On the Thousand Postures Reconstructed by the Scumbags

It was late at night, and the emperor didn't keep them any longer. After ordering a strict investigation of the murderer, he went back to the palace to rest surrounded by court ladies and eunuchs.

Du Lingchun stuffed his hands into his sleeves and glanced at Yan Fu lazily. Seeing that his hair and beard are all white, he is bent and old, he is no longer the prime minister who responded to everyone's response, and the corners of his lips are slightly hooked, and they all sarcastically said: "As the head of all officials, Yan Xiang has always been the most respectful of rules. Tang Feishuang is not an official. You should not have meddled in the affairs of the court, so you are not afraid of breaking the rules by recommending him?"

When Du Lingchun recommended Gongsun Zhuoyu to take the temporary place of Jing Zhaoyin, Yan Fu said one thing about his qualifications and one word about his irregularities, but now it's his turn, he is willing to break the precept.

Yan Fu is old, and more often he has begun to avoid confrontation with Du Lingchun. Coupled with the fact that he has been immersed in officialdom for many years, he is naturally not an impulsive person, and he will not compete with Du Lingchun for a short-term verbal dispute. He just stroked his beard, looked at his nose and his heart and said: "The matter is urgent, the civil and military in the Manchu Dynasty can't find a second person to solve the case, this old man has to do this, Mr. Du should understand this truth .”

After saying this, he nodded slightly: "It's getting late, the old man will leave the palace first."

Tang Feishuang really wanted to go to the Sigong's mansion to see the situation, but the masters of the Jinglu Division had already gathered together, his martial arts were not top-notch, and he couldn't do much even if he went there, let alone Du Lingchun territory. Thinking of checking the situation tomorrow morning, he also turned and left.

The wind in the palace is always colder than outside, probably because the halls are too spacious and the corridors are too long, there will never be enough people to live in, and there will never be an end.

Du Lingchun was wearing thin clothes, and the night wind blew up the corners of his clothes, making his back look more slender, and when he walked slowly, he seemed a little more lazy.

Gongsun Zhuoyu followed behind, stepped down the stone steps, the white sleeve robe was blown away by the wind, asked him in a low voice: "Is the company cold?"

Hearing this, Du Lingchun gave him a weird look, thinking what the cold is, this is the imperial palace, Gongsun Zhuoyu can't just warm his hands in front of everyone. He raised his eyebrows and reminded: "This is the palace."

"I know," Gongsun Zhuoyu took a step forward, turned sideways to block him from the cold wind, and then smiled, "If the company is cold, I will block the wind for the company."

Du Lingchun paused when he heard the words, then turned his head and looked away: "It's up to you."

With his hands hidden in his sleeves, his fingertips rubbed lightly for a moment, with slight tension and unexplained sweat.

Before they took two steps, they saw a palace lady in green waiting not far away, holding a food box in her hand. Seeing them walking out of the Wuji Hall, the court lady immediately walked up to Du Lingchun with small steps, bowed her knees and saluted Du Lingchun: "Your maidservant has seen Si Gong."

She is the personal maid next to the imperial concubine.

Du Lingchun recognized her: "But the imperial concubine has something to do?"

The palace maid shook her head: "Your Majesty heard that Sigong begged to see His Majesty late at night, so she sent a servant to bring you some hot pastries in case you hadn't eaten dinner."

Although Du Qiuwan is very fond of her, but she is a concubine, and she usually doesn't see Du Lingchun. I heard that when he enters the palace, he will occasionally send someone to send something.

Hearing this, Du Lingchun was about to reach out to pick it up, but Gongsun Zhuoyu had already taken it first. He also smiled at the court lady: "Please trouble girl, I will take it for the company."

The maid had never met him, but she guessed that she must be a close friend to be by Du Lingchun's side. Seeing that Gongsun Zhuoyu was handsome and polite, he didn't dare to look more, so he hastily saluted and stepped back.

Du Lingchun could only withdraw his hand, shook his sleeves, and said with a half-smile: "I can't tell, Mr. Gongsun is a sympathetic man."

