On the Thousand Postures Reconstructed by the Scumbags.

Du Lingchun went all the way to a high position, if he said his hands were clean, it would be a lie, if he said there was no Yin Division behind his back, it would be a lie.And all these secret and invisible things are hidden in the study, so that they are not allowed to trespass.

Wu Yue thought that Gongsun Zhuoyu had left, so he knocked on the door openly and went in, but he didn't think that he was here to open the window, pulled him up with a little force, and at the same time apologized to Du Lingchun through the window: "It belongs to you." Damn it."

Du Lingchun paused when he saw this, and a large ink blot appeared on the tip of his pen, and then he put down the pen: "It's okay, let him in."

Wu Yue glanced at him, and then let go of Gongsun Zhuoyu.

Gongsun Zhuoyu straightened his wrinkled collar, and when he passed by Wu Yue, he gave him a middle finger, and then opened the door and walked into the study.

Wu Yue: "..."

Wu Yue couldn't understand what the gesture meant, so he quietly hid in the dark and continued to guard the door.

It was already midnight at this time. Seeing Gongsun Zhuoyu coming in, Du Lingchun put the ledger aside, then slumped back into the chair lazily, put his hand on his chin and said, "Master Gongsun doesn't sleep in the middle of the night, why did he start crawling?" This kind of sneaky behavior?"

There is no yin and yang weirdness like that in the daytime, only half-smile jokes.

Gongsun Zhuoyu touched the tip of his nose, and felt that he was a bit abrupt, and glanced at the bookshelf behind Du Lingchun: "I really shouldn't be bothering you late at night, I just want to borrow a book from the company."

Du Lingchun is obviously not a person who likes to read, and those things behind are also decorations, and he raised his eyebrows slightly when he heard this: "What book?"

Gongsun Zhuoyu: ""Miscellaneous Poetry Collection"."

Great, haven't heard or read it.

Du Lingchun stared at him, thinking that this person came here in the middle of the night to borrow a broken book: "Find it yourself."

This is not difficult, the books on the bookshelves are placed in a regular order, such as the six arts, the philosophers, the poems, the military, the mathematics, and the methods.Just follow along to find the past.

While searching, Gongsun Zhuoyu talked to Du Lingchun: "When I rushed to the White Mansion today, I was a step too late. My tongue was wrung out and I died at home."

Du Lingchun hummed, and he heard the report from Xuan Yiwei who went with him.

Gongsun Zhuoyu said: "When Master was chasing after him, he had fought with the murderer. The other party was a young man, his right arm was injured. If the company sends people to search the whole city tomorrow, it is impossible to find the murderer." In the underdeveloped ancient times, the best way to find it was human search.

Du Lingchun wondered why Gongsun Zhuoyu was so sure that he would listen to him, but he said: "It's not difficult, please ask Your Majesty tomorrow, and call the imperial army to search from house to house."

Gongsun Zhuoyu thought to himself that this method is still too stupid, and there is only a [-]% chance of catching people.While speaking, his eyes suddenly passed over a row of bookshelves, and he seemed to find something. He took it out and saw that it was the "Miscellaneous Poetry Collection".

Daye's books don't have page numbers, so they can only be turned backwards one by one.Gongsun Zhuoyu flipped through a few pages, and finally found out the corresponding verses, and compared them with the ones sent by the murderer. The printed font and layout were the same, and they were all surrounded by thin columns on both sides.

Du Lingchun raised his eyelids: "What did you find?"

Gongsun Zhuoyu explained: "The poems sent by the murderer are all torn from a book of "Miscellaneous Poems". There is a new item of "Miscellaneous Poems" at home, so it may be a clue."

Apart from erotic pictures, the best sellers in bookstores are short story books. This kind of collection of miscellaneous poems is usually not bought by anyone. Go ask, the boss may still have an impression.

After Gongsun Zhuoyu finished speaking, he looked at the desk inadvertently, but saw a piece of paper on it, and he didn't know what was written on it: "Is the company practicing calligraphy?"

It is a memorial to the emperor.

Du Lingchun's handwriting is average, not ugly, but not pretty either.He casually threw the half-written memorial aside: "It's written in vain."

Gongsun Zhuoyu smiled: "The writing is beautiful."

Du Lingchun paused when he heard the words.To be honest, if Gongsun Zhuoyu's tone was not sincere, he would feel that the other party was mocking him: "Where does it look good?"

Gongsun Zhuoyu approached attentively: "Everywhere is beautiful."

Hearing this, Du Lingchun couldn't help curling his lips, but was forced down by him again.Looking at the "Mountains, Rivers, Sun and Moon Picture" hanging on the opposite wall, he said honestly, "It's not as good as yours."

Gongsun Zhuoyu has been a man for two lifetimes, and he has a better foundation in calligraphy than others. Not to mention reaching the pinnacle, but it is enough to crush most people.When he heard Du Lingchun boasting about himself, his smiling eyes narrowed: "Then I teach the company?"

Du Lingchun glanced at him, wondering how to teach calligraphy.But Gongsun Zhuoyu seemed to see through his thoughts, took a piece of rice paper from the corner of the table, spread it on the table, picked up a pen and ink, thought for a moment, and wrote the three characters "Du Lingchun".

Gongsun Zhuoyu's teaching method is quite simple and rude: "The company can just follow the instructions."

Du Lingchun: "..."

Gongsun Zhuoyu, that bastard.

The rice paper was spread flat on the table, and the three characters "Du Lingchun" took up nearly half of the area. The thick black ink was weakened by a third of the coldness under the yellowish candlelight.Du Lingchun hesitated to draw a pen, and then, under the watchful eyes of the people beside him, he drew a horizontal line on the paper...

"too heavy."

