On the Thousand Postures Reconstructed by the Scumbags.

Tang Feishuang may have some talent, but it's just that his reputation has grown over the years, so he doesn't know if there is any help from the Tang family behind him.To put it bluntly, he is just a rich and noble son who is under the protection of his family. He is full of literary skills, but he may not be able to put it into practice.

After leaving the Tai Chi Hall, Tang Feishuang's face was still pale and unsightly, apparently he was severely hit by Du Lingchun's slanderous words.He walked down the steps silently, for some reason, he suddenly turned around and shouted: "Gongsun Zhuoyu—"

Gongsun Zhuoyu walked slowly behind, and raised his head slightly when he heard the words: "What can Mr. Tang teach you?"

Tang Feishuang paused for a moment, then pointed out: "Luo Jianming may not be the murderer, but he is absolutely inseparable from this case. Back then, Mo Yanwu treated him with great kindness, and Mo's entire family was beheaded. How could he just sit idly by?" ?”

After finishing speaking, he glanced at Du Lingchun and walked away, still frivolous.

Gongsun Zhuoyu was different, he was very tactful from birth, he gently tugged on Ladu Lingchun's sleeve, and whispered: "Sigong, don't be angry."

Du Lingchun was naturally angry, but when he saw the hand clutching his sleeve, he turned off the fire inexplicably, and said with a sneer, "Our company never gets angry with idiots."

He is the kind of person who will never talk nonsense if he can do it. No matter how many verbal battles, he is not as happy as killing with a knife.

Gongsun Zhuoyu was thinking about what Tang Feishuang said just now, took Du Lingchun's sleeve robe, and gently tugged twice: "Can I ask the company for a favor?"

Du Lingchun squinted at him, wondering what was worth the word "beg", and frowned slightly: "Say."

Gongsun Zhuoyu said: "Luo Jianming is still a suspect, he cannot be let go, please ask the company to find a place to temporarily detain him."

Du Lingchun: "I thought it was something difficult, why, you really believed Tang Feishuang's nonsense?"

The other party might be deliberately misleading his way of investigating the case.

Gongsun Zhuoyu said: "There are too many coincidences so it may not be a coincidence. Luo Jianming had enmity with these four people at the same time, and these four people were not on duty in the palace that night when they were killed, and he was so skillful at using the quick sword. Since he is good at martial arts , is the best of the Habayashi guards, why was he injured by someone this morning, and it is such a coincidence that it is his right arm."

Just as Tang Feishuang said, even if it wasn't the murderer, it still couldn't get away with it.

Du Lingchun thought that the emperor only gave half a month's time limit. If the murderer can't be found out, there should be a scapegoat for Gongsun Zhuoyu to deal with. Luo Jianming might be useful: "In that case, if you put him in the prison of the Beijing Law Department, he will grow wings. Can't fly out either."

The guards searched the man with the wound on his right arm extensively this morning. They might have alarmed the enemy. Under normal circumstances, the murderer will most likely not commit crimes again until the injury recovers. He will only find a place to hide.

Paper is expensive in Daye, so the book industry is underdeveloped.Gongsun Zhuoyu sent someone to check, and although there are hundreds of bookstores in the entire capital, only six bookstores have recently entered a new batch of "Miscellaneous Poems".

He circled the residences of the four deceased on the map and chose the nearest ones, and finally found that a Wanli Bookstore was the closest.Dressed up, and started the old business of "private visits in micro-services".

Gongsun Zhuoyu pretends to be a scholar, which at first glance looks like that.He stood at the door and watched for a while, but found that there was no one inside, then walked into the bookstore waving a folding fan.

The shopkeeper was dozing off at first, but when he heard the movement, he immediately raised his head, like a man who has been in drought for a long time, looking at Gongsun Zhuoyu with light in his eyes: "Guest officer, what books do you want to buy?"

Gongsun Zhuoyu shook his fan, but didn't make a sound, thinking about how to say something.Seeing this, the clinker shopkeeper misunderstood, sneakily took out a book from under the cabinet, and handed it to him with a smirk: "My lord, would you like to take a look at this, the picture of beauties that just came out is absolutely beautiful."

Gongsun Zhuoyu glanced subconsciously when he heard the words, who would have thought that it was a erotic picture, or the kind with rather rough painting skills, frowned and threw it away: "Vulgar stuff."

