Du Lingchun went all the way to a high position. If he said that his hands were clean, it would be a lie, and if he said that there was no sinister behind his back, it would also be a lie. And these secret things that cannot be seen are all hidden in the study, and they are not allowed to trespass.
Wu Yue originally thought that Gongsun Zhuoyu had left, so he knocked on the door openly and entered, but he never thought that he was here to smash the window, pulled him up with a little force, and at the same time pleaded guilty to Du Lingchun through the window: "Belong to God damn it."
Du Lingchun paused when he saw this, and a large amount of ink appeared from the tip of the pen, then put down the pen: "It's okay, let him in."
Wu Yue glanced at him before letting go of Gongsun Zhuoyu.
Gongsun Zhuoyu straightened his wrinkled collar, and when he passed by Wu Yue, he gave him the middle finger, and then pushed the door 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 the second half of the night, Du Lingchun saw Gongsun Zhuoyu come in, put the ledger aside, then lazily poured into the back of the chair, put his hand on his chin and said, "Master Gongsun didn't sleep in the middle of the night, why did he start crawling instead? The sneaky behavior of the window?"
There is no yin and yang weirdness like in the daytime, only half-smile but not laughing jokes.
Gongsun Zhuoyu touched the tip of his nose and felt a little abrupt. He glanced at the bookshelf behind Du Lingchun: "It's really not right to be harassing in the middle of the night. I just want to borrow a book from the company."
Du Lingchun is obviously not someone who likes to read, and the things behind are also decorations. Hearing this, he raised his eyebrows slightly: "What book?"
Gongsun Zhuoyu: "The Collection of Miscellaneous Poems."
Good, never 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 bookshelf are arranged in a regular manner, such as Six Arts, Zhuzi, Poetry and Fu, Military Books, Maths, and Fangs. Just look for it.
Gongsun Zhuoyu talked to Du Lingchun while looking for it: "When I rushed to Bai Mansion today, it was still a step too late, and the person's tongue was smashed and he died at home."
Du Lingchun snorted, and he listened to the report of Xuan Yiwei, who went with him.
Gongsun Zhuoyu said: "When the master was chasing him out, he once 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 undeveloped ancient times, the best way to find is human search.
Du Lingchun wondered how Gongsun Zhuoyu was so sure that he would listen to him, but he said, "It's not difficult, I'll ask your Majesty tomorrow, and it will be a door-to-door search by the Imperial Army."
Gongsun Zhuoyu thought that this method was still too stupid, and there was only a 50% chance of catching someone. While speaking, his eyes suddenly swept across a row of bookshelves, as if he had found something, and when he pulled it out, it was the "Miscellaneous Poems".
Daye's books do not have page numbers, they can only be turned back one by one. Gongsun Zhuoyu turned a few pages, and finally found the corresponding verse and compared it with the one sent by the murderer. The printing font and layout were the same, and they were all surrounded by narrow bilateral columns.
Du Lingchun lifted his eyelids: "What did you find?"
Gongsun Zhuoyu explained: "The poems sent by the murderer were all torn from a book of "Miscellaneous Poems". The family has entered the new product of "Zanshi Anthology", and it can't be a clue."
The best sellers in bookstores are erotic pictures and small talk books. Usually, no one buys this kind of miscellaneous poetry collection. If you 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 I didn't know what was written: "Is the company practicing calligraphy?"
It was written to the emperor.
Du Lingchun's handwriting is average, not ugly, but not good-looking either. He casually threw the half-written note aside: "Written blindly."
Gongsun Zhuoyu smiled: "It's beautifully written."
Du Lingchun heard the words and moved. To be honest, if it wasn't for Gongsun Zhuoyu's sincere tone, he would feel that the other party was mocking him: "Where's the beauty?"
Gongsun Zhuoyu approached diligently: "Everywhere is beautiful."
When Du Lingchun heard the words, he couldn't help but hook his lips, but he was forcibly pressed down again. Turning his eyes to the "Sun and Moon Map of Mountains and Rivers" hanging on the opposite wall, he said honestly, "It's not as good as yours."
Gongsun Zhuoyu has been a human being in two generations, and his calligraphy practice is more basic than others. Not to mention the peak, but it is enough to crush most people. He heard Du Lingchun praising himself, and his smiling eyes narrowed: "Then I teach the company?"
Du Lingchun glanced at him, thinking about how to teach calligraphy. Gongsun Zhuoyu, however, seemed to see through his thoughts, took a piece of rice paper from the corner of the table, spread it on the table, dipped a pen with ink, thought for a moment, and wrote the words "Du Lingchun".
Gongsun Zhuoyu's teaching method is quite simple and rude: "The company can just write it."
Du Lingchun: "..."
Gongsun Zhuoyu this bastard.
The rice paper was laid flat on the table, and the three words "Du Lingchun" took up nearly half of the area. The thick black ink was weakened by three points of coldness under the yellowish candlelight. Du Lingchun squeezed the pen hesitantly, and then, under the watchful eyes of the people beside him, dropped a horizontal line on the paper...
"too heavy."
