This mansion is only the temporary residence of Du Lingchun, but it is also beautiful. The maid led the way ahead, walked through the winding corridor, and finally stopped in front of a room, and gently opened the door: "Sir, please."
Gongsun Zhuoyu entered with Du Lingchun on his back, and then carefully placed the person on the bed. Although the latter was drunk, he didn't do anything to splash, just half-drunk and half-awake with closed eyes and heavy breathing.
The maid bowed her knees and said, "Sir, wait a moment, the maid will bring some sober soup."
After he finished speaking, he glanced at Gongsun Zhuoyu, thinking that the Du company valued this person very much, and he would have nothing to do if he stayed here, so he quietly retreated, and took the door behind him.
Gongsun Zhuoyu marveled at the extravagance of this room. The desks and chairs in the bookstore should be all made of high-quality red sandalwood, the low couch is covered with a white fox blanket, and the antique vases on the Duobao shelf are worth thousands of gold, and I think they are old.
I'm jealous.
jealous.
happy
Gongsun Zhuoyu sat on the edge of the bed and rubbed his hands with a smile, thinking that if he would follow Du Lingchun in the future, the other party wouldn't treat him badly, right? Besides, the other party has helped him no matter what in his previous life, and the two of them are in a mess... Ah bah, the perfect match is really suitable.
Du Lingchun lay on the couch with his eyes closed, his eyelashes trembled, and a shadow fell under his eyes, making his skin whiter and creamier. The two brothers and sisters are more or less similar, and just by looking at his appearance, you can also guess why the rumored concubine who is favored by the sky is favored.
Gongsun Zhuoyu originally just wanted to cover Du Lingchun with a quilt, but his eyes swept across his neck unexpectedly, and he touched a little cinnabar mole under his Adam's apple, his fingertips fell on it, and lightly rubbed it.
Like a drop of congealed red blood, it fell into the expanse of white snow, red and dazzling.
Gongsun Zhuoyu thought, fate is really a wonderful thing. In the last life, I was close to death, but in this life, I happened to meet again. Just as he was in a trance, he suddenly heard the sound of small footsteps outside, and withdrew his hand like a thief.
The maid brought two bowls of sobering soup, placed it on the table lightly, looked at Gongsun Zhuoyu, and hesitated: "Master Gongsun..."
Gongsun Zhuoyu reacted: "You put it here, I'll feed it."
The maid smiled and seemed a little apologetic: "Lord Youlao, this maid has never seen the company get drunk, and this is the first time."
After saying this, he bowed his knees slightly and stepped out.
Gongsun Zhuoyu didn't drink alcohol, so naturally he didn't need to drink hangover soup. He picked up one of the bowls and wanted to feed Du Lingchun to drink it. Unexpectedly, the other party turned his head in resistance, raised his hand and overturned the bowl, and the hot soup was sprinkled all over his body.
"Dang bang" sounded, and the bowl fell to the ground.
Gongsun Zhuoyu maintained the position just now, blinked, stared at the wet marks on Du Lingchun's neckline, and fell into contemplation: "..."
How to do
This can't be blamed on him, it was Du Lingchun himself who knocked it over.
To put it bluntly, the hangover soup is a soup made from a mess of medicinal herbs such as kudzu root and white cardamom.
Gongsun Zhuoyu glanced left and right, wanting to ask the maid to come in and change Du Lingchun's clothes, but remembering that they didn't even dare to touch anyone, she simply rummaged through the closet and found a set of clean underwear.
He tilted his head, unbuttoned Du Lingchun's belt in embarrassment, and took off the other party's shirt in a rustling manner. Inadvertently glanced, it was so white that it dazzled people's eyes, and it became more and more afraid to look closely.
Du Lingchun is the eunuch...
Eunuchs, definitely don't want to be touched by others.