The shopkeeper hurriedly picked it up and said, "Hey, my lord, if you don't like it, there are other things, this one, what do you think of this one?"

Gongsun Zhuoyu's eyes were cheap, and when he heard the words, he subconsciously glanced at it, only to find that it was Longyang Tu, his eyes widened, his face was ashamed, and he threw it back like a hot potato: "What a mess!"

Seeing that he was angry, the shopkeeper was helpless: "Guest officer, I asked you what you want to buy, and you didn't say a word. I showed you some good stuff, but you threw away my book instead. What's the reason for that?"

Gongsun Zhuoyu frowned: "Does your family have "Miscellaneous Poems"?"

Hearing this, the shopkeeper let out a cheer, and took out a book with a blue cover from the upper shelf and handed it to him: "I thought what you wanted, it turned out to be a collection of poems."

Gongsun Zhuoyu took it over and took a look, and found that the paper was new paper, the ink was new ink, and the layout was no different from the one sent by the murderer: "How long ago did you get this book?"

The shopkeeper is always a little sensitive about such irrelevant questions, and he may suspect that he is someone sent by the bookstore next door: "Young master is very good, why do you ask this?"

Gongsun Zhuoyu said casually: "How many books of this kind have you bought, I want them all."

The shopkeeper was overjoyed when he heard the words: "Master, you have good eyesight. This is a new product purchased by the villain half a month ago. A total of [-] copies have been purchased, and three copies have been sold. There are still [-] copies left."

He cracked his abacus: "Forty pages of paper, a total of eighty poems printed, counting 13 taels of silver for you, a total of 220 taels, you can give 220 taels."

Gongsun Zhuoyu interrupted him: "You said this collection of poems sold three copies, but do you remember who it was sold to?"

The shopkeeper is a native of the capital, who has lived here for more than ten years. Hearing this, he pondered for a moment and said, "Scholar Li from West Street, and the little lady from the Liu family, and then..."

Gongsun Zhuoyu asked: "Who?"

The shopkeeper scratched his head and tried his best to recall: "Hiss...it is a young gentleman, wearing a bamboo hat and carrying a long sword. He couldn't see his face clearly. He must be from another place. He took the book and left."

Gongsun Zhuoyu: "Which way?"

The shopkeeper felt that Gongsun Zhuoyu was strange: "The villain is just a book seller, how can he remember so much?"

Gongsun Zhuoyu raised his eyebrows, and put an ingot of broken silver on his table: "Think carefully, which way did you go?"

The shopkeeper raised his chin and pointed to a street opposite the bookstore: "Luohua Hutong, that alley is full of low-level fireworks women. That young man looks decent, so he probably doesn't live there, maybe he's going to visit Fantou of."

When he said the last sentence, there was a bit of obscenity in his eyes.

Gongsun Zhuoyu thought that you understood it quite well, and probably went there a lot, put the "Miscellaneous Poetry Collection" in his sleeve, turned around and left the bookstore: "Got it, thank you."

The shopkeeper was anxious at the back: "My lord, didn't you say that you want all the remaining poetry collections?!"

Gongsun Zhuoyu said loudly without looking back: "I lied to you!"

This shopkeeper is too simple, he has to be taught a lesson, let him know what it means to know what it means to be sinister.

Gongsun Zhuoyu went straight towards Luohua Hutong.It is daytime now, and the doors of every house are closed. It is estimated that the girl is still sleeping.He searched all the way along the alley, not letting go of any clues. When he came to a poplar tree, he glanced at something out of the corner of his eye and stopped in his tracks.

Gongsun Zhuoyu walked around the tree and walked towards the wall of the alley on the right, and found two blood-stained fingerprints on the white wall. After time oxidized, it had turned dark red, and it was impossible to see it without looking carefully.

Gongsun Zhuoyu was thoughtful, imagining that he was the murderer, clutching his right arm and stumbling inside, because he was exhausted and needed something to support his body, so he would instinctively support the wall.

If there is blood on the walls, there must be blood on the ground.

Gongsun Zhuoyu squatted on the ground and moved forward little by little.Because the soil is dark in color, the bloodstains are not easy to be found. He stared at it for a long time before he found some tiny traces.After searching all the way to a family in the deepest part of the alley, the bloodstains disappeared.

The door in front of him was a bit old, not as gorgeous as other courtyard doors, only a lantern hung on it.Gongsun Zhuoyu quietly climbed up to the wall and found that there were no men in the courtyard, only a girl in plain clothes was fetching water by the well and washing clothes.

