Self-help guide for non-professional young masters

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Really really really HE!Say the important thing three times, absolutely HE, let Ziyou use his strength to prove that he will not die even if he dies! !

In the end, Xiao Beicheng didn't have the courage to walk out of that door, and watched him go to an irreversible death with his own eyes.

This also happened to be in line with Jun Ziyou's wishes. When he went out, he saw Jiang Linyuan who was guarding in front of the Wangfu, and he smiled sadly: "Sure enough, I am not a thin lover. I have only been with the prince for three years, and parting seems to be fatal." The pain is the same, if it stays for a few more years, I'm afraid it will really be as heartbreaking as parting from life and death."

Jiang Linyuan said helplessly, "My lord, don't say such unlucky words."

"I am no longer the young minister of Dali Temple, so you don't need to respect me anymore. I was demoted for some reason, and if you get too close to me, people will hate you."

"How can I care about the eyes of others? When I first entered Dali Temple, I said that people who admire you will follow you. Even if you are no longer an official, you are still an admirable literati to me. , I'm here to see you off, what's wrong."

Gentleman You smiled, thinking that meeting such an upright person was considered a blessing to him, so he got into the car with Jiang Linyuan, rolled up the bead curtain, and watched the magnificent scenery of Beijing gradually go away, feeling rather melancholy.

He said dejectedly: "After I leave, the person who is most likely to be promoted to the position of Shaoqing is you. I know your ability after getting along these days. It is not a problem to investigate some difficult and miscellaneous cases, but you must do it in Dali Temple." Be careful alone."

Jiang Linyuan understood, and whispered the name: "Si Ye."

"He has been hiding in the officialdom for many years. I still can't figure out his details. I don't even know who he is working for. If the prince calms down the matter, let it go. This matter involves a close friend of mine, and it is impossible not to worry about it, so I have something to ask."

"Don't worry, I will definitely find out the cause of the incident during the days when you return to Yunguan, and use Jiang's forces to secretly protect Master Su Qinghe. In the days to come, I am very sorry that I cannot walk with you, please be sure Take care of yourself... Your Highness."

Jun Ziyou smiled helplessly, knowing that he could not persuade him to change his mind after so many years of persuasion, even if he said a few more words at this moment, it would be useless, so he simply kept silent.

But Jiang Linyuan regarded his actions as a compromise, couldn't hide his excitement, and wanted to say something, but Jun Ziyou coughed again.

He had endured in the palace for a long time, and he had reached the limit. He only coughed once, and blood overflowed between the fingers covering his mouth. Jiang Linyuan was eager to order someone to stop the car, but Jun Ziyou stopped him.

"Don't let the lord know about my illness. Doctor Jiang has me to persuade you. You have to keep this secret for me, and don't let the lord worry."

"But……"

"The lord was punished and banned from the mansion. Knowing that I was seriously ill, he would definitely come to visit me regardless of the ban. I was demoted not long ago, and there are many people who are staring at the mansion and wanting to step on it. Let no one take advantage of it. "

Seeing Jiang Linyuan's serious face, Jun Ziyou smiled again: "Don't worry, I know my own body well, and I've gotten used to it after being ill for a long time, so I'll be fine after a while."

Jun Ziyou sent Jiang Linyuan back to the foot of Suyun Mountain. When he got off the car, he happened to see Dr. Jiang who was ordered by Xiao Beicheng to wait for him. It was only after he left that he showed discomfort in his body, his legs softened, and he fell to his knees.

Dr. Jiang quickly helped him up, and called the Taoist priests guarding the mountain gate to help him. When he dragged the gentleman up the mountain, he kept talking, saying, "Hold on, hold on, look at you!" How long can virtue last!"

Jun Ziyou wiped the blood from his mouth, forced a smile, and asked half-jokingly, "Doctor Jiang, how long can I live?"

He couldn't walk for half a step, and he sat paralyzed on the ground and couldn't move an inch. The Taoist priest who helped him had to go up the mountain to ask for help. While he was resting, Dr. Jiang took his pulse and asked seriously, "Do you want to hear the truth?"

"Naturally. In the past, when I was in Gusu, I could prepare birthday materials and arrange my own funeral. But in Beijing, someone will take care of it for me. All I have to worry about is what I planned after my death. Can it develop in the direction I expected..."

Dr. Jiang sighed, and said in a deep voice, "Half a month... not enough."

"Enough is enough."

According to Dr. Jiang's words, in the next ten days, Jun Ziyou's health deteriorated, he often coughed so much that he couldn't sleep all night, and even getting out of bed became difficult.

Although Dr. Jiang helped him keep the secret, he couldn't stop Daoist Qingchen's mouth. Knowing that his situation was not good, Daoist Qingchen immediately wrote a letter and sent it to the capital. There was no reply in the sky, so Daoist Qingchen had no choice but to send his confidant disciples to ride back to Beijing to report.

On the day when Junziyou was critically ill, it was still rainy in Chang'an, which was in the rainy season.I don't know what kind of wind he was suffering from. It was windy and windy outside, but he wanted to go out to bask in the sun. Dr. Jiang knew that he was returning to the past, and in order to fulfill his last wish, he helped him to the back mountain where there are few people.

He was lying on the reclining chair wrapped in a heavy quilt, looking up at the beautiful scenery in the courtyard, he seemed to have a thousand words, but it was difficult to express his heart, he closed his eyes slowly, fell asleep, and the dream was difficult to wake up.

Hearing the news that Junziyou was critically ill, Xiao Beicheng really ignored the obstruction of others and went out of the city overnight in the rain.

