Ye Wuhen was originally imprisoned in the prison of the Ministry of Punishment. After nightfall, a mysterious expert suddenly sneaked in, injured the yamen and rescued him. When the emperor heard the news, Long Yan was furious, and ordered the Jinglu Division and the Ministry of Justice to investigate together, and be sure to arrest the person and bring him to justice.
Du Lingchun took people out after receiving the order, and has not returned yet.
Gongsun Zhuoyu thought to himself that he dared to rob a prison single-handedly and successfully rescue people. He was indeed a master. Of course, it cannot be ruled out that the guard yamen is too rude.
He looked at Shi Qianqiu: "Master doesn't want his disciples to accompany him?"
Obviously, not everyone can endure Gongsun Zhuoyu's sticky temper like Du Lingchun, Shi Qianqiu refused: "No need."
Gongsun Zhuoyu sighed: "Okay, then I won't disturb Master's practice."
It was getting dark, Gongsun Zhuoyu was lying in bed thinking about the case after taking a bath. If I take the yamen directly to the Hong family to ask questions tomorrow, I don't know if they will be blocked. Moreover, seeing the appearance of those servants who are so secretive, I'm afraid they won't be able to ask anything.
It's tricky.
Gongsun Zhuoyu turned over under the quilt. I don't know which wicked ghost killed the person, let alone the murder, and throw the body into the Jingzhao Mansion, and throw it into the emperor's dragon bed if he has the ability.
Du Lingchun came back in the middle of the night.
He was messing around with Gongsun Zhuoyu's servant last night, and he was not very comfortable. After returning to the house, he took off his outer clothes and habitually took a seat beside the bed. However, before the maid could ask where Gongsun Zhuoyu was going, his waist suddenly tightened, his eyes turned around, and he fell into the soft bedding.
"Company."
Gongsun Zhuoyu hid under the quilt just now and deliberately did not make a sound, but now he has emerged. He pressed Du Lingchun under him and asked aloud, "Why are you coming back now?"
Du Lingchun guessed it was him, and without struggling, he supported his head with his hands, and raised his slender eyes slightly: "Why, you Jing Zhaoyin, don't you know that the imperial court has committed a serious crime and was imprisoned?"
Gongsun Zhuoyu nodded: "I heard that, have you caught it?"
Du Lingchun said: "The city gate has been ordered to block, Ye Wuhen is seriously injured, and his hands and feet are in shackles, so he can't run very far... But don't worry, let him relax for a few days."
Gongsun Zhuoyu rubbed against his arms: "Why?"
Du Lingchun thought to himself that Gongsun Zhuoyu was a wise man on weekdays, how could he be stupid at a critical moment. The slender fingertips flicked on the tip of his nose, and said with a half-smile: "That Ye Wuhen escaped from the prison of the Ministry of Punishment, do you think Shi Lang Hong can break away?"
Hong Wentao threatened Gongsun Zhuoyu's account a few days ago, and Du Lingchun still remembered it, but he just had to wait for an opportunity.
Gongsun Zhuoyu thought about it too, and Le's brows widened with a smile: "It's still a smart company."
Du Lingchun thought that you were just being stupid. Seeing Gongsun Zhuoyu looking at him with a smile, he unconsciously slowed down his voice, and gently traced the other person's face with his fingertips before asking, "It's so late, why are you still not sleeping?"
Gongsun Zhuoyu pressed his forehead, nose to nose: "I'll sleep with you when you come back."
Du Lingchun glanced at the sky when he heard the words, seeing that it was late at night and it was getting late, he got up from the bed and said, "Then I'll go take a bath first."
Gongsun Zhuoyu lay obediently on the bed, heard the words and pulled the quilt up, then patted the seat next to him: "Go to the company, I'll wait for you."
#suddenly shy#
Du Lingchun: "..."
Du Lingchun thought to himself, why didn't he realize that Gongsun Zhuoyu was such a...contradictory person? She likes to be shy and has a thick skin. After taking a bath, he lay down on the bed, with a little cool water vapor on his body, but it was warmed up after a while.
