Self-help guide for non-professional young masters

"On the day when I was frightened, I first saw the figure of a woman reflected by the thunder light outside the room. I mistook it for a ghost and was shocked. It was only later that I realized that the deceased in this case was a man. Female ghost, I guessed that the person who came to see me that night was you. Because I saw that the person chasing me was the prince, I didn’t dare to show up. Starting from this direction, I quickly found something suspicious. After all, the method of this case only applies For a weak woman who cannot lift a dead body with strength."

"So that's how it is. I'm convinced that I lost. Sir Shaoqing, I really lost to you."

Jinxiu smiled, raised her hands and stretched out towards the man, she looked like she was ready to catch him, she was calm and calm, but the gentleman couldn't stand it anymore.

"As you said, the seventh son was preparing to meet the young master that day. I approached him from behind and strangled his neck with a rope. At that time, he saw my shadow in the bronze mirror, so he was able to stay. If I knew that kind of message, I shouldn't have softened my heart and kept that costume."

Junziyou asked: "Why do you have to kill him? You have been his master and servant for many years, and your friendship is very comparable. What made you decide to let go of these things and insist on killing him?"

"My lord doesn't know that the seventh son has done a lot of evil. As early as in Gusu, he urged the sons of good people to rob tombs. The artifacts he found were collected at low prices and sold at high prices to make huge profits. The Master’s people died in the tomb in distress, and they would not pay for a single piece of gold and half of the silver. They did not care about how the family without a pillar would live. My sister’s family was killed by him. We walked all the way from Gusu to Kaifeng. They were all thinking about how to kill him, and it was only when they arrived in the capital that they found the opportunity."

Jinxiu didn't want to reveal too much about the latter, so Junziyou asked the Yacha to take him back to Shuntian Mansion first, and then Mr. Tan, the governor, would examine the details in detail.

After hearing Jinxiu's reason for the murder, everyone in the troupe was a little silent, especially the young man in the jacket who talked the most before, as if thinking of his own experience, he also began to feel afraid.

The matter was not over yet, Junziyou coughed a few times, signaling the whispering crowd to stop.

With his hands behind his back, his gaze flicked over the faces of everyone present, and he said in a deep voice: "It is true that Lin Muqi was killed by Jinxiu, but who really killed him?"

What he said was completely contradictory, and even Xiao Beicheng found the matter interesting after hearing it.

Although everyone had doubts in their hearts, they didn't dare to ask easily. They were afraid that they would be suspected on their heads, so they all avoided their eyes.

Jun Ziyou said again: "As the class leader said, Jinxiu is a woman, and she is supposed to be unable to strangle a grown man to death. Moreover, Lin Muqi died in a different manner, with a peaceful expression, and he didn't seem to die at all. Then, may I ask, In what state can a woman who has no strength to restrain a chicken easily strangle a man?"

Jiang Linyuan quickly understood what he meant, "My lord is saying that the deceased already had abnormalities long before, and it is more likely that he has... died?"

"That's right. During the autopsy later, Wu Zuo found that there was a pinhole mark in the very inconspicuous place behind the deceased's ear, and it was slightly black. However, the deceased was indeed hanged to death, which means that he was raped by someone. After poisoning, Jinxiu was given the chance to kill him, and it's more likely...someone took advantage of Jinxiu in order to borrow a knife to kill someone."

At this time, Xiao Beicheng suddenly interrupted him, "Boy, where are you going, sneaky?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he threw out the only cup left in his hand, and just hit the young man in a mandarin jacket who sneaked to the gate of the courtyard on the head, knocking him unconscious on the spot.

Jun Ziyou was helpless, "It's really a guilty conscience. To be honest, if he hadn't been obstructing the case, I wouldn't have doubted him with so many people in the troupe. This man died because of talking too much."

As a result, this young man in a mandarin jacket who was suspected of poisoning and indirect murder was also arrested and brought to justice. After the yamen who handled the affairs left, everyone was relieved.

At this time, Jun Ziyou asked Shen Ci to summon Gua Er, and in front of the leader of the class, he brought out a person from the other courtyard.

This person is not short, but slightly hunchbacked, with long hair hanging loose, and has been covering his face with his hands, refusing to see anyone.

Shen Ci guessed something, and helped Jun Ziyou bring him to the head of the class, and gently pulled his hand.