When passing through the south city gate, the soldiers guarding the city stopped him on the grounds that the emperor had ordered King Jin to restrain his feet.

But Xiao Beicheng was forced by the sharp blade, but he had no intention of retreating.

"Get out of the way, let me see him..."

The guard persuaded: "The lowly position is also to act on orders. The emperor blames it, and more than one person has been implicated. Please think twice."

Xiao Beicheng's expression was in a trance, and he only repeated one sentence: "Get out of the way...let me see him..."

"My lord..."

"Step aside!!"

Shen Ci could not speak when he was in a hurry, he wanted to persuade the soldiers defending the city to be flexible, but he couldn't hold back a word for a long time, in a moment of anxiety, he drew his sword and wanted to fight the soldiers to the death, the situation was chaotic for a while.

The general guarding the city, Lu Suifeng, was alarmed and went to meet Xiao Beicheng in person. Seeing the man's sad eyes, he understood everything, and immediately ordered: "Open the city gate, and the last general will respectfully send King Jin out of the city."

The soldiers under him stopped him: "General, absolutely not. King Jin is now punished and confined in the mansion. If he is released from the city, the emperor will blame him..."

"The King Jin I know is definitely not a fool who doesn't know the importance. He will be like this. It must be a major event that he is willing to pay for his future. I don't want to waste his life. Even if the emperor really blames it, I will bear it. Listen to me Yes, open the city gate and send King Jin out of the city!"

Xiao Beicheng didn't hold out hope at first, but it can be seen that Lu Suifeng tried his best to help, and he was more grateful than accidental.

Before the gate fell, the other party seemed to pass by Xiao Beicheng casually, and reminded in a low voice: "Something is wrong, the prince must be careful."

But Xiao Beicheng was restless, he just said "Thank you", and hurried out of the city, heading straight for Suyun Temple.

When he arrived, Jun Ziyou was already on his deathbed, and he heard the movement in a daze, so he begged Doctor Jiang to lock the door tightly, and said weakly: "I am so desperate, I don't want him to see it, please..."

He was panting with difficulty, and his emotions were so agitated, Dr. Jiang couldn't bear it, so he gave in to him, but when Xiao Beicheng knocked on the door, his heart softened.

Although he couldn't hear it clearly through the door, he could feel the grief contained in Xiao Beicheng's hoarse cry.

The man knocked on the door unwillingly, the blood from his fingers was washed away by the rain, and soon disappeared, just like under the downpour, no one could see the tears on his face clearly.

"Gentleman You, you dishonest liar, you clearly promised to stay with me for another year, but you backtracked on the tenth day, and now you don't even have the courage to meet me!!"

The voice of questioning touched people's hearts, but Jun Ziyou was already in tears, obviously unable to speak, but he still held on to Dr. Jiang's cuff, refusing to let him in.

Dr. Jiang turned his face away, gritted his teeth, pulled the sleeve out of his hand cruelly, pulled out the latch and put it into Xiao Beicheng.

Sure enough, the man rushed to the side of the bed as soon as he entered the door, took Jun Ziyou's cold and stiff hand, stroked his forehead, and couldn't say a word.

Jun Ziyou raised his hand with difficulty to wipe away the tears on his face, his voice was weak and unpleasant, "My lord, don't cry..."

"That's rain!"

"It's salty and bitter, it's tears..."

"Gentlemen's tour!"

This made him anxious, Junziyou laughed, and bit the man's drenched skirt with his mouth open, trying his best to hold back the tearing pain in his chest.

"Don't cry, my lord... I remember that when I came, you greeted me with a smile. I'm leaving, so don't make a sad face..."

As bad as before, he trembled and panted, sat up with the last of his strength, leaned on Xiao Beicheng's shoulder and hugged him, interlocking his fingers.

He laughed and said, "It's great, with the prince by my side, I won't be afraid..."

Xiao Beicheng bit his lip, hesitantly hugged his thin body, it was the heartache of wanting to integrate him into his flesh and blood.

"Qing Jue, I still have a wish, please allow me..."

"No, don't say..."

"After I die, I don't leave a coffin or an inscription, just burn it to a handful of ashes and scatter it... If you leave traces, you will miss me, how can I be willing..."

"Junziyou, you are not allowed to die!!"

"If you think of me in the future, put a broken plum branch in front of my spirit..."

"Ziyou, stop talking, please..."

"Qingjue, it's so dark...you hug me tighter, hold me tighter, okay..."

After finishing speaking, Xiao Beicheng only felt the five fingers tightly clenched in his palm twitch slightly. The man opened his eyes and moved closer, as if he wanted to kiss him, but halfway through, he exhausted all his strength, and when his arms sank, the man leaned against his shoulder and fell into a deep sleep. , never woke up again.

He didn't even have time to tighten his embrace, flustered like a bewildered child, his mind was blank and he was at a loss.

Dr. Jiang took the pulse of the man, confirmed that he was powerless, and said solemnly: "My lord, Mr. Jun... died."

These words lingered in his ears like the echo of the abyss, Xiao Beicheng subconsciously hugged Junziyou tightly, and when Dr. Jiang came to pull him, he yelled at people like a wild beast: "Get out! Get out!!"

"My lord, my condolences..."

"roll!!"

When Dr. Jiang went out, he met Shen Ci who was ordered to wait outside. He seemed to have expected something, and twisted his hands together anxiously. He was obviously afraid of hearing the bad news, but he asked out of the pitiful hope in his heart: " Doctor Jiang, sir, is he alright?"

Doctor Jiang, who couldn't bear to tell the truth, looked at the closed door, sighed, and said ambiguously: "Who knows..."