Gongsun Zhuoyu squeezed his wrist lightly, then lifted it up, and said in a low voice, "Be lighter."
He didn't touch it, but Du Lingchun's hand froze when he touched it, and the strokes were crooked and slanted, which was really worse than what a three-year-old child wrote.
Feeling ashamed, Du Lingchun rubbed the paper into a ball and threw it into the corner: "No more practice!"
Gongsun Zhuoyu wanted to practice well, why didn't he practice. He took out 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'll teach it again."
After he finished speaking, he dipped the brush into the ink, glanced at Du Lingchun, and then hesitantly, he gently put the pen into the other's hand, covered the back of his hand, and clenched it slowly.
Gongsun Zhuoyu said: "The strength is in the tip of the pen, not in the hand."
After he finished speaking, he dragged Du Lingchun's hand down on the paper, but because his vision was blocked, he could only stand a little closer, his shoulders were against Du Lingchun's back, and from the front, it seemed like he was covering his entire body. People hugged.
Du Lingchun's whole mind was no longer on the paper. He could even feel Gongsun Zhuoyu's warm breath pouring into his ears, and even the tips of his ears were slightly warm, and he tilted his head unconsciously.
"Company, read words with your eyes."
Gongsun Zhuoyu used the other hand to gently straighten his head, and then landed on his shoulder. The fingertips stayed for a moment, then slowly slid down, and finally landed on Du Lingchun's waist.
"… "
Du Lingchun noticed his movements, and looked down, wondering what he was thinking. I only felt that my right hand was no longer under my control, but was pulled numbly and rigidly by the other party, and strokes and strokes fell on the paper.
When the first word "Du" was finished, Gongsun Zhuoyu placed his chin lightly on Du Lingchun's shoulder.
When the second word "Ling" was finished, Gongsun Zhuoyu's hand on his waist slowly tightened and fell to the ground.
The third word for "spring" is about to end, and they have already formed an ambiguous posture, the kind that can't be washed out even if they jump into the Yellow River.
"… "
Du Lingchun's mind went blank, his heart was beating wildly, and the palms of his hands were involuntarily sweating sticky, almost unable to hold the pen.
"Company..."
Gongsun Zhuoyu made a low voice behind him, stopped, did not write any more, and maintained that posture quietly. The faint scent of submerged water on Du Lingchun's body filled his nose, which was very familiar, even though it was the first time they were so close together.
Du Lingchun unconsciously clenched his fingertips, a little afraid of what Gongsun Zhuoyu would do, but he couldn't tell whether he was afraid or looking forward to it. I only felt that the hand around my waist was getting tighter and tighter, and the back just pressed against the hot chest of the other party.
Du Lingchun was born indifferent between males and females, but at this moment, under the volatile candlelight, his eyebrows flew into his temples, and he became more and more feminine.
Gongsun Zhuoyu used to hate eunuchs the most, thinking that they were all sissies and liked to hide knives in their smiles and stab people in the back. But for some reason, Du Lingchun felt pleasing to the eye everywhere.
I don't know when the brush fell on the paper, leaching out a large ink mark, and finally rolled to the corner with a rumble, but no one cared.
Gongsun Zhuoyu wondered if he should find something to say, maintain that posture, and whisper, "It's already midnight, is the company in the study at this time every day?"
As Shi Qianqiu sentenced at the beginning, a person like Du Lingchun, with a sword hanging over his head every day, is afraid of tossing and turning, unable to sleep at night. Hearing this, he hummed vaguely, his throat a little tight.
Gongsun Zhuoyu said: "You should rest early, staying up late is not good for your health."
He clasped Du Lingchun's hand tightly, and couldn't help but rubbed it lightly, and then he relaxed and let go: "If the company is free in the future, just come to me, although I am not talented, I can still do it. Teaching company to practice calligraphy."
Du Lingchun remembered what Wu Yue had stopped him just now, and paused and said, "You can come when you want in the future. I will give an order, and no one will stop you."
It seems that this study is really just an ordinary study, there are no secret things hidden in the light, and he can come and go freely.
Gongsun Zhuoyu naturally understood what he meant, and felt a little happy in his heart, and said in a low voice: "I only come when the company is here, and I won't come when the company is not there."
This sentence sounds ambiguous and sad, and it can make people's ears red.
Du Lingchun sighed, but his mind was still blank, and he didn't know what to say.
Gongsun Zhuoyu didn't want to disturb his rest, and after a while, he released his hand reluctantly: "The company should rest early, I'll go back to the room first, see you tomorrow."
Du Lingchun pursed his lips: "Got it."
He probably wanted to say a word to Gongsun Zhuoyu to rest early, but the words stuck in his throat, he just 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. He heard the movement of the door being opened, looked up, and saw 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 thief!"
His mind was still as small as ever. After saying this, regardless of Wu Yue's stunned look, he patted his sleeves and turned back to his room to sleep.
Gongsun Zhuoyu just waited for the morning to dawn so that he could find the murderer's whereabouts, but he didn't realize that when he woke up, he suddenly heard shocking news—
Tang Feishhuang 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!