This person was the madman found at the scene of the crime earlier, after being washed and dressed by Junziyou, his appearance had returned to normal, with a somewhat charming appearance, and a red mole was printed on the corner of his lips.

"He, he is..."

The leader was so excited that he almost stood up, the bandage covering the wound showed a little blood, he grabbed the man's hand and didn't let go.

Xiao Chunying hesitated, as if she wanted to pretend to be stupid, Xiao Beicheng stopped his move by saying, "The person who hurt you is already dead, there is no need to pretend to be crazy and make people who care about you suffer."

Upon hearing this, Xiao Chunying burst into tears like rain, fell to her knees and hugged the wounded class leader and Gua'er who was stunned, crying hoarsely.

Jun Ziyou held back his sadness and asked: "How did the prince know that he is not really crazy?"

"Others are crazy, but their eyes are clear. They made themselves ashamed because they don't want people who want to recognize him. When they appear in front of you, they want you to find out the truth and give him justice."

"I have to admit that if he hadn't played tricks and reminded me with a puppet, maybe I would really have taken one of the first people to arrive at the scene and the leader who made the scene of the murder a mess as the murderer."

"How did you guess his identity?"

"Well..." Jun Ziyou smiled slyly, "The deceased Lin Muqi was an actor who became a monk halfway through, so there must be something useful in keeping Xiao Chunying alive, so it's not hard to think of the reason why he was pretending to be stupid, one is Let the deceased completely let go of his guard against him so that he can be secretly kept in the theater troupe, and the second is to secretly protect the troupe master and Gua'er, if any accident happens, he will come forward."

Xiao Beicheng nodded approvingly to him, seeing that the sky was getting dark, he pulled people away from Luxiangyuan.

"The case is over, and it's time to go back and rest. If you want to eat, I invite you."

Hearing this, the gentleman had fun, "Hiss, Muyan Pavilion's chicken feet are sour and refreshing, and they are boneless, one bite at a time, just thinking about it, the saliva is about to flow down. The same is true for his beggar chicken. , baked so that the outside is burnt and the inside is tender, and the oil flows out of the mouth, which is a comfort. There is also the sweet but not greasy soft chestnut flower cake, which is delicious after eating. I think of the sour plum soft cake on the East Street again, although it is a bit Sour and a little sticky, but the taste is addictive, I think..."

While talking, he told himself that he was hungry, Junziyou's stomach growled, Xiao Beicheng also had no choice but to lightly tap his forehead with a cigarette stick, and scolded him all day long. , or ordered Shenci to prepare chariots and horses and go to Muyan Pavilion in the east of the city to taste the taste that he hadn't eaten for a long time.

What he didn't notice was that Jun Ziyou had been staring at him with melancholy and reluctance all the way back to Zhuque Street from Liyuan, as if he lost one glance after seeing him.When he realized something was wrong and turned his head, the man had already looked away, pretending to look at the scenery.

The atmosphere was a bit weird, Xiao Beicheng just watched Junziyou shake off his cheeks and swept a table of good food in such embarrassment, satiated with wine and food, and only rested for a while, then said he wanted him to go home first, then he remembered that he still had a few questions to ask asked Jinxiu, and ran away in a hurry.

Shen Ci pointed at his fleeing back and stomped, "My lord! Did he come here to eat and drink, and ran away after eating, is there such a person!"

Xiao Beicheng sipped the sake disapprovingly, "It's not a day or two for him to eat and drink, is it the first day you know him?"

Having said that, I couldn't help but worry in my heart.

But Xiao Beicheng has always been a stuffy character, always thinking that the person doesn't want to, so he doesn't want to get into it, and leaves him some private space.

This has always been the case in the past, but this time it was unexpectedly causing big trouble.

After the gentleman swam out the door, he burrowed into the alley where there were few people. After confirming that no one was following him, he climbed the wall, walked around to the main road, and went straight to the punishment department.

When he arrived, the Criminal Department was already closed. When the guard heard someone knocking on the door, he only opened the door a crack, and wanted to bombard people without looking at it: "If you want to beat the drums and complain, go to the Shuntian Mansion. Come and knock on the Criminal Department in the middle of the night." How many heads do you have to chop off?"