So Gongsun Zhuoyu only planned to change his shirt. However, I don't know if it was because he was too nervous, the action was a little heavier, and his wrist was suddenly grabbed like lightning, and then a gloomy warning sound came from his ear: "Don't touch me!"
Gongsun Zhuoyu immediately raised his hand in fright to show his innocence: "I didn't touch it!"
He looked at Du Lingchun at a loss, and was about to say something to explain, but found that the other party was not awake at all, and the sentence just now was just a drunken dream.
"… "
Seeing this, Gongsun Zhuoyu sighed with relief, patted his forehead, and scolded himself for being too cowardly. Just as he was about to continue changing his clothes, Du Lingchun suddenly trembled in horror, his brows furrowed, and his body was covered in cold sweat, as if he was caught in some kind of terrifying nightmare, unable to extricate himself.
He clenched Gongsun Zhuoyu's hand tightly, the back of his hand stretched with blue veins, and muttered something vaguely.
It was the first time that Gongsun Zhuoyu saw this powerful Du Sigong appear like this. He glanced at his hand and did not withdraw it. Leaning over to Du Lingchun's lips, he wanted to hear what the other person was saying.
"do not… "
The voice was tense and fearful.
"Do not touch me… "
With a hint of resentment pleading.
Being castrated at a young age was a nightmare for Du Lingchun all his life. Even if he was an extremely noble minister later, he was still brooding. He was short of breath, his body curled up unconsciously, his white silk shirt was crumpled into a ball, and his fingertips were about to sink into Gongsun Zhuoyu's flesh.
Gongsun Zhuoyu took a while to understand why he was like this, and did not continue the action just now. He just pulled the quilt on the side, wrapped Du Lingchun, and responded to what he just said: "Okay, I won't touch you."
Gongsun Zhuoyu was imprisoned at the time, and he was still afraid of palace punishment, not to mention that Du Lingchun was only a child when he was clean, and it was a nightmare that was hard to get rid of.
The wicked are not all without retribution, perhaps before the road has begun to walk, God has fallen the punishment early. Du Lingchun's body is full of wealth and splendor, and the price has been paid.
Seeing that Du Lingchun was still shaking, Gongsun Zhuoyu wrapped him tightly with the quilt and patted him twice like a child. Then he pushed the sweaty ink hair away, and saw that his face was pale, his lips were pale, and he was as fragile as paper. Only two slender eyebrows flew into his temples, giving off a bit of gloomy cruelty.
At first glance, it is not a kind of good, and it is bound to be calculated.
But it doesn't matter, Gongsun Zhuoyu shrugged, he himself is not a good person anyway.
He stayed in the room until the second half of the night, and when Du Lingchun really fell asleep, he quietly pulled out his hand and left. There were four bruise marks on his wrist, showing how tight the other party was holding it just now.
However, Gongsun Zhuoyu forgot one thing. He took off Du Lingchun's clothes, and before he had time to replace them with new ones, he just patted his butt and left.
The moon was in the middle of the sky, and everyone in the government office was asleep. Gongsun Zhuoyu yawned, then got into the bed and fell asleep after a while. But he had a young and affectionate, ambiguous dream.
In the dream, he was holding a body and could not see his face.
Slim, fair-skinned, with a light agarwood fragrance, it is like a poppy.
Gongsun Zhuoyu's face was hot and instinctively avoided, but the other party kept pestering him. The long ink-colored hair poured down like a satin, it was slightly cool to the touch and soft like a snake. A low smile in his ear.
Gongsun Zhuoyu seemed to be bewitched and kissed each other uncontrollably. The five fingers slowly shuttled between the ink-colored hair, and then the line of sight went down, falling back and forth between the other party's fair neck, and finally kissed a red mole on it.
Dark red like blood, captivating.
Gongsun Zhuoyu faintly felt that something was strange, but his reason had already left home. He repeatedly rubbed the dark red cinnabar mole on his neck with his fingertips, as if he heard a low muffled snort from the other's lips, with a feminine sigh.