Every time he called Gongsun Zhuoyu "Master Gongsun", he must have a strange feeling in his heart.

Gongsun Zhuoyu touched the food box, it was still warm, and subconsciously said, "I'm clearly feeling sorry for the company."

It's not because Du Lingchun is afraid that his hand will be sore.

He hadn't intended to say a word, but after he finished speaking, he was stunned for a moment, then subconsciously raised his eyes, only to see Du Lingchun looking at him in a daze.

Gongsun Zhuoyu moved his lips, trying to explain in a hurry: "Company, I..."

"What are you?" Du Lingchun turned around with a flick of his sleeves, "Hurry back to the carriage."

Du Lingchun walked in front, secretly scolding Gongsun Zhuoyu for being a piece of wood. He should have been annoyed when he heard this sentence, but now he was annoyed, but he didn't see it. An unknown emotion was spreading in his heart, throbbing and slightly hot.

Gongsun Zhuoyu followed behind with a food box, secretly scolding himself for being stupid. After getting into the carriage, seeing Du Lingchun sitting in the innermost seat, tentatively, he moved to his side a little bit: "Company..."

Shoulder to shoulder, leg to leg.

The hand in Du Lingchun's sleeve moved, but he didn't hide it, pretending he didn't see it.

Gongsun Zhuoyu opened the food box and saw a plate of rice cakes inside, he was stunned for a moment. He thought that the dim sum sent by the imperial concubine must be exquisite and expensive, but he didn't expect it to be the cheapest rice cake among the people, and he could buy a large piece for a few pennies.

Gongsun Zhuoyu passed the food box to him and said, "Do you want some, sir?"

Du Lingchun took a look, took a small piece from the food box, took a bite, and ate it in two or three bites.

He and Du Qiuwan were poor when they were young, and the best thing they could eat was rice cakes. After entering the court, although there were delicious delicacies, they only preferred this kind of dessert.

Maybe Du Lingchun is also a nostalgic person in his heart...

Gongsun Zhuoyu asked: "The company likes to eat rice cakes?"

Du Lingchun raised his eyelids: "Why, is it strange?"

Gongsun Zhuoyu smiled and shook his head: "I thought...

The guild likes to eat something delicate and delicate. "

Du Lingchun closed his eyes lightly, and leaned against the wall of the carriage to rest: "I used to be poor and couldn't eat those fine things. Rice cakes are the cheapest."

It was the first time Gongsun Zhuoyu heard him say such words, he paused and said, "I remember."

Du Lingchun opened his eyes: "Remember what?"

"The company likes to eat rice cakes," Gongsun Zhuoyu pursed his lips and smiled, "I will buy them for the company in the future."

Fool……

These two words popped up in Du Lingchun's mind inexplicably. He has countless gold and silver, and his wealth is invincible. Would he be short of a piece of rice cake? But looking at Gongsun Zhuoyu's smiling eyes, but didn't say anything, that inexplicable throbbing feeling surged up again, making people at a loss what to do.

With the help of the candlelight in the carriage, Gongsun Zhuoyu scrutinized Du Lingchun's feminine eyebrows, and finally found that there seemed to be some rice cake residue left on the other's lips, he hesitated and said: "Company..."

Before Du Lingchun could react, his face felt hot, and he stuck a palm on his face. His pupils shrank slightly, but he saw Gongsun Zhuoyu leaning over, wiped the corners of his lips with his fingertips twice, and explained: "The company's face is stained with something."

Du Lingchun had no choice but to freeze and wait for him to clean it.

At first Gongsun Zhuoyu just wiped it for him, but seeing that Du Lingchun's lips were bright red and soft, he rubbed them unconsciously for a moment. At the same time, his gaze slid down and landed on a little cinnabar mole on the other party's neck.

"..."

Gongsun Zhuoyu's mouth was inexplicably dry, he couldn't tell whether it was because of desire or something else, he only knew that he had never felt this way towards others. In the dim candlelight of the carriage, he slowly approached Du Lingchun, and his voice suddenly became hoarse: "Company..."