As soon as he finished speaking, a hand was stretched out, which was obviously a waist card.

The guard read the words on it with a lantern, and it was "Dali Temple Shaoqing", and quickly let him in, still thinking about his bad luck.

Who in the entire capital does not know that Ye Lanchen, Minister of the Ministry of Criminal Justice, is the one who hates this Lord Shaoqing the most. Whenever he sees him, he can't wait to trample his face under his feet. Whoever puts him in the gate of the Ministry of Criminal Justice will definitely have no good results in the future. eat.

Fortunately, Ye Lanchen has already returned to the mansion at this moment, thinking that he should be careful not to be noticed, so that this matter will not be found on him in the future, the guard carefully led the person along an inconspicuous path, flatteringly said: "Master Shaoqing , where are you going, it's dark at night, let the humble staff lead you the way."

Little did he know that Jun Ziyou took advantage of his fear of getting into trouble, "Let's go to the prison of the Ministry of Criminal Justice."

Speaking of which, there are three prisons in the capital now, ordinary people who commit crimes are usually locked in Shuntian Mansion, and those who offend the emperor and queen mother by getting involved in political affairs, basically it is difficult to get out of the prison unless they die.

As for those with a little bit of status and status, or those who kill people like hemp, they are usually locked up in the Ministry of Punishment in order to prevent someone from robbing the prison.

The guard thought for a while, and there were no prisoners in the prison who were afraid to see others, so it would be no harm to let him in, so he opened the prison door, and was sent away by Junzi You with a few taels of silver.

When the guards were far away, he walked in the long corridor as deep as a tomb in the prison, his eyes skipped over the prisoners who had been imprisoned until their faces were dull, and finally stopped in front of an ordinary cell.

He didn't stop for a moment, and stretched out a dirty hand from the gap in the prison railing, grabbing the corner of his clothes.

"Save...help me, my lord, please help me, I have money, and a lot of money, if you save me from here, I will give you all the money."

Jun Ziyou looked down at the man, slowly squatted down, and pulled the corner of his clothes from the man's hand.

This action frightened the other party, and hurriedly brushed aside the disheveled hair in front of him, in order to see his appearance clearly.

Under the dim light, the two people who were separated by the cell door recognized each other. The down-and-out prisoner pointed at Jun Ziyou, speechless in fright, while the latter smiled softly, "Long time no see, recognize you!" Did I come out? Lord Xing. Or I should call you Xing Jinbao now."

"You, you...you are..."

"Remember, I am Junziyou who sent you here."

Xing Jinbao immediately changed his ugly face, and grabbed Jun Ziyou with both hands, wishing to die with him, "You! You bastard who doesn't know what to do! Do you know how miserable I was when you brought me here? ! I won’t let you go, even if I’m a ghost, I won’t let you go!!”

"But you know, now that I am the Shaoqing of Dali Temple, I can send you in, and I can take you out. You should be very clear about the reason why you were reduced to the prison of the Ministry of Punishment but survived. Don't forget that you are in charge of the Ministry of Punishment. Who is the person above, once the person above does not intend to protect you, what will happen to you who may reveal the secret?"

The gentleman has an aura of calmness and prestige when he is serious, and his every move reveals self-confidence, which makes Xing Jinbao, who has not been in contact with the outside world for a long time, shaken.

"You...what do you want to do!"

"If I said that I sent you here to benefit the common people, my original intention has not changed now. The benefits of this move far exceed the cost of letting the tiger go back to the mountain, so I am willing to make this deal with you. Of course, the price is the same as yours. It doesn't matter, you just gave me a clue, and I saved you from prison to repay you, that's all."

Then, Jun Ziyou moved closer, lowered his voice, and said in a bewitching tone: "You should be very clear about my conditions, whether you want to keep this secret and enter the coffin, or get out of danger as soon as possible and fly away, it's up to you to choose Yes. I can give you a day to think about it. As for whether someone will come to take your life within this day, I can't guarantee..."

"I promise you! As long as I can go out, I promise you anything!!"

Seeing Xing Jinbao's crying face, Jun Ziyou knew that his strategy of playing hard to get had succeeded.

And he didn't say much about it, he didn't even mention his purpose in a single word, he just stretched out his hand into the cell.

When he stopped, there was already a finely carved copper coin in his palm.