Self-help guide for non-professional young masters

"This story is really long enough to make people drowsy. If it weren't for the story of my own father, the time from dawn to dusk and then to dawn would be enough for me to close my eyes and have a few sweet dreams. gone."

Jun Ziyou rubbed his frozen hands, looking around, the sky has already appeared, so thinking about it, Lin Xici's short life does not seem so short.

Qin Zhiyu was still not finished, he threw a few dead branches into the bonfire, the crackling firelight illuminated the darkness in his eyes that had been silent for many years, and the beating light of the stars was his nostalgia and reluctance for the past.

"If you haven't seen him with your own eyes, you will never understand. He really looks back at Bai Meisheng with a smile, and with a swipe of his eyebrows, you will see that he has countless schemes hidden in his heart, but he is deceived by his flashy appearance." I was deceived, I no longer believed in my own eyes, I regarded him as a flawless jade from the bottom of my heart, I couldn't help but get close to him, fell into his tenderness and sweetness, willingly gave him the softest and most fragile belly, but was merciless by him. A knife pierces the heart."

"Don't persuade others to be kind before they are suffering. I don't judge or make judgments."

To be honest, Jun Ziyou was deeply touched by Qin Zhiyu's narration. For the first time in his life, he outlined in his impression the appearance of his biological father, whom he had never met before, and he somewhat understood it.

But how much that person's image has been beautified in the eyes and mouth of this man who loves him to the bone, he does not know.

He only knew that if a man wants to be admired by his colleagues around him, or even by the emperor Xiao, he must be able to seduce others. Being the son of that kind of person is not something that will make him happy.

But the story has come to an end here, the dead have rested in peace, and the dead have also been silent, and it is meaningless to pursue it further.Anyway, his feelings for his biological father are not so deep that he must avenge his blood hatred. Moreover, someone has already done what revenge should do for him many years ago, and someone has enjoyed the pleasure brought by revenge for him.

He can get away with it without getting blood on his hands, and it's nice to hear the whole story like an outsider, without having to be a part of it.

He clasped his hands together and murmured softly: "Thank you for your hospitality." Then he stood up, rubbed his long hair that was blown tousled in the cold wind, and walked back following the memory of when he came.

Qin Zhiyu was a little surprised, and shouted at his back: "Why are you indifferent, I killed your father, the first emperor, and the mother of King Jin, don't you want to..."

"Thinking? What are you thinking, stabbing you to death? That's fine." Jun Ziyou pulled out the short sword he was wearing from Qin Zhiyu's waist, and pressed the blade against his neck. There were traces of blood, "But I want to ask, how many lives do you have enough for me to kill?"

Qin Zhiyu smiled miserably. Only then did the vicissitudes of an old man appear on his face, and he sat slumped aside, not dodging the threat of a gentleman's death.

"I only have one heart, and I just want to use it to pay for the deepest pain in my heart, but I owe two lives, so I can only trouble the prince to stab the knife in the back, and you, go straight through my chest, It can be regarded as the fulfillment of my half-life wish."

Jun Ziyou looked down at his folded hands on his knees. The old scars all over the back of his hands witnessed his hard-won military achievements. During the seven years guarding Yanmen, this man resigned for Lin Xi, for the agreement with Lin Xi, How desperately do you have to survive on the dangerous battlefield again and again?

He admitted that all people are selfish, but there are not many people who can serve their own selfishness to the public. This kind of result should be the ending that the heroes in the sky want to see.

He put the sword back into the sheath around Qin Zhiyu's waist, helped him up, straightened the folds of his clothes, and rubbed the blood on the other's wound with his fingers, which was blown dry by the cold wind so quickly.

He patted the old Hou Ye on the shoulder, as the person involved, he settled the grievances of the past few decades. "If I don't kill you, the prince will not kill you either."

"Can you decide for him whether to avenge the murder of his mother?" Qin Zhiyu smiled.

"No, I'm not his, I can't control his mind and decision, but I will not let him kill a hero who has saved my father. If he really wants to kill, he will pierce you with the tip of his sword Let him pierce my chest before my heart."

