Self-help guide for non-professional young masters

The news of Junziyou's death soon spread to the palace, and Emperor Yuan personally ordered Huabushi to come to find out the truth. When he arrived, Xiao Beicheng was sitting in the Suyunguan wing, staring blankly at the distant mountains outside the window. scene.

Shen Ci pulled his sleeve outside, shook his head to signal him not to move forward, Hua Bushi asked: "That matter... is it true?"

The other party's eyes were red, it was obvious that he had been crying all night, and he couldn't speak, so he could only nod.

Hua didn't know what to say and stopped, at this time Shen Ci quietly entered the door, and said to the person in the room in a low voice: "My lord, Steward Liu is here."

The man was still silent, Steward Liu, who came after hearing the news, nodded to Hua Bushi, even after saying hello, he took Shen Ci out of the room, and closed the door to separate them from the outside.

Steward Liu sighed, pressed his hands firmly against the edge of the door, struggled for a long time before the heaviness on his face disappeared, turned around to the window, and took Xiao Beicheng's hand.

"My lord, I think he doesn't want to see you forgetting about food and drink for him. He has been ill for so many years, and he is in great pain. It's a relief to go, and it's good to be away from the hustle and bustle of the court, isn't it?"

Xiao Beicheng's eyes slowly fell on the tidy bed, his eyes were bloodshot, and he pointed lightly.

"That's the place where I made out with him for the first time. I stayed here during the wolf demon case. It was the first time he was so active. He woke up early in the morning and scolded me for the first time. The bed skills are poor... But it is also the first time for him , I didn’t say anything when the pain was unbearable, I just frowned and cried in a low voice. I often wondered if I valued him too much and took away his blessings, as others said. points, will let him..."

"No, my lord, he is seriously ill, and he knows that his life is not long. But he obeyed what the lord said, and followed you to the capital, just wanting to use the few days left to stir things up for you."

"If I hadn't brought him to the capital, he could have passed away peacefully in Gusu, instead of working so hard and going away wronged in the end, it's hard to prove his innocence."

"My lord..."

Xiao Beicheng stroked his forehead and sighed, his heart was hard to calm down, he held on to the armrest tightly, his joints turned white.

"He died in my arms last night. It was difficult to breathe when he was dying. It was so painful and desperate, but he still endured the pain in my arms and refused to make me worry... Before my mother passed away, she told me So at the last moment, there were tears on his face. I thought he was unmoved because his feelings for me were not as deep-rooted as I was for him, but when Dr. Jiang sorted out his body, I saw ...Seeing the quilt wet with his tears, he has obviously..."

Xiao Beicheng leaned over and leaned his forehead lightly on Steward Liu's shoulder, already overwhelmed.

He said: "Yu Qing, he went, I was so painful, so desperate, but I couldn't shed a single tear. Shen Ci, who often bickered with him, cried all night outside, but I was indifferent to it. I... Sure enough, he is a ruthless person."

Steward Liu patted him on the back as a comfort, and said in a low voice: "No, you just haven't accepted the fact that he left. That's fine, you can rest for a few days, my lord. None of us will mess with you these days." suspect."

After all, Steward Liu helped Xiao Beicheng up on his own, without asking him if he wanted to, and led him outside the door who was in a trance.

The glaring sunlight was reflected on that person's face, so he had to raise his hand to block his eyes, and let Butler Liu help him to the mountain road.

Xiao Beicheng politely declined his company, and only said, "You go and take care of his funeral, don't worry about me" and went down the mountain alone.

Every step he took was extremely slow. Concerned about his mood at the moment, Steward Liu did not accompany him, but quietly watched him stumble away all the way.

The scene when he walked this forest path with Jun Ziyou seemed to be in front of his eyes. He still remembered that at that time, he held his hands in front of him and was too lazy to look at that person. Then he got lost, and didn't realize that he was separated until he went up the mountain.

Thinking of this, his feet suddenly stepped on the ground, and he barely stabilized his figure by holding on to the fence on the side of the road.

For some reason, Xiao Beicheng suddenly couldn't move, and fell to the ground, like a child who couldn't find his way home, bewildered.

Two lines of tears slipped from the corners of his eyes and wet his clothes. How much he wished that he could cry heart-piercingly, crying out all the sadness in his heart, so that he wouldn't be in such pain anymore...but he couldn't.

Even such an instinctive reaction became an extravagant hope, and he murmured absentmindedly: "Ziyou, I love you... Believe me, I really love you..."

He was just sitting there, when he suddenly heard a mournful howl from above his head.

Xuehun hovered in the air, and slowly landed beside Xiao Beicheng, bent down and put his neck against him, crying softly, comforting his heartbroken master.

I don't know how long it took before the guards of the palace who came to look for him escorted him down the mountain.

In the forest, a young man dressed in white watched his every move intently, sighed deeply, and only after confirming that he was gone, he began to shake off the bamboo hat covered with white gauze.

A person appeared behind him, seeing him like this, he said a sarcastic remark, "You are as ruthless as you, why did the prince fall in love with you, a sick ghost who hurts people's heart?"

This person was Dr. Jiang who sneaked out while everyone was busy with the funeral. He glanced at the reaction of the man in white with contempt in his eyes.