The volcano was silent, and finally the unexpected eruption was like the sea with endless waves suddenly calmed down and returned to the wind and the sun.
Gongsun Zhuoyu took a breath, trying to see the man's face clearly, but a pair of narrow eyes suddenly appeared in his mind, very familiar, it was Du Lingchun. A string snapped, and he sat up from the bed in fright.
Omg!
Gongsun Zhuoyu's eyes widened, his chest heaving up and down, his breathing was short, and he never imagined that he would dream of Du Lingchun. He touched it with his hand, covered in cold sweat, and looked around subconsciously, only to see that the sky was already bright.
He was stunned for a moment, lifted the quilt, and tried to get up slowly, but he didn't know what to find, so he looked down at his pants, and quickly sat back.
Gongsun Zhuoyu's face turned red, and there were only two bright words in his mind at this time—
Shame!
Everyone in the house knows that their county magistrate will never get up if he doesn't sleep until the sun rises. However, when the maid went to the kitchen to serve breakfast today, she rarely saw Gongsun Zhuoyu getting up, squatting by the well and rubbing clothes, sneaking like a thief.
The maid suspected that she had recognized the wrong person, turned her footsteps, stepped forward, and tentatively called out, "Sir?"
Gongsun Zhuoyu immediately turned his head alertly: "Who!"
The maid was taken aback: "Sir, what are you doing here?"
After speaking, he saw that there were clothes soaked in his basin, and there were still a lot of piles on the ground, so he hurriedly stepped forward to stop him: "Sir, how can you do such rough work as dry cleaning? You should leave it to your servants to do the washing."
When Gongsun Zhuoyu heard the words, he immediately protected the water basin: "No need, I just have nothing to do today, and move my muscles and bones, you can do your own thing."
The maid thought to herself that even if Gongsun Zhuoyu moved her muscles and bones, she should practice swordsmanship in the yard. Why did she come here to wash her clothes. Although he felt strange, he didn't dare to ask any further questions, so he had to withdraw his hand and turned his head three times and left.
She may think Gongsun Zhuoyu is sick.
Gongsun Zhuoyu ignored her, hid in a secluded corner with the basin, and continued to squat to wash. While washing, I couldn't help recalling what happened yesterday, and I wondered if it was because Du Lingchun looked too much like a woman, that he had that jerk dream
Gongsun Zhuoyu is a business man, and occasionally likes to see beautiful girls. However, in this era, men and women are closely guarded and can't do anything. Although the women in the brothel are bold, Gongsun Zhuoyu did not dare to come here indiscriminately.
He was so fascinated that he didn't notice a figure approaching, until the sound of footsteps approached, then he raised his head subconsciously, and then jumped up from the ground like his butt was on fire: "Mother... you, you... why are you here! "
The old lady was leaning on a cane and had a black and shiny Buddhist bead hanging in her hand. Her eyes were sick and she could not see what Gongsun Zhuoyu was washing. She heard the movement and asked, "Is it Zhuoyu?"
Gongsun Zhuoyu stammered: "Mother... it's me."
The old lady keenly heard the guilty conscience in his voice and asked, "What are you doing?"
Gongsun Zhuoyu calmly kicked the water basin at his feet away: "Mother, you didn't do anything, why did you come out alone, and there was no maid to support you."
The old woman gently fiddled with the beads in her hand: "Tomorrow is your father's death day. I asked the maid to carry the folded incense paper money, so I wasn't around."
Gongsun Zhuoyu thought about it carefully, and found that it seemed that tomorrow was indeed his father's death anniversary. He patted his head: "Tomorrow, I will have someone prepare a carriage and go to offer incense to my father together."
The old lady didn't speak, she quietly probed the ground with a cane, and finally touched the edge of the tub, which was soaked with clothes: "What is this?"
Gongsun Zhuoyu was taken aback: "Niangniangniang! Don't move, these are dirty clothes."
