Self-help guide for non-professional young masters

"Huh? Why can't I hear the movement inside..."

Dr. Jiang was stuck on the door panel, but he didn't hear what Jun Ziyou said behind him, Xiao Beicheng stared coldly at the doctor who showed too much concern for that person, his face was not very good-looking.

Xu Shi noticed his sharp knife-like eyes that were hurting his body. Dr. Jiang turned his head and met King Jin's eyes that wanted to kill someone.

"Don't think too much, my lord, I just care about my patients."

"He suffers from asthma, and it's not some undisclosed hidden disease. As for that?"

"Actually...cough! Jun Shaoqing's body is weak, I just care about his reaction, that's all."

"Oh? Then I have to ask Dr. Jiang to talk about it, where is it false, and what kind of false law it is..."

Xiao Beicheng leaned forward with a gloomy face, obviously not giving an explanation, he would not let him go out of this door today, Dr. Jiang regretted that he was really unnecessary, and just when he didn't know what to do, the lights in the room went out.

The two looked at the suddenly darkened room at the same time, and couldn't hear any more movement. Could it be that...they have already gone to bed? ?

Inside a door, Jun Ziyou, who was sleeping in his clothes, squeezed the Yue Nu who was lying on the inside, and listened to the two people outside the door walking away with heavy steps, he was relieved.

He turned around and made a silent gesture to Yue Nu, and whispered: "Don't forget what I told you, now that you are involved in two cases, if the criminal wants to kill you, he will definitely choose all of them." Everyone will be detained in Nanfeng Pavilion tonight, and the murderer is very likely to be a servant or guest of Nanfeng Pavilion, who will be silenced together with me who has already found clues, so you..."

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly fell silent.

Yue Nu was taken aback. With Prince Wusun's sudden illness and death, he would be frightened for a long time whenever there was a trouble. in one breath.

In the hazy moonlight, he looked at Jun Ziyou's sleeping face, with lingering melancholy frowning between his brows, as if he was under a lot of unknown pressure, and comforted softly: "You have worked hard, go to sleep. "

He pushed back the messy hair covering the man's forehead, sniffed the light fragrance on his body, and was about to hug him and sleep in his arms, but when he heard Jun Ziyou let out an impatient hum, he unconsciously pushed him away. Pushing it away a bit, he kicked it as if it wasn't enough, turned over and continued to sleep soundly.

Helpless, Yue Nu had no choice but to shrink beside him, suddenly felt the cold wind blowing, remembered that the window was not closed, fearing that he would catch cold at night, so he went down to cover the curtain, unexpectedly the gauze curtain was blown by the wind, and the bottom was faintly visible. Make a figure.

Before she had time to scream, Yue Nu was covered by someone, unable to make a sound, just struggling instinctively.

"Hush, don't make a sound, if you want to live, be honest."

The night wind blows, and the clouds see the moon.

Under the clear light, Yue Nu could see the face of the person who came, it was Jin Wang Xiao Beicheng.

He nodded again and again, indicating that he would not be in trouble, that person let him go and let him hide on the bed, lying beside Jun Ziyou, while he stood behind the door and waited.

After being speechless for a long time, just when Yue Nu was about to freeze, there was a burst of crisp footsteps outside the door, from far to near, slow and powerful.

The frightened Yue Nu buried himself in the quilt, not forgetting Jun Ziyou's instructions before going to bed, and pushed his arm to wake him up, but the man was too sleepy, just babbled, turned around and resumed sleeping In the past, like a dead pig.

"If I had known earlier that I couldn't rely on this thing that is more than successful, it would be less troublesome if you informed me earlier."

Yue Nu wanted to refute, but hearing the footsteps getting closer and closer, she was really scared, trembling all over, covering her mouth and not daring to make any sound.

The visitor stopped in front of the door, as if he was also listening to the movement inside.Junziyou was sleeping soundly, because of his asthma, his breathing was heavier than that of ordinary people, and thanks to his heavy sleep at the moment, the assassin outside the door let down his guard.

Xiao Beicheng heard the screeching sound of the saber being drawn out of its sheath, and realized that this person really came to take the life of a gentleman, so he clenched the tobacco rod in his hand, and presented a posture of fighting.

Without leaving much room for preparation, the assassin kicked open the closed door, swung his long knife, and slashed towards the bed.

At this moment, Jun Ziyou just kicked off the quilt, and turned over happily with his belly exposed, making such a commotion, he didn't know that the danger was close at hand.

Xiao Beicheng flew up and kicked the assassin's knife hand, causing the blade to deviate from the direction, and only chopped on the head of Jun Ziyou, who was lying on his back while sleeping, cutting off the soft pillow, and flying duck down all over the room.

Discovering that there was another person in the room, the assassin who missed was a little at a loss. In order to make up for his mistake, he attacked Xiao Beicheng in a panic.

King Jin, who hadn't stretched his muscles for a long time, turned the direction of the tobacco rod in his hand, and raised his hand to block the blade. The crisp and loud echo made the assassin realize that the thing was extraordinary, and then deduced his identity.

"You are King Jin? How come!"

However, Xiao Beicheng didn't give him a chance to speak. Taking advantage of his loss of consciousness, he grabbed him by the collar and threw him over his shoulders to the ground, kicked away the murder weapon that fell on the ground, and subdued him with his knees. He twisted his hands behind his back.

"Lights up!"

Yue Nu didn't dare to be negligent, so she quickly lit the lamp with a torch, and saw that King Jin had already strangled the assassin's jaws, fearing that he would commit suicide by taking poison after failing.