Gongsun Zhuoyu hugged him and was about to go to sleep when someone suddenly grabbed his face. He opened his eyes, only to see Du Lingchun holding his head, looking at himself with interest, the ink was scattered, and his eyebrows and eyes became more and more indistinguishable.
Gongsun Zhuoyu touched his face: "What's wrong?"
Du Lingchun didn't know what to think, so he couldn't help but curled his lips, and said in a cool tone: "I want to see how thick-skinned our newly appointed Lord Jing Zhaoyin is, he has worked so hard to provide information, you He was only willing to reward people with a penny."
The gossip spreads fast, and now many people know that the dude of the silk and satin village went to the government to report the case, and only got a penny as a reward, which makes people laugh out loud.
Although Gongsun Zhuoyu pointed out that the copper coin was a token, and if there was any grievance in the future, he could use it to report the crime, but not many people believed it except the stupid guy.
Gongsun Zhuoyu was really blushing this time, and whispered: "The money is on the edge of the knife."
He also plans to buy a house in the capital.
Du Lingchun scolded him: "No promise!"
Where did he treat Gongsun Zhuoyu so harshly that he was digging for a penny, so he didn't know whether to find him or not.
Gongsun Zhuoyu wondered why Du Lingchun was getting more and more fierce, and he was not gentle at all.
#QAQ really won’t be cherished if you get it#
Gongsun Zhuoyu put his arms around Du Lingchun's waist under the quilt and looked at him eagerly: "Shi Gong, do you not like me anymore? If you don't like it, just tell me, I'm not a stalker..."
#really not#
Du Lingchun didn't say anything, looked down at the hand he was holding on to his waist, and didn't know what to say for a while, wondering why it was brought up for no reason. He tugged at Gongsun Zhuoyu a little embarrassedly: "Nonsense, I've been thinking about something messy all day."
The more he pulled, the tighter Gongsun Zhuoyu hugged him, with tears in his eyes: "Do you not like me anymore?"
Du Lingchun was suffocated and gave up struggling. He thought he was sensitive enough and suspicious enough, but Gongsun Zhuoyu turned out to be even more so than him. But he couldn't beat him, he couldn't scold him, he could only be coaxed and offered by his ancestors.
Du Lingchun said to him helplessly: "Don't be like this little daughter."
He shouldn't have been murdering Gongsun Zhuoyu, he was completely making trouble for himself.
Gongsun Zhuoyu heard the words, a hot kiss fell on his neck, licked and teased with the tip of his tongue, and then moved up gradually, biting his earlobe: "Is that company wrong?"
Du Lingchun was bitten by him and trembled, his ears were hot, red and bloodshot, he hesitated for a while before saying, "... Wrong."
If you admit you are wrong, admit your mistake, it's not an outsider anyway. Du Lingchun's external tactics are ruthless, but he can bend and stretch against Gongsun Zhuoyu.
Gongsun Zhuoyu liked the way he couldn't do anything about him, his warm palms slowly fell, he pressed Du Lingchun's waist through his clothes, and after a while he asked in a low voice, "How did the company come about? Every inch is in my heart."
He wasn't ashamed at all, and said whatever came to his mind. When Gongsun Zhuoyu first saw Du Lingchun, he felt that everything about the other party was just right. The yin and yang weird look is also likable.
Du Lingchun covered his mouth, unable to resist. I thought to myself that Gongsun Zhuoyu was a natural romantic seed. Those who knew him said he had a simple mind, but those who didn't knew he thought he was a seasoned veteran.
Du Lingchun whispered: "Of course I was born by my mother, I'm not ashamed or ashamed, and I'm not going to sleep soon."
Gongsun Zhuoyu didn't continue to be a demon, oh, and obediently closed his eyes and fell asleep.
The next morning, Du Lingchun went out to court. Gongsun Zhuoyu woke up in a daze, turned over habitually, and found that there was something papery beside his face that made him panic. When he looked closely, he saw a thick stack of silver bills next to the pillow. Sit up from the bed,
what happened? !