The old lady was even more puzzled: "Are you starching clothes here?"
Gongsun Zhuoyu carried the basin away and said, "As a parental official, the child naturally cannot be greedy for pleasure. Some things should be done by himself, not to mention the lack of manpower in the house, so he washes himself."
The old woman smiled, not knowing whether she believed it or not: "It's not like what you would say, then you should take a good shower. Mother went to the Buddhist hall to recite sutras."
Gongsun Zhuoyu breathed a sigh of relief, his back sweating from nervousness: "Mother, it's not convenient for you to be alone, I'll find a maid to help you there,"
After speaking, he shouted to the courtyard: "Lai Niang... ah no, come quickly and send the old lady back to the Buddhist hall."
Gongsun Zhuoyu rubbed his trousers clean in twists and turns, then hung them up to dry. I originally wanted to go back to the house and sleep in a cage again, but I have no sleepiness. He slowly remembered that today, Du Lingchun seemed to be escorting the rebels back to Beijing, so he should send them away so that they could get off the carriage and go to yesterday's Bieyuan.
"My lord came a step late," said the maid who stayed in Bieyuan to watch the house. "This morning, the company has already left with a large group of people. It is estimated that at this time, it has already left the boundary of Jiangzhou."
Gongsun Zhuoyu wondered why he just left, he lifted the curtain, stared at the maid and asked, "The company didn't leave any words?"
What about promoting him? What about taking him to the capital to become an official? Just gone
Big scumbag!
The maid blushed a little when he saw it, she covered her face with her sleeve and shook her head: "I never left a single word."
But he didn't say that Du Lingchun woke up from the room this morning. For some reason, he lost his temper and looked rather terrifying. The ornamental vase in the house was smashed clean, and several servants were fined.
The people in the whole house were silent, and their courage was about to break. Fortunately, the eldest maid, Zhihe, explained that Gongsun Zhuoyu had been with him all the time last night, which managed to suppress the company's anger, otherwise I don't know how many people would lose their lives.
Gongsun Zhuoyu shook the folding fan in his hand, feeling infinitely melancholy in his heart. The mouth of the company, the deceitful ghost, he was drunk yesterday and vowed to let him enter the cabinet.
Forget it, I still blame myself for being too naive.
Gongsun Zhuoyu put down the curtain, tapped the door with a folding fan, and said to Shi Qianqiu: "Master, come back."
Shi Qianqiu raised the horsewhip and slapped it, and looked back curiously, but saw Gongsun Zhuoyu leaning on it, a shy, aggrieved look, he couldn't help laughing: "What are you doing, sir, look like Bullied."
Gongsun Zhuoyu sighed and said only five words: "It's not fair to meet people."
I thought I had a bright future, but I didn't think so now.
#Du Lingchun big scumbag#
Shi Qianqiu has become accustomed to the way he talks all day long. While driving the carriage back, he said: "Why do you have to be a little daughter, a man, what can't you look at?"
Gongsun Zhuoyu looked sad: "You don't understand."
Shi Qianqiu: "..."
They drove all the way back to the mansion, Gongsun Zhuoyu just got off the carriage, and suddenly there was a rush of hooves not far away. He looked subconsciously, but saw a man with a sword in black galloping quickly, finally pulled the reins and stopped in front of him.
It was Du Lingchun's personal bodyguard Wu Yue.
He rode on the horse, reined in the reins and said, "Master Gongsun, my master has something to bring you."
Gongsun Zhuoyu raised his head subconsciously: "What?"
Wu Yue said solemnly: "The crane was born in Jiugao, and the phoenix perched on the phoenix tree. Since Lord Gongsun has chosen a good branch, he can't change it again. If we meet again in the future, it will be at the feet of the emperor. Get ready sooner."
After speaking, he threw a brocade box into his arms, squeezed the horse's belly, galloped away, and disappeared in an instant.