Their shallow breathing intertwined, ambiguous, difficult to distinguish between you and me.

Du Lingchun clenched the blanket under his body, not knowing what he was going to do, other than nervousness.

At this moment, the carriage suddenly bumped heavily, making the person unsteady, and Du Lingchun almost fell out. Gongsun Zhuoyu grabbed his arm subconsciously: "Company, be careful!"

The coachman's panicked voice came from outside: "Sire, there was a pothole on the side of the road just now. The villain didn't see it, so he didn't bump you."

Du Lingchun frowned instinctively and was about to get angry, but thinking of Gongsun Zhuoyu beside him, he somehow endured it. He said coldly: "Look carefully at the road, are your eyes just for display!"

But fortunately, this bump broke the ambiguous and embarrassing atmosphere just now.

Gongsun Zhuoyu comforted Du Lingchun: "Don't be angry, sir."

He only said this sentence, and didn't explain anything for the coachman. Seeing that Du Lingchun was sitting still, he slowly withdrew his hand. Having nothing to do, I simply thought of the case.

If according to Tang Feishuang's statement just now, the people killed by the murderer were all corrupt officials who oppressed the people, then Song Xitang and Leng Wuyan could not meet this condition no matter what. Although they worked under Du Lingchun and had many contacts with officials, their identities were only counselors to the outside world, and many things were done secretly in private, and their reputation outside the world could not be called stinky. .

But Gongsun Zhuoyu compared the piece of paper carefully, and found that it was indeed sent by the murderer, and it cannot be faked.

So what is the reason...

According to Song Xitang, he and Leng Wuyan went to the teahouse to discuss matters with officials from the Ministry of Rituals. While drinking tea, suddenly there was an extra piece of paper on the table, which happened to be pressed under the tray. They picked it up and took a look, only to find that the names of the two of them happened to be there. Their faces turned pale with fright, and they rushed back to the company's mansion immediately.

pressed under the tray...

Then the murderer is likely to pretend to be a buddy and quietly put the paper over when serving tea...

Several people must sit at the same table to discuss matters, with the officials of the Ministry of Rites...

Ok?

Official of the Ministry of Rites? !

Gongsun Zhuoyu didn't know what to think of, suddenly sat up straight with a look of surprise and uncertainty. Seeing this, Du Lingchun also sat up straight, frowning and asked, "What's wrong with you?"

Gongsun Zhuoyu wanted to express his guess, but there was no basis for it at present, so he could only whisper: "I'll talk to the company in detail when I go back to the mansion."

The company's mansion is not far from the imperial city, and it didn't take long to arrive. There are three floors inside and three floors outside, surrounded by first-class masters of Jinglu Division, even archers are ambushing on the ridge of the roof.

Fearing that the murderer would be cunning, Gongsun Zhuoyu deliberately kept Shi Qianqiu in the mansion. He jumped off the carriage, turned around and helped Du Lingchun down, the two of them walked towards the mansion while talking in a low voice.

Gongsun Zhuoyu: "Does the company know who Mr. Song and the others met that day?"

Du Lingchun naturally didn't know: "Probably some people from the Ministry of Rites, but who it is, you have to ask them yourself."

Gongsun Zhuoyu walked into the mansion quickly, seeing no signs of fighting around, guessing that the murderer should not have come yet. Walking through the lengthy Chaoshou corridor, he went straight to the room where Song Xitang and Leng Wuyan lived.

Because it was not clear which of them the murderer was going to kill, he simply let the two of them stay together for centralized protection.

When Gongsun Zhuoyu opened the door, he found that the two of them were not asleep. Leng Wuyan was sitting at the table drinking tea, Song Xitang was holding a knife in his hand, sitting on the edge of the bed tremblingly, his eyes were wide open, obviously he had become a frightened bird.

The author has something to say: Gongsun Zhuoyu: Wow, you two are still alive.

Song Xitang was cold and speechless: ...

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