The man was not annoyed when he heard what he said, turned around and smiled at him, put on a bamboo hat to cover his face, and said: "Before we parted, did you only have this sentence to say?"

"You reminded me by saying that, remember to bring this." As he said, Dr. Jiang took out a medicine bottle from his arms and stuffed it in his hand, "This is a month's worth. It takes a month to send people to the capital to get the medicine, remember?"

"Then thank you Doctor Jiang for your kindness. I hope that when we meet again in three years, I can call you by your real name... right? Jiang Yanqing."

After saying this, the man in white walked into the depths of the mountain forest without looking back, leaving only Dr. Jiang standing there alone and muttering to himself: "If you think that death is the end of everything, then you are very wrong. Things are not like rain and snow. When you fall into the mud, you will go there lightly. You will return to him sooner or later, Junziyou..."

Afterwards, in accordance with Junziyou's wishes, his body was cremated without a coffin or inscription, and only the ashes were placed in a clean bottle and temporarily enshrined in Suyun Temple.

On the day when he was sent away, Xiao Beicheng didn't attend, and sat in Nongyu Xiaozhu early in the morning, looking at the various traces left by that person, there would always be an illusion that he was still alive.Thinking about it this way makes it less painful.

Sitting in the room, Xiao Beicheng watched the dust accumulated by the window, always remembering that when he first came to the palace, he would sneak out to sell wine, annoy himself, often walk on the ground barefoot, and would not listen to persuasion. Hiding by the window to see the snow scene of Chang'an that I have never seen before, I will also sneak into my quilt during the sleepless night, and say with a smile: "My lord, I miss you."

The Sri Lankan man has gone, and even if he walks through the bustling streets with people coming and going, he can no longer see the familiar thin figure of that man.Even if he went to Nanfeng Pavilion to sit for a while, he would never see that young man in white who would accompany him to listen to music and drink tea, and be jealous of him.

He went to the unfinished Dali Temple, went to the Langhua Pavilion that had caused trouble, and even risked being convicted for exceeding the rules, went to the palace to see all the places the man had been to... He couldn't find it. his traces.

Standing on Suzaku Street yesterday, amidst the vast crowd, he seemed to have seen the back of that person, and subconsciously stretched out his hand to catch it, but it was just a stranger in white clothes, whose appearance and figure had no resemblance to him.

He was stunned for a long time on the street, as if the hustle and bustle of the world had gone away.

But at this moment, facing the unfolded plain white fan, looking at the clear ink marks with the words "Three Questions" written on it, he unconsciously muttered: "Chang'an Gujiu Junziyou, where are the three questions in the past..."

When Shen Ci heard this sentence outside Nongyu Xiaozhu, she felt sad and couldn't stop crying.

Hearing his sobs, Xiao Beicheng was upset, went out and said, "Don't cry here, what are you looking like?"

Seeing that his eyes were red and swollen like a pair of peaches, he knew that he must have been crying for a long time again, Xiao Beicheng asked: "Have you gone to see him off today?"

Shen Ci nodded, "Not many people went, only Daoist Qingchen, Jiang Sizheng, Doctor Jiang, Steward Liu and me. The Taoist priest lit the fire himself, and Jiang Sizheng held the ashes for Mr. He has been placed in Suyun Temple, and if you want to see him, you can always..."

"not see."

He answered so resolutely that Shen Ci's heart trembled, and he followed the man closely, unable to believe what he heard.

"My lord..."

"See, he is really dead. No, maybe there is still a chance."

"My lord, how can you be so cold-blooded? You didn't shed a single tear when your husband left. Now that he's gone, you don't want to see him. If your husband is alive in heaven, how sad you would be... I, my worst I hate the prince!!"

Shen Ci cried and turned around and ran, but after only a few steps, he turned his head back and shouted to Xiao Beicheng's receding back: "My lord, even if you don't care about sir, please look at the friendship in the past, check The cause of his death. Mister has only been to Suyun Temple for half a month and he became critically ill. If he said no one harmed him, I would not believe it. My lord, I beg you, you must give him justice, please!"

Shen Ci knelt down, watching the man leave quickly, his heart turned cold, and his questioning stabbed Xiao Beicheng's heart like a knife.

"My lord! Are you really so ruthless that you want to abandon Mr. Wang? My lord!!"

Xiao Beicheng walked into the ancestral hall resolutely, and slammed the door shut to isolate Shen's ancestral hall from the outside.

The tense emotions for the past few days finally lost control, and he fell to the ground with his back against the door. Tears were like beads with a broken thread, and it was difficult to hold them in his eyes.

The veins on the back of his hand covering his mouth were bulging, looking at the dignified and full-length portrait of the eldest princess on the coffin, he knelt down in front of the coffin, clutching the cloth towel spread on the table, and wept bitterly: "Mother, he left, he lost Leave me alone and leave alone..."

This was Junziyou's only catharsis after his death. He abandoned his dignity and shame, crying hoarsely.

When his vision was blurred, he saw a brand new spiritual card being placed on the side, and he held it in his arms almost subconsciously, rubbed the neat handwriting with his fingertips, and burst into tears in an instant.

What is engraved on the spirit card is exactly "the spirit seat of Princess Jin, Jun Ziyou".