Gongsun Zhuoyu caught the box by conditioned reflex, and then waved the dust raised in front of him with his sleeve, thinking, "See you later, it will be at the feet of the emperor." Could it be that Du Lingchun would promote himself to Beijing? !
He looked down at the brocade box in his arms, opened it, and saw that it was a waist card made of black black iron with a huge "Du" engraved on it, which was actually Du Lingchun's personal waist card.
Shi Qianqiu watched from the side, fearing that there was a hidden weapon in the box: "Sir, what is this?"
Gongsun Zhuoyu held the waist card and said in a meaningful way: "If you hold this item, you can walk sideways in the capital, it is naturally a good thing."
#Du Sigong's peerless good man#
#no rebuttal#
And five miles away in the suburbs, a group of men and horses were advancing rapidly. Wu Yue chased after the large army all the way, and then whispered to the people sitting in the carriage: "Company, the word has been brought."
The curtain was lifted by a slender hand, revealing Du Lingchun's feminine face, with a slightly gloomy expression—
It was probably because of a tantrum in the morning.
Du Lingchun was expressionless: "Did he say anything?"
Wu Yue: "..."
Wu Yue seemed to ride his horse away without waiting for Gongsun Zhuoyu to speak. He lowered his head, clenched the reins, and said dryly, "Master Gongsun is very happy to see it."
Du Lingchun sneered and lowered the curtains heavily: "He's really happy."
Du Lingchun remembered how disheveled he looked when he woke up early in the morning, and there was still a nameless fire in his heart. In addition to anger, there is anxiety, panic. He was not sure what Gongsun Zhuoyu did and what he saw yesterday.
He only remembered that someone held him across the quilt and stayed there for a long, long time...
The team drove too fast, and Jiangzhou City was left behind, gradually turning into a small black spot, only the yellow flowers on the side of the road were blooming just right. Du Lingchun lifted the curtain, looked out, and lowered his eyes thoughtfully.
Gongsun Zhuoyu, we will see you soon...
The deceased is like a man, reluctant to give up day and night. Mr. Gongsun has been dead for many years, and everything around him is changing, but he is buried in the ground for a long time, competing with the changes brought about by death and time.
Mr. Gongsun was poor all his life, and the place where his bones were buried would not be a good place for Fengshui. He just chose a higher position on the barren mountain and erected a decent stone tablet.
The mountain road is rugged, and the carriage cannot go up when it reaches the foot of the mountain, so it can only walk down. The old lady had inconvenience in her legs and feet, but she did not let Gongsun Zhuoyu carry her back, and only walked by herself with crutches. Shi Qianqiu followed behind, holding a bag containing incense candles and other items.
He also came to pay homage to Lord Gongsun.
Gongsun Zhuoyu supported the old lady, and when she saw her stumble, she couldn't help saying, "Mother, let me carry you on my back."
The old lady shook her head: "Mother's eyes are not good, I can come to see your father at this time every year, don't worry, walk slowly."
Gongsun Zhuoyu thought to herself that she was always bored in the Buddhist hall and usually had no time to go out. Gossip all the way.
The old lady asked, "Are there fields all around?"
Gongsun Zhuoyu glanced at it: "It's all at the foot of the mountain, but not much on the mountain."
Although the old lady has an eye problem, her eyes are kind: "I hope the common people can have a good harvest this year. Ordinary people, who only want food and clothing, are most content."
There are many gravel on the road, and when you go to the back, it gradually becomes smoother. The old lady seemed to feel something, and suddenly asked: "Zuoyu, is your father's tomb coming soon?"
Gongsun Zhuoyu wondered how the old lady knew, and looked at the tombstone in front of her: "Mother, are your eyes well?"
The old lady shook her head: "Mother's eyes have been blind, how can it be good, but the eyes are blind, but the heart is not blind."
While talking, we have reached the grave.