Gongsun Zhuoyu looked around and found that there was no one in the room, and then looked at the pile of scattered silver notes, thinking that it must be Du Lingchun's gift
He hesitated and stretched out his hand, put away the bank note and counted it, and found that there were at least seven or eight thousand taels. After a long silence, he fell on the bed and rolled with joy.
Hair, hair, hair!
If I had known, I should have been with Du Lingchun in my last life. He had been a corrupt official for several years, and the money he had obtained was not as much as a fraction of the money thrown away by others. It was really a waste of life.
Du Lingchun didn't go far, he stood outside the corridor and looked in through the crack of the window, but saw Gongsun Zhuoyu rolling around on the bed like a happy cat, slightly hooked his lips, and withdrew his eyes in a good mood. .
That's right, the person Du Lingchun likes naturally wants to enjoy all the glory and wealth, how can he be short of money.
Du Lingchun shook his crimson sleeves and said to Wu Yue, "Let's go."
Gongsun Zhuoyu was so happy inside that he didn't even want to go to the government office. He rolled from one end of the bed to the other, and from the other end of the bed to this end, holding the stack of silver bills as if he was holding a big baby .
The system watched in the dark, and felt that he was arching on the bed like a maggot. He couldn't help showing up and flew over. He patted his head with his wings and reminded: [Dear, you must stick to your heart, don't be let down by you. Confused by money!]
Gongsun Zhuoyu was carried away by the silver note, and he didn't even hear what it said, so he took time to look at it: "Ah? What did you say?"
The system threatened: [If you don't handle the case, I will call you.]
Gongsun Zhuoyu froze when he heard the words, and immediately jumped up from the bed as if his butt was on fire: "Don't, don't, don't! Go right now!"
In order to hunt down Ye Wuhen, Shi Lang Hong left the house before dawn early in the morning. Therefore, when Gongsun Zhuoyu took the yamen to the Hong Mansion, he saw only Hong Shilang's mother, Mrs. Hong.
"I don't know if the old lady has heard that there was a murder case in the capital recently, and a woman was killed in a strange way. But after a lot of investigations, I found out that the dead woman was named Siyun, who was a servant girl in the house. Don't blame yourself."
Mrs. Hong loves her grandson the most. Hong Wentao was caught and beaten by Gongsun Zhuoyu a few days ago. Naturally, she didn't look good, sitting on the high seat, her tone was a little cold: "This old man is a woman and Taoist family. When you go out, you naturally don’t know the rumors in the outside world, and there are so many maids in the house, I really don’t know who the adults are talking about, I’m just afraid that the adults will run for nothing.”
Gongsun Zhuoyu thought that this old lady doesn't look like a good person: "This official is investigating the case at His Majesty's order, and I also ask the old lady to make it convenient and let me check it at the palace."
Mrs. Hong crossed the rosary in her hands without lifting her eyelids: "There are female relatives in the house, I'm afraid it's inconvenient."
Gongsun Zhuoyu raised his eyebrows: "That being the case, I don't want to disturb him, but Master Hong and I are also colleagues. I heard that the young son of the mansion died of illness, so I wanted to give my heart a little and put a stick of incense in front of his spirit."
He said so, and it would be inhumane to continue to block. Mrs. Hong opened her eyes when she heard the words. Although her eyes were old, they were full of light. Thinking that she was also a powerful person when she was young, she slowly stopped the movement of her hands: "Then the old man will thank you for your kindness, come here, bring Gongsun with you. The adults go to the mourning hall."
The old lady seemed to have a lot of power in the mansion, and the servants in the room didn't even dare to lift their heads. When she heard the words, someone came out and bowed slightly to Gongsun Zhuoyu: "Sir, please come with the servants."
Gongsun Zhuoyu knew that the old lady was looking for someone to stare at her, but she didn't know it. After leaving the main hall with the maid, she felt more and more that there was a ghost in the house.
The little master of the Hong family's dojo had not yet dispersed, and the Taoist priest was chanting sutras outside, his voice low and ghostly. In the center of the room is a god's case, on which is enshrined the little son's spiritual seat.
Gongsun Zhuoyu glanced at the maid: "Your son has been buried?"