Gongsun Zhuoyu gently pinched his wrist, then lifted it up, and said in a low voice, "Be gentle."

If he didn't touch it, Du Lingchun's hands would be stiff when he touched it, and his strokes would be crooked and slanted, which is really worse than that written by a three-year-old child.

Du Lingchun felt ashamed, crumpled the paper into a ball and threw it into a corner: "Stop practicing!"

Gongsun Zhuoyu wanted to practice well, why not practice.He drew another piece of paper, spread it flat on the table, pressed it with a paperweight, and said with a smile: "Don't be angry, company, I didn't teach it well just now, I will teach it again."

After he finished speaking, he dipped the brush in the ink, glanced at Du Lingchun, then hesitantly put the brush into the opponent's hand, covered the back of his hand, and slowly clenched it.

Gongsun Zhuoyu said: "The power is in the tip of the pen, not in the hand."

After he finished speaking, he dragged Du Lingchun's hand down across the paper, but because his sight was blocked, he could only stand a little closer, with his shoulder touching Du Lingchun's back, looking from the front, it seemed that he was completely It's the same as people hugging.

Du Lingchun's full attention was no longer on the paper, he could even feel Gongsun Zhuoyu's warm breath pouring on his ears, even the tips of his ears were slightly warm, and he tilted his head unconsciously.

"Company, read the words with your eyes."

Gongsun Zhuoyu gently straightened his head with the other hand, and then it fell on his shoulder. The fingertips stayed for a moment, then slowly slid down, and finally landed on Du Lingchun's waist.

"..."

Sensing his movements, Du Lingchun looked down, not knowing what he was thinking.I just feel that my right hand is no longer under my control, it's just numb and stiffly being pulled by the other party, and strokes are made on the paper.

When the first word "Du" was written, Gongsun Zhuoyu gently rested his chin on Du Lingchun's shoulder.

When the second word "Ling" was written, Gongsun Zhuoyu's hand on his waist slowly tightened, and it fell to the point.

The third word for "spring" is almost exhausted, and they have already formed an ambiguous posture, the kind that can't be washed away even by jumping into the Yellow River.

"..."

Du Lingchun's mind was blank, his heart was beating wildly, his palms were sweating unknowingly, and he could hardly hold the pen.

"Company..."

Gongsun Zhuoyu made a low voice behind him, stopped moving, did not write any more, and quietly maintained that posture.His nostrils were filled with the faint scent of sinking water from Du Lingchun's body, which was very familiar, even though it was the first time they were so close.

Du Lingchun clenched his fingertips unconsciously, a little afraid of what Gongsun Zhuoyu would do, but he couldn't tell whether it was fear or expectation.I just felt that the hand around my waist was getting tighter and tighter, and my back was just pressing against the hot chest of the other party.

Du Lingchun was originally born with indistinguishable sex, but now under the flickering candlelight, his eyebrows flew into his temples, and he looked more and more feminine.

Gongsun Zhuoyu used to hate eunuchs the most. He thought they were all sissies, and they liked to hide their knives behind their smiles and stab people in the back.But for some reason, Du Lingchun finds it pleasing to the eye wherever he looks.

The writing brush fell on the paper at some point, soaked a large ink mark, and finally rolled to the corner with a sound, but no one cared about it.

Gongsun Zhuoyu wondered if he should find something to say, maintained that posture, and said in a low voice: "It's already midnight, is the company in the study at this time every day?"

Just like what Shi Qianqiu judged at the beginning, a person like Du Lingchun, with a sword hanging over his head every day, is afraid of tossing and turning, and can't sleep at night.Hearing this, he hummed vaguely, his throat tightened a bit.

Gongsun Zhuoyu said: "You should rest early, staying up late is not good for your health."

He clasped Du Lingchun's hand tightly, couldn't help rubbing it lightly, and then relaxed his grip and let it go: "If the company is free in the future, just come to me. Although I am not talented, I can do it." The company will teach you how to practice calligraphy."

Du Lingchun remembered what Wu Yue had stopped him just now, he paused and said: "In the future, you can come whenever you want, I will give orders, and no one will stop you."

It seemed that this study room was really just an ordinary study room, without hiding some shady and confidential things, allowing him to come and go freely.

Gongsun Zhuoyu naturally understood what he meant, and was a little happy in his heart, and responded in a low voice: "I will come when the company is here, and I will not come when the company is not."

This sentence sounds ambiguous and sentimental, and it can make people's ears red in an instant.

Du Lingchun hesitated, but his mind was still blank, and he didn't know what to say.

Gongsun Zhuoyu didn't want to disturb his rest, so he stayed for a while, and then reluctantly let go of his hand: "Then the company should rest early, I'll go back to my room first, see you tomorrow."

Du Lingchun pursed his lips: "Got it."

He probably also wanted to say something to Gongsun Zhuoyu to rest early, but a few words stuck in his throat, so he didn't say it, he could only watch Gongsun Zhuoyu leave the room.

Wu Yue stood quietly outside, holding the sword in both hands, motionless, like a statue.Hearing the sound of the door being opened, he looked up, only to see Gongsun Zhuoyu coming out of the study.

Gongsun Zhuoyu also found Wu Yue, and said hello: "Wu guard."

Wu Yue nodded: "Master Gongsun."

Gongsun Zhuoyu raised his middle finger at him: "You are the flower picker!"

His mind is still as small as ever.After saying this, regardless of Wu Yue's dazed expression, he patted his sleeves, turned around and went back to his room to sleep.

Gongsun Zhuoyu only waited for the dawn of tomorrow to find out the murderer's whereabouts, but he didn't expect that when he woke up, he suddenly heard a shocking news——

Tang Feishuang has caught the murderer!

The author has something to say: Gongsun Zhuoyu: No!I don't believe it, I don't believe it, I don't believe it!