She gropingly stretched out her hand and touched the cold stone tablet, then slid all the way down, skipping the word "Gongsun", and continued her whereabouts, and finally stopped at the word "Lianjing" and stroked it for a while.
Gongsun Lianjing, this is the name of the boss, and what he has done in his life deserves this name.
The old lady sighed: "Zuoyu, are there weeds next to the tombstone?"
Gongsun Zhuoyu looked around: "Mother, no."
The old lady didn't say anything, she knelt down on the futon, put three sticks of incense into the stove full of incense ashes, and made two salutations before saying, "Zhuoyu has made a lot of money recently, and I heard that the maid has solved two major cases, and I can't say it in the future. Like a husband, he is loved by the people."
Gongsun Zhuoyu didn't care about the phrase "loved by the people". When he died in the future, he would definitely not be aggrieved and hunched in this broken valley like his father. people.
Before Bao Zheng's death, he had said that those who have committed loot in future generations and grandchildren should not be released back to their own families, and they should not be buried in a large tomb after death. If you don't follow my ambition, you are not my descendants. Therefore, there is a saying that "unworthy descendants are not allowed to enter the tomb".
Fortunately, Mr. Gongsun never left such words, otherwise Gongsun Zhuoyu would not have been buried in his ancestral grave if he died.
The old lady couldn't hear Gongsun Zhuoyu's words for a long time, looked into the distance, and said thoughtfully: "Zuoyu, although your father was discouraged in the officialdom, he never regretted the path he took when he died, you are very smart, but your mother I don't know how you're going to go..."
Gongsun Zhuoyu stepped forward diligently: "Naturally, the name will remain in the history, and it will live up to my mother's expectations."
"Famous?" The old lady gently crossed the rosary in her hands, "You are different from your father. You seek fame and fame on paper, while your father seeks peace of mind. The former only keeps books, while the latter lives in the hearts of the heart..."
As she spoke, she touched the cold stone tablet: "The people still remember your father..."
The mountain is desolate and overgrown with weeds, but the surrounding area of the cemetery is clean, without a single weed. The incense burner was full of ashes, indicating that people often worshiped, and even the way they went up the mountain, the closer they got to the cemetery, the smoother they walked.
In this world, someone will die and then be forgotten by the world. The people stopped talking about Lord Gongsun, and Gongsun Zhuoyu thought that they were gradually forgetting, but they did not know that everything was remembered and survived in another way.
He asked for a name on paper, but his father kept his name behind him.
Gongsun Zhuoyu apparently also found the clue, looked around, wanted to argue, but couldn't find anything to say, so he could only pursed his lips and said nothing.
Shi Qianqiu burned the white candle and paper money, knelt down and clasped his fists in front of the tombstone, and made a salute from the rivers and lakes: "My lord is eternal."
The way down the mountain was easier than going up the mountain, but Gongsun Zhuoyu rarely spoke, and was extremely silent. There was a brief moment of confusion in the bottom of his eyes, and he might also start to hesitate about his future path.
But he seeks advantages and avoids disadvantages, prefers leisure and dislikes labor, and it is bound to be impossible to be a good official. If the Dong family lost the cow and the West family lost the dog, he could still try his best to help, but if some cases involved the powerful, he would be powerless.
Gongsun Zhuoyu is a selfish person, and sometimes when disaster strikes, he will only choose himself, not caring about others, and he lacks the bearing of self-sacrifice, which is obviously far from the word "honest official".
He fell into thinking, very confused, and wanted to know how he should go on in the future, but before he could understand, a Beijing transfer order from the Ministry of Personnel made him dizzy.
"Your Majesty has an order to order Gongsun Zhuoyu, the magistrate of Jiangzhou, to go to the capital immediately to assist the Criminal Department to solve the case!"
This is a serial murder case involving important court officials...
The author has something to say: Gongsun Zhuoyu (not confused for a moment): I'm here in the capital, rush rush!