The maid nodded: "It should have been buried long ago, but the old lady was reluctant to let it go. The coffin stayed for a while and was buried ten days ago."
Otherwise, I'm afraid the corpse will stink.
Gongsun Zhuoyu suddenly realized that he stepped into the mourning hall, put on the incense stick, and then asked the maid, "Can I have a look around?"
The maid looked hesitant, obviously unable to be the master: "This..."
Gongsun Zhuoyu saw that she was young, and thought she was just a little girl, no matter how good it was to coax her: "I just walk around and don't do anything, and if you follow me, I can set fire to Hong Kong. The house of the family?"
The maid was amused by what he said, but she quickly restrained her smile in response, and said with some embarrassment: "The lord, don't go far, if the old lady knows, the servant will only be punished."
Gongsun Zhuoyu smiled and said, "Of course not, thank you girl."
The maid had probably never seen such a graceful and graceful official, and she blushed a little embarrassedly.
Gongsun Zhuoyu had already begun to inspect the mourning hall. He found that there was an inner room on the left, separated by a screen, and the wall was covered with prayer flags. He couldn't help asking aloud, "What is this?"
The maid explained: "This is a prayer flag for blessing, bless the young master to get rid of the sufferings of hell as soon as possible. Those Taoist priests said that they should be hung for forty-nine days before they can be taken down."
Gongsun Zhuoyu snorted, and then looked at the ground in the corner of the wall, not knowing what to find, and frowned. He stepped forward to take a look, but saw two faint dark marks on the floor tile, the edges were slightly yellow, and there were flies crawling.
Gongsun Zhuoyu lay on the ground and sniffed it close, only to smell a very slight sour odor, and his brows could not help wrinkling.
The maid was startled when she saw him lying on the ground for no reason: "Master Gongsun, you..."
Gongsun Zhuoyu reacted, sighed, and quickly got up from the ground: "I saw a mouse running over just now, and I wanted to see if there was a mouse hole."
The maid covered her face and smiled, thinking that he was a little bit mean: "Your Excellency is joking, how come there are mouse holes here."
Gongsun Zhuoyu asked her casually, "There is no mouse hole, so is there anyone?"
For example... a corpse kneeling in a corner
Because he has been kneeling in this mourning hall for a long time, his knees are touching the ground, so the corpse fluid that flows out gradually seeps into the gaps in the stone bricks, and no matter how to clean it, it cannot be removed.
The mourning hall was silent, probably because the coffin had been parked before, and a faint smell of corpse lingered for a long time. Dozens of Taoist priests recited and sang obscure scriptures outside, and they sang Lie Yangtian out of the ghostly and gloomy night.
"Huh..."
A gust of wind suddenly blew into the house, the prayer flags hanging on the wall were blown, and the curtains danced with the wind.
The maid turned back subconsciously, and across the semi-permeable veil, she suddenly saw a woman kneeling in the corner of the wall, the corners of her mouth were torn to both sides, and her eyes looked at herself with a terrifying smile.
The scream had reached the throat and was forced down again. The maid covered her mouth tightly with her hands, so frightened that she lost her soul, but when she took a closer look, the corner of the wall was empty, and there was clearly nothing.
Gongsun Zhuoyu didn't know why, so he called her: "Girl? Girl?"
"Ah?" The maid reacted, looked at him subconsciously, put down her hand with a pale face, and there was a layer of cold sweat on her head: "Dad... what is your order?"
Gongsun Zhuoyu snorted: "It's nothing, I just want to ask if there is a maid named Siyun in your house, do you know him?"
The maid's face became even more difficult to look, and she forced a smile: "Sir, slaves have always served only by the old lady's side, and the embroidery room is under the control of Shen's mother, and I have never heard of Siyun."
Gongsun Zhuoyu looked at her like a torch: "I never told you that Siyun is the embroidered mother. Since you have never heard of it, how do you know that she is from the embroidery room?"
Only then did the maid realize that she had missed her mouth, and subconsciously took a step back, unable to speak.
Gongsun Zhuoyu stared at her closely.