Perhaps because it was the last person he saw before his death, Gongsun Zhuoyu had a deep memory.
He couldn't see the face of the other party, and he couldn't remember the voice. When he was about to die, he only saw a white neck, and there was a little cinnabar mole under the Adam's apple, which was as red as blood. Clear and eye-catching in the darkened cell.
Although Gongsun Zhuoyu died unfortunately in the end, it still did not prevent him from having a good impression of that person. Now that I found out that it was Du Lingchun, the surprise was mixed with cloth, plants and peony, but it was only natural to think about it.
Repeated crimes in the imperial court will be handed over to the Jinglu Division for trial. He can easily absolve himself of guilt in such a tight prison. This person does not do anything except Du Lingchun.
Du Lingchun's shoulder hurt so much from his grip, he frowned quietly, and his voice sank: "Gongsun Zhuoyu—"
Usually when someone calls his full name, it means that the other party is angry.
Gongsun Zhuoyu let go of his hand subconsciously, reacted and explained in a slow manner: "I... I arrange the clothes for the company."
What I said, I didn't see him tidying up his clothes, but Jing saw him undressing.
Du Lingchun quickly put on his clothes, and the messy bun could not be sorted out, so it could only be scattered on his shoulders. He estimated that he had been in this troublesome place enough, and slammed the door in a hurry to leave, and when he passed by, a gust of cold wind picked up from his sleeves.
My mother, it is very likely to affect the career.
Gongsun Zhuoyu hurriedly put on his clothes, and saw Du Lingchun's hairpin scattered on the pillow, thinking that it would be a pity to throw it away so expensively, he slipped it into his sleeve, and chased out.
"Company, company."
Du Lingchun had just walked out of the brothel on the front foot, when he saw Gongsun Zhuoyu chasing after him, but he was full of awkwardness and discomfort because of feeding Zhan Nuo Neon. Wen Yan frowned and said stiffly: "Is there anything else?"
Of course, Gongsun Zhuoyu would not make Du Lingchun's golden thigh angry, and he started throwing the black pot and said with awe, "The suspect is shameless, lingering in the brothel, and making the company suffer such grievances. Damn it, he will be appointed soon. Capture this person and give the company this bad breath."
If the surnamed Yu didn't go to the brothel, how could they enter the brothel, and if they didn't enter the brothel, how could such a thing happen? After all, it was all the fault of the surnamed Yu. Anyway, the wrong place is wrong, it is not the fault of Gongsun Zhuoyu.
As soon as these words came out, Du Lingchun would inevitably appear deliberate if he pulled the ox again.
He rubbed the dust coldly for a long time, forcibly comforting himself in his heart, they were all men, and it was not considered offensive to say that, after doing this a few times, it finally felt better. At the end, he looked at Gongsun Zhuoyu, and said indifferently, "Then the company will wait for Bo to see how you can bring people back."
He turned around and left.
The guard had been in the dark, and immediately followed behind him upon seeing this. One of the confidants found that Du Lingchun's bun was scattered at some point, and the long black hair fell on his shoulders. He hesitated and said, "Company, what happened just now?"
Du Lingchun hated other people's words the most, his narrow eyes swept away coldly, and the latter immediately lowered his head in panic and retreated behind him.
If Gongsun Zhuoyu only suspected that Dr. Yu was involved in the case before, now he is absolutely certain that the other party is involved in the case.
If the other party honestly stays next door and accompanies his Qiongyue girl to drink tea, it will be fine, but when he hears that he is next door, he immediately comes over to inquire about the situation.
To complete careful reasoning, it is necessary to collect a variety of huge information data. Gongsun Zhuoyu obviously knew little about this doctor Yu. Seeing that it was getting late, he simply ordered the yamen under his command to inquire about this person's information, and he returned to the Bieyuan where the incident occurred.
There must be some missing clues at the murder scene.
Gongsun Zhuoyu rolled up his sleeves, thinking that even if this bastard surnamed Yu went to the brothel, he actually dared to implicate himself. After solving the case, he had to take care of everything. He can eat everything in his life, but he can't afford to lose.
The ancient well where the corpse was buried is in the middle of the small courtyard, under the backdrop of the night, it is filled with ghostly breath. Originally living here, there was no one at this time, except for the occasional gust of wind, which made a whimpering sound.
Gongsun Zhuoyu hit the screen and searched carefully around.
A circle of bricks was laid by the well, and the height was about a little below the woman's knees. An adult man who is able-bodied and not blind will certainly not fall into a well for no reason. He was either pushed or jumped into it himself.
But based on the current situation, the latter can be ruled out directly.
The back of the corpse has marks of being hit by a heavy object. There is a high probability that the deceased is first attacked by someone from behind with a stone or the like, loses the ability to move, and then throws the body into a well.
There are many rocks, flowers and plants in the small courtyard, which meets the conditions for the existence of murder weapons. If the murderer throws a stone at someone, it will be stained with blood. The best way to destroy the evidence is to throw it into a well or lake, so that no one can find it and no one can retrieve it.
But the well has been carefully fished, and there is nothing suspicious.
Gongsun Zhuoyu roughly estimated that the nearest lake has at least three or four sections of corridors and a viewing bridge, and there will inevitably be a crowded kitchen in the middle. The murderer will not take such a big risk to deal with it. a heavy stone—
The murder weapon must still be nearby.
Gongsun Zhuoyu found a long bamboo pole and used it to pull the big rocks in the greenery. His goal was not extensive, and he only searched around the ancient well. After about an hour, he finally found a clue in the yard next door.
The prefect likes to be arty. Bamboo bushes in twos and threes can be seen in the corner of the Bieyuan against the wall, surrounded by scattered arm spring verses. Gongsun Zhuoyu chose the largest stone that could be lifted with both hands, and finally found a heavy pebble in a corner.