Gongsun Zhuoyu didn't dare to make a sound because he was afraid that he would startle the snake. He observed for a while, landed quietly, turned and left.

He went all the way back to the Sigong Mansion, intending to let some experts sent by Du Lingchun to watch it secretly, but he happened to pass by the chasing corridor and found that the other party was feeding fish by the railing, and Song Xitang was standing beside him, reporting something in a low voice thing.

Gongsun Zhuoyu was hesitating whether to go there, Du Lingchun found him when he raised his head, and threw a handful of fish food into the lake, which caused a group of carp to fight, raised his eyebrows and said: "Stay far away and be sneaky!" What are you doing, don't come here."

Gongsun Zhuoyu immediately ran over in small steps: "Company."

Song Xitang asked with a smile: "Brother Zhuoyu, where did you come from?"

Gongsun Zhuoyu subconsciously said: "Ah, I just went to Luohua Hutong."

At this moment, he suddenly seemed careless again.

Song Xitang was taken aback when he heard the words, he probably didn't expect him to have such a habit, he gave him a strange look, and advised embarrassingly, "Brother Zhuoyu is in his prime, so it's better to take care of your health."

Du Lingchun looked straight at him, frowned, and said in a dangerous tone, "Did you go to Luohua Hutong?"

Gongsun Zhuoyu heard the words, only then did he realize what he said, and quickly waved his hands to explain: "No, no, I didn't go! Absolutely not!"

Song Xitang glanced at him, and kindly reminded: "Brother Zhuoyu, you just said you went."

Gongsun Zhuoyu nervously said: "I only went to investigate the case, not to find flowers and ask willows, I just went in and took a look, and did nothing!"

It's okay if he didn't explain, but he changed his words again and again, and the description became darker and darker.On the contrary, it makes people think that he has a ghost in his heart.

Du Lingchun's chest rose and fell for a moment, and his heart suddenly became gloomy and tense, as if a stone had been pressed down, scratching inexplicably.He said expressionlessly: "Master Gongsun admired Ai when he was young, and there is nothing wrong with that. Thinking about it, His Majesty should not have given you the position of Jing Zhao Yin, but should have given you some outstanding talents."

After speaking, he threw all the fish food in his hand into the lake, shook his sleeves, turned and left: "I still have something to do, Mr. Song, go back yourself, we can talk about things tomorrow."

Song Xitang had no choice but to respond, thinking how Du Lingchun was so good-looking and changed his attitude again, even if he was moody, there must be a reason for it.Just as he was about to ask Gongsun Zhuoyu, he saw that the latter quickly caught up with Du Lingchun and disappeared in a short while.

"Company! Company wait!"

Afraid that he might misunderstand, Gongsun Zhuoyu chased after him all the way: "Sigong, I didn't ask for flowers and ask Liu! I really just looked and didn't do anything!"

Du Lingchun walked quickly, flicking his sleeves coldly: "Why don't you explain to me what you do or not."

Gongsun Zhuoyu: QAQ.

Du Lingchun walked all the way into the study room, and was about to close the door with his backhand. Gongsun Zhuoyu quickly stopped him and squeezed in. Because of his nervousness, he couldn't speak clearly: "Company..."

Apart from saying this, he didn't seem to know how to explain it. He looked eagerly and made people feel that he was wronged for no reason.

Gongsun Zhuoyu closed the door with his backhand, and explained in a low voice: "I just went to investigate the case. Someone saw the murderer go to the alley, so I followed in."

Du Lingchun thought to himself what kind of women lived in that alley, who would believe that Gongsun Zhuoyu didn't do anything.He turned around to calm the unreasonable anger in his heart, thinking about his incomplete body, not even a decent man, his eyes became more and more gloomy, his fingertips clenched unconsciously, almost sinking into his flesh.

Du Lingchun scolded him coldly: "Get out!"

Seeing that he was angry, Gongsun Zhuoyu originally wanted to explain, but he didn't know what to react, so he was stunned for a moment.

Going to the place of fireworks by myself, why is Du Lingchun so angry...

Gongsun Zhuoyu saw Du Lingchun with his back to him, hesitated for a moment, tentatively stretched out his hand to hold him, then slowly tightened his fingertips, and said in a low voice: "Company..."

The author has something to say: Gongsun Zhuoyu (shy): I am still a virgin.