Ming Guang finally woke up the sleeping Jun Ziyou, he moaned and complained, got up and rubbed his sleepy eyes, staring blankly at the mess in front of him.

"What are you arguing about, ha... and let no one sleep."

"The knife is on your neck, and you are still in the mood to sleep, as expected of you, Junziyou."

The shackled assassin was still struggling desperately, Xiao Beicheng was too lazy to toss about, and simply pinched his neck, knocking him unconscious.

Junziyou still hasn't woken up yet, he looks at the black silk falling in front of his eyes, looks back at the place where he just slept, it is already a mess, and then he looks at himself...

"No way! What good did he do!!"

Now he was so frightened that he completely woke up, and he lay down in front of the vanity mirror and looked at it, almost crying.

It turned out that Xiao Beicheng blocked the assassin's slash at his neck just now, and he deviated midway, cutting off the hair on his forehead.

After this knife, he turned into a sissy Qi Liuhai, what kind of person should he go out.

Xiao Beicheng didn't intend to give him a good look at first, but after seeing his ghostly virtue, he couldn't help laughing, seeing him so sad, his heart was full of joy.

The end was the next day, Jun Ziyou had no choice but to wipe half a bowl of paste on his bangs, and combed his hair one by one, before he dared to enter the palace.

I have to say that this man usually covers half of his face with his forehead hair, so that he cannot see the whole picture, which makes people look down on him. Unexpectedly, as the rumors in Gusu say, he is a handsome and handsome man. Emperor Lian Yuan saw him His face could not help but feel a little moved.

"Junqing, why are you thinking about changing your hairstyle today, but you have to change your mood when something good happens? Come here quickly, let me take a good look at it."

When encountering such a thing, it is always difficult to maintain reason, Jun Ziyou sobbed, almost crying.

"Your Majesty, it's a pity that the hair was broken. If it wasn't for King Jin's help, I'm afraid that the neck of the minister would be broken..."

"So serious? Isn't it just to investigate a case, as for."

Ye Lanchen fanned the flames, "Your Majesty, it seems that Jun Shaoqing doesn't want to cry to you about how miserable he is, but wants you to explain the credit of King Jin."

"Shut up, shameless, if you had come forward earlier, how could I have become such a virtuous person!"

Junzi Youzheng is angry, if anyone talks back to him, he might be able to cry in front of Emperor Yuan.

It was also pity for what happened to him, Emperor Yuan laughed wildly in his heart, so he didn't make things difficult for him, and made a wink to tell Ye Lanchen not to be as knowledgeable as him, and let it be over if he was confused.

The latter suffered from being dumb, seeing that it was hard for the emperor to say anything, but he kept the grudge firmly in his heart, glaring fiercely at the aggrieved Jun Ziyou, and if he made a big mistake, he would stand in front of the emperor. Take him to death.

Jun Ziyou sniffled, and before he could say anything, he knelt down to Emperor Yuan, and said with a bitter face: "Your Majesty, my minister said, you...you can't kill me."

"You didn't make a mistake, and you didn't cause trouble. Why did I kill you, why did you bargain?"

"Ah, it was actually yesterday..."

Coincidentally, before he had time to admit it, the messenger eunuch ran in in a panic, knelt down next to him with a plop, and said before him: "Your Majesty! The Emperor is not well. Prince Wusun was in the south last night. In the Wind Pavilion..."

"Being! Being what! Let me say it again, the prince died of illness, died of illness!!"

Jun Ziyou had no choice but to cover the eunuch's mouth, and admitted his fault first, "Your Majesty, after General Zhang was killed, I was too cautious and did not dismiss the guests. , the nourishment is too rich, so that the blood and qi are deficient, and the body can't stand it, so it will suddenly die."

"What did you say? An Xumi is dead??"

Emperor Yuan rose up against the case, pointing at Jun Ziyou, in order to take the death of Prince Wusun on others.

But he understands Jun Ziyou's temperament, he knows An Xumi's virtue better, he knows that there are thousands of mistakes in this matter, and it shouldn't fall on him, the young minister of Dali Temple, no matter how uncomfortable he is, he can only swallow this breath.

Ye Lanchen was afraid that the world would not be chaotic, so he said, "Your Majesty, I think that Prince Wusun died strangely. Although Jun Shaoqing was an official of the court, it was the first time he met Prince Anxumi, so there was no reason to murder him. There is a possibility of favoritism. This is a big matter, and I implore His Majesty to allow the Ministry of Punishment to conduct a thorough investigation again, and ask Your Majesty for permission."

"That's right. An Xumi is dead. You have to give Wusun an explanation. Ye Qing, you can investigate. Gentleman! Even if you were in charge of the case of Zhang Hongyi's murder and failed to dismiss the guests, let Anxu Mi died in Nanfeng Pavilion, and you were also dereliction of duty. You will be fined temporarily for one month's salary. After you get the pen and paper, you will kneel outside the hall for me, and write down the cause and effect clearly. If you are not satisfied with the writing, you will Do not go back to eat!!"

Ye Lanchen lowered his head with a smirk, and taunted quietly while taking the lead: "It seems that this month, Jun Shaoqing's life will not be too easy."

Not to be outdone, Jun Ziyou replied, "Lord Ye, we are each other."

At that time, Ye Lanchen only treated him as a duck that was about to die and remained stubborn, and didn't worry about it until after he left the palace, a resounding slap fell on his face.