? There are many young masters in Nanfeng Pavilion who can please you. After drinking enough wine, you have to relax and have a good time. Comfortable and comfortable, isn't it..."

As he said that, Jun Ziyou patted Mi Shangshu's protruding general belly with his hands, with an ambiguous expression on his face.

This made the old Shangshu, who was still estranged from him by three points, immediately smile, and squeezed out all the creases on his face, "Oh! It turns out that Jun Shaoqing is also a fellow, no wonder there are rumors outside, saying that "The Romance of the King of Jin" It’s your masterpiece...cough cough! Let’s not talk about this, what exactly happened, you have engaged in such a battle, could it be that something big happened?"

Jun Ziyou just shook his head and remained silent.

"If you don't tell me, it's difficult for me to do here. There's a woman who doesn't speak well at home, and she has to go to court tomorrow morning. You can't ask me to wear this dusty clothes to enter the palace, can you? "

"Mi Shangshu, don't worry, I will report this matter to the emperor in person, I have delayed your important affairs, please Haihan, to express my apology, all the expenses you spend in Nanfeng Pavilion tonight will be recorded in King Jin's account , everyone eat and drink well."

More or less it is an attitude of apologizing, which can make people feel a little more comfortable. Besides, many guests just want to stay here, and they don't care what will happen outside after closing the door. This is also convenient for the gentleman.

To put it bluntly, he persuaded people to cooperate with Dali Temple to investigate the case. When he returned to the scene, Jun Ziyou was exhausted. He checked the appearance of the body, and roughly confirmed the cause of Wusun Prince An Xumi's death.

"The eyes are wide-eyed, the blood in the eyes is obvious, there are signs of bleeding at the bottom of the eyelids, the lips are bruised, the tongue is turned out, and the hands are cyanotic. It is preliminarily determined that he died of poisoning."

Jiang Linyuan raised an objection: "Poisoned? Doesn't this contradict what the girl said?"

"Not necessarily. What makes me suspicious is the bloodstains all over the floor. Prince Wusun was obviously poisoned to death. He shouldn't have made the scene so messy. Besides, if he was really assassinated and died just now, the bloodstains on the ground shouldn't have appeared. Unless the murderer deliberately wants us to link this case with the death of General Zhang.”

"Your Excellency, you mean the serial murder case?"

Jun Ziyou rubbed the blood on the ground with his fingertips, and sniffed it in front of him, his brows furrowed even tighter, "Maybe not. I told you to investigate in the evening, did you get any results?"

"Yes, I have asked several butchers in the city as Sir ordered, and they all said that no live animals and blood were stolen. As for those outside the city, I have asked Steward Liu to help inquire."

"This is strange. Could it be that the fishy smell comes from cattle and sheep?"

Puzzled, Jun Ziyou deliberately put his hand in front of Jiang Linyuan, insisting that he also hear it.

The latter resisted in his heart, but just before he held his breath, the pungent smell was in front of him. After smelling it, Jiang Linyuan was also a little puzzled, "This is..."

"Right, definitely not pure blood."

"I think, adults, maybe you can ask that..."

Jiang Linyuan pointed to the next room while talking, Junziyou glanced at it, and knew that what he was referring to was definitely not Su Qinghe who was bumped into by him when he was looking for happiness, it would only be...

"My lord? You expect him to be pampered, what can an old whore-thief who only knows smoking and flirting with cats know?"

Having said that, Jun Ziyou stood up very honestly, and walked towards the guest room disobediently. Seeing this, Jiang Linyuan shook his head, thinking that he still couldn't let go of the prince who was seduced, so he did things. Only then did he appear absent-minded, if not for this, he wouldn't have missed another suspicious point on the body.

To Jun Ziyou's surprise, he pushed the door open and entered, but he didn't see Xiao Beicheng and Bai Yourong, but Dr. Jiang who was holding a medicine bowl looked at him in astonishment, the movement seemed to frighten the still-shocked boy , It was rare to be soothed, and he threw himself into Dr. Jiang's arms and shivered.

The latter had never seen this scene before, and was a little at a loss. Before he could speak, the doctor's keen sense of smell found that something was wrong.

"Shaoqing, why do you smell like epimedium?"