After all, he staggered away with his hands behind his back. His posture and momentum were exactly the same as Lin Xici from before.

Qin Zhiyu looked at his back, as if seeing an old man, thinking back in the past, that man was also in his prime, peerless and peerless... Suddenly tears fell like rain.

He grabbed the corner of Jun Ziyou's clothes, like a dying man grasping the last straw, sobbing and sobbing, "Xici has done many good and evil things for the late emperor in this life, it is a matter of merit and demerit The book is true, but the most correct thing he did was to kill all the people who deserved to be killed, dirty his hands, fulfill and protect you. As a father, he has paid enough, please, don’t Have a grudge against him."

Jun Ziyou shrugged his shoulders, didn't look back, and responded in a hoarse voice: "I believe that a person who is as upright as Lord Marquis, who is willing to protect him with all his might, and who does not hesitate to bear the infamy and revenge, should not be a heinous person. But what is that with me? What does it matter? In the final analysis, he is just a stranger who is drawn by blood but has no chance to meet."

This time he didn't hesitate any longer, walked straight out of the long-closed courtyard, and swaggered out from the main entrance of the Hou Mansion.

When he went out, he first looked at the surrounding scenery to identify the east, west, and north, and then walked towards the city gate. Before he had gone half a street, he saw Xiao Beicheng walking towards him.

As if he didn't see it, he put his hands in his sleeves and floated past with small steps. Xiao Beicheng was naturally surprised, and put his hands on his shoulders to keep him, but he heard a clear and ethereal sound close to his ears, Looking down, the man had expected his actions a long time ago, and actually drew his saber when he passed by, turned around, and pressed the tip of the sword against his shoulder, his eyes were full of coldness.

"open."

"Ziyou, you are..."

"I said, let go."

Xiao Beicheng was not afraid of his threat, and he took a step forward while letting go. He was prepared to be pierced by the sharp blade, but when he made a move, Jun Ziyou once again anticipated his next move, and withdrew his sword Throwing it to the ground, he looked at him and sneered, "The murderer's son, entangled with the victim's son, is simply ridiculous."

Xiao Beicheng saw shocking bloodstains on the back of his wrists exposed under his sleeves. It can be seen that the wound on his back had been torn many times before, but was frozen by the cold air, so even if he lost blood, his finger The tip will still show a livid bruise.

Shen Ci didn't know why, seeing the man uttering bad words, he turned around and left, wanting to stop him from asking what happened, but he didn't catch up with him, so he was pulled back by Xiao Beicheng.

With a serious expression on his face, he glanced back at the too peaceful Hou's mansion, and he already guessed something in his heart, "Don't chase after him, it's delusion to get the words out of his mouth, it's better to understand what happened from the source."

Hearing what he said, the people who were hiding behind the wall and eavesdropping couldn't help laughing.

This person is very skilled, he climbed over the low wall with a little effort, sat on the top of the wall and looked at Xiao Beicheng, laughing non-stop.

"Little Marquis, it's a rare cold day outside where the wind blows. If you don't find a few delicate and soft courtesans to accompany you to enjoy the scenery, you will have a habit of listening to the wall."

"Hey, what are you talking about, my lord? You are playing this kind of bedside quarrel between young couples at the door of other people's house, and you don't want the master to listen to a few more words? I can solve your biggest confusion now, so you are sure not to let it go." Show some respect?"

This was a harsh word, Shen Ci was young and energetic, he gritted his teeth and stomped his feet, almost jumping to scold others, "What are you talking about! Do you know that there is a difference between superiority and inferiority?"

Xiao Beicheng once again pulled the bluffing and ignorant boy behind him, looked up at Qin Nangui who was so bored and was throwing a shriveled lychee, and smiled lightly, not stingy with his generosity.

"Young Master, let's come down and talk. Looking up at people is very tiring. I heard that Muyan Pavilion has some new dishes. It's a treat for Prince Jin's mansion. I don't know if Young Master will appreciate it."

Qin Nangui was overjoyed when he heard this, "I heard that Muyan Pavilion brought out seven-year-old fine wine to entertain distinguished guests. , and what kind of hatred do you have?"

At the same time, Junziyou meets a rare guest in front of his house.