Although the night is blurry, the dark brown bloodstains on the cobblestones can still be seen vaguely by referring to the tomb of the Pudong flies. Because there are many cracks, the blood flows into the gaps, which is quite difficult to clean.
Gongsun Zhuoyu approached and smelled it, there was a faint smell of blood, and it was basically confirmed that it was a murder weapon. However, when he stood up from the ground and was about to see whose yard this was, he was surprised to find that it was Dan Qiu's residence.
In the middle of the moon, the clear and cold light poured down softly, adding a layer of fine silver light to the lake. When the evening wind blows, it calms down the boats quietly
Du Lingchun sat on the floor at the low table, admiring the moonlight and the lake, pouring wine on his own. A few steps away from him, two maidservants, one on the left and one on the right, held a tragic scroll on their backs, the mountains and rivers above, the small stream of the big river faintly panning, and it was truly a miracle.
It's just that strange, staring at the Ministry for nearly two hours should be enough, right
The maid's hands were sore, and her mind was drowsy, but she remembered that Du Lingchun was in a bad mood when she came back today, and she was a little bit more energetic, so as not to make mistakes and anger the other party.
Du Lingchun drank glass after glass of wine, his face expressionless, and he didn't know what to think. However, most people in high positions are worried and think a lot. It is very dangerous to be guessed by people, so they are used to being unremarkable.
"Is this painting nice?"
Du Lingchun finally spoke out lazily. Thin, feminine voice, neither like a man nor a woman.
He knelt down beside him with a phantom black-clothed guard, his face was black and thin, and his stature was strong. He was the swordsman who almost had a conflict with Shi Qianqiu last time.
Wu Yue didn't know any calligraphy and painting, but he also felt that the painting was magnificent, so he answered honestly, "Back to the company, it's beautiful."
Hearing this, Du Lingchun lowered his eyes and mumbled, "What about the person who painted?"
The person who paints? Isn't it Gongsun Zhuoyu
Wu Yue carefully recalled Gongsun Zhuoyu's appearance. He rarely saw someone who could mix the two temperaments of honesty and romance. After considering the words and phrases, he said: "Master Gongsun... You are suave, naturally beautiful. ."
"… "
As soon as Wu Yue said this, Du Lingchun calmly closed his eyes, with blue veins bulging on his forehead, he threw the golden cup of wine in his hand with a clatter, and said coldly, "Damn, who asked you if he was good-looking! "
Du Lingchun's temper is always so moody, and Wu Yue has been with him for many years, so naturally he has some understanding. It's just that he is a person in the rivers and lakes, and he doesn't understand the twists and turns, and naturally he can't guess Du Lingchun's mind.
Wu Yue honestly pleaded guilty: "My subordinates are stupid."
After saying this, he closed his mouth. More to say more wrong, less to say less wrong, not to say is good. So he doesn't like to talk.
Du Lingchun sighed with emotion once a day, and he was full of wine bags and rice bags under his hands. The brain with high martial arts is not easy to use, and the person who is good at strategy is also a sick child. He finally supports a few confidants. All day long, he only knows how to bribe and collect money.
The bad mood got worse.
Du Lingchun went to Jiangzhou this time, and all his family's guests and advisors stayed in Beijing. He originally only planned to stay for a few days before returning to Beijing to resume his life. Who would have thought that the authorities would do all the calculations, and the variable Gongsun Zhuoyu was omitted. So this also led to that at this time, apart from Wu Yue, he had no other confidants to talk to.
With a wave of Du Lingchun's sleeve robe, he ordered someone to put a new cup on it, which was unprecedented. What about the slaughter-resistant slaughterer, Youzhi, persimmon, Song Wei, and the corpse of Huai Ming? "
Wu Yue said, "My subordinates don't know."
After I finished speaking, I felt that it was too simple, and I added a sentence uncertainly: "It should be a good official."
Wu Yue felt that Gongsun Zhuoyu should be a good official who was willing to take over this hot potato in order to clear up his grievances for a maid... right
He is also a slave, and at this time, it is inevitable to feel the same. There are countless Chinese-speaking people in Shangjing City, as well as countless high-ranking officials and nobles, and many of them are famous outsiders. However, Wu Yue has only seen Gongsun Zhuoyu for so many years, who can say "the life of a slave is also a life, and it is also a citizen of Jiangzhou." Such words.
Although Gongsun Zhuoyu has the name of the three evils in Jiangzhou, Wu Yue thought to himself, no matter how bad the person who can say this is, it shouldn't be too bad...
"Good official?" Du Lingchun suddenly looked over and asked slowly, word by word, "If so, what if our company wants to bring him under his command?"
Fish with fish, prawns with prawns, turtle with king bastard. Although this is a bit rough, the reason is not rough. If a good official who asks for life for the people wants to join the camp, he will naturally choose like-minded people, such as Prime Minister Yan Fu; but if a corrupt official wants to be promoted and rich, he will naturally choose a camp, such as... spring.
Now Wu Yue said that Gongsun Zhuoyu was a good official, which sounded a bit more indescribable. The implication is that Gongsun Zhuoyu is not the same as them
Du Lingchun felt unhappy when he heard this, he squinted his eyes, but never dispelled the idea of wooing Gongsun Zhuoyu.
When a drop of white ink falls into black water, will it be assimilated or swallowed
The author has something to say: Gongsun Zhuoyu (with akimbo laughing wildly): I can't think of it, I'm black ink!
Wu Yue: "The company always likes to ask questions that test my IQ"
"Master Gongsun is suave"
"Master Gongsun is naturally beautiful"