At this time, snowflakes were already falling outside the capital, and this man was sitting on the steps in front of the Junfu, leaning on the door drum to sleep for a long time. When the white mist exhaled, Jun Ziyou thought it was a snowman from somewhere.

He took a few steps forward, the sound of footsteps awakened the sleeping man, he quickly rubbed his sleepy eyes, and when he saw the face of the person in front of him clearly, Jiang Linyuan immediately got up, shook off the snow from the flying fish suit, and nodded in greeting.

"Sir, you are back."

"It's not that there is no one in the house. I don't want hot tea over charcoal fire. I have to suffer from the cold here. What kind of hobby do you have?"

"The person I want to see is not there, so going in and waiting is the same as waiting outside."

Junziyou knocked on the door knocker, and soon a servant came to open the door. He looked back at Jiang Linyuan, his clothes were wrinkled, his face was tired, and his chin had green stubble. It's not a rest day, so it's no wonder that he can fall asleep while waiting in front of the door.

He hurriedly opened his mouth before Jiang Linyuan could express his intentions, "You came just in time, I just have something to ask of you, it may be a little too much, if you don't want to, I can find someone else."

Jiang Linyuan had always been responsive to his requests, and upon hearing his words, he swallowed the words that came to his lips. "Sir, you can tell me, I will do my best."

"The dust of the mysterious coffin case has been settled. The murderer is a big man who no one dares to identify and the emperor will not convict. It involves old events, and many hidden stories cannot be revealed in the open. If I want to disappoint him, I can't let him take the limelight, and the one who returns to the court must be me."

Hearing this, Jiang Linyuan was silent for a long time.From a personal point of view, he doesn't want Junziyou to get involved in the party-strife again, but to achieve his goal, he must do so.

Before he could come to a conclusion, Jun Ziyou opened his mouth again, "If you don't say anything, I will take it as your acquiescence. Since I have solved this mysterious case and returned to the court with glory, the emperor should treat me to a good meal. This requirement Not too much, right?"

Jiang Linyuan: "..."

"This is the first thing I beg you to do. Let the emperor entertain all the officials and get back the noodles I lost."

...Jiang Linyuan began to regret that he came to visit today without reading the old Huangli.

"I don't think you have any objections, so I'll venture to make another request. You also know that my important relatives are in the golden nanmu coffin parked in the Ministry of Criminal Justice. He is lying in the Ministry of Criminal Justice. I can't bear the difference. It's a little bit of filial piety, I hope I can send him back to his original place, and ask Mr. Jiang to make it happen."

This "Master Jiang" snapped off the black hat, and Jiang Linyuan had no room for refusal.

Now that Junziyou said this, the long speech Jiang Linyuan had prepared to persuade him to change his mind was nothing but fart, and he could only let it out in a dejected manner.

Jiang Linyuan regretted it too late. If he had known this before, he shouldn't have come here today. After going home and sleeping, he would feel comfortable for a long time. Why bother to make himself feel uncomfortable.

He walked away in a trance, and before he could step over the threshold, Jun Ziyou tried to persuade him to stay: "Wait a minute, I still have something to ask."

He turned around and gave the man a "plop" and knelt down, begging with tears: "Sir, you kill me, I'm sorry, I was wrong..."

The man didn't take it seriously, and stretched out a finger and waved it in front of his eyes, which seemed to hypnotize him.

"Actually, it's not a big deal. After Lu Chuan left, I didn't have anyone around me to wait on me. Can I find a well-behaved and smart guard to come by my side? You know, this person started to be afraid of death when he got old, so now Many people want my head, if I am not careful, I will die. I don’t have high requirements, as long as my skills are comparable to Shen Ci’s, my brain is smarter than him, my work is more agile than him, and... hey , don't go

After listening to it, Jiang Linyuan felt that sooner or later he would bleed from his orifices and die suddenly on the spot. In order to save his life, he had to rush out the door, and he didn't want to stay any longer.

He was already out of the house, and he heard Jun Ziyou yelling at the back: "You want to be young and good-looking—"

The author has something to say: Ziyou, who has always been calculated by others, can finally calculate others.

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