On the Thousand Postures Reconstructed by the Scumbags

This mansion is only the place where Du Lingchun lived temporarily, but it is also beautiful and magnificent. The maid led the way, passed through the winding corridors, and finally stopped in front of a room, and gently opened the door: My lord, please.

Gongsun Zhuoyu entered the room with Du Lingchun on his back, and carefully put him on the bed. Although the latter was drunk, he didn't do anything violent. He was just half-drunk and half-awake with his eyes closed and breathing heavily.

The servant girl knelt down and said, My lord, wait a moment, this servant girl is going to bring some hangover soup.

After speaking, he glanced at Gongsun Zhuoyu, thinking that Du Sigong valued this person very much, and it would be fine to stay here, so he quietly retreated out, closing the door behind him.

Gongsun Zhuoyu marveled at the extravagance of this room. The desks and chairs in the bookstore should all be high-quality red sandalwood, the low couch is covered with white fox blankets, and the antique vases on the multi-treasure shelf are worth tens of thousands of dollars, and they are quite old.

I'm jealous.

Jealousy.

happy

Gongsun Zhuoyu sat on the edge of the bed and rubbed his hands with a smile, thinking that if he followed Du Lingchun in the future, the other party would not treat him badly, right? What's more, the other party helped him no matter what in his previous life, and the two of them worked hand in hand... Ah bah, the perfect match really couldn't be more suitable.

Du Lingchun lay on the couch with his eyes closed, his eyelashes trembling, casting a shadow under his eyes, which made his skin white as cream. The siblings are more or less alike, and just by looking at his appearance, one can guess why the rumored concubine was favored.

Gongsun Zhuoyu originally wanted to cover Du Lingchun with a quilt, but unexpectedly, his gaze swept across his neck, like a ghost, he touched a little cinnabar mole under the other party's Adam's apple, and his fingertips fell on it. On top, rub lightly.

Like a drop of congealed blood, falling on the white snow, the red is bright and dazzling.

Gongsun Zhuoyu thought to himself, fate is really a wonderful thing. In the last life, he was close to death and could not see it, but in this life, he happened to meet again. Zheng Wu was lost in thought, when he suddenly heard the sound of small footsteps outside, he withdrew his hand like a guilty conscience.

The servant girl brought two bowls of hangover soup, put them gently on the table, looked at Gongsun Zhuoyu, hesitated to speak: Master Gongsun...

Gongsun Zhuoyu came to his senses: You put it here, I'll feed it.

The maid smiled and seemed to be apologetic: My lord, this servant has never seen the company get drunk, and this is the first time.

After speaking, he bent his knees lightly and backed out.

Gongsun Zhuoyu didn't drink alcohol, so naturally he didn't need to drink sober soup. He picked up one of the bowls and wanted to feed Du Lingchun to drink, but the other party turned his head in resistance, raised his hand and knocked over the bowl, and the hot soup spilled all over his body.

With a sound of clang, the bowl fell to the ground.

Gongsun Zhuoyu maintained the posture just now, blinked, stared at the wet marks on Du Lingchun's neckline, and fell into deep thought: ...

what to do?

This can't be blamed on him, it was Du Lingchun who overturned it himself.

To put it bluntly, hangover soup is a soup made from kudzu root, white cardamom and other messy medicinal materials. It is black and black, sour, hot, and sticky.

Gongsun Zhuoyu glanced left and right, and wanted to ask the maids to come in and change Du Lingchun's clothes, but thinking that they dare not even touch them, he simply found a set of clean underwear from the closet.

He turned his head, untied Du Lingchun's belt in embarrassment, and took off Du Lingchun's coat with a rustle. Taking a casual glance, it was so white that it dazzled the eye, and I didn't dare to look at it more closely.

Du Lingchun is a eunuch...

Eunuchs, they definitely don't want to be touched by others.

So Gongsun Zhuoyu only planned to change his coat. However, I don't know if it was because he was too nervous, so he moved a little harder, and his wrist was suddenly grabbed by someone like lightning, and then there was a gloomy warning voice next to his ear: Don't touch me!

Gongsun Zhuoyu was frightened and immediately raised his hand to show his innocence: I didn't touch it!

He looked at Du Lingchun at a loss, and was about to explain something, but found that the other party was not awake at all, and the sentence just now was just a drunk dream.

...

Seeing this, Gongsun Zhuoyu heaved a sigh of relief, patted his forehead, and cursed himself for being too timid. Just about to continue changing his clothes, Du Lingchun suddenly trembled in horror, his brows were furrowed, and his body was covered in cold sweat, as if he had fallen into some kind of terrible nightmare and couldn't extricate himself from it.

He tightly grasped Gongsun Zhuoyu's hand, the back of his hand was stretched with blue veins, and he murmured something indistinctly.

It was the first time for Gongsun Zhuoyu to see Du Sigong, who was so powerful in the government and the public, look like this. He glanced at his hand, but didn't pull it back. Leaning close to Du Lingchun's lips, he wanted to hear what the other party was saying.

do not……

The voice was tense with fear.

Do not touch me……

With a hint of resentment and unwilling pleading.

Being eunuched at a young age was probably the nightmare of Du Lingchun's life. Even if he became an extremely human minister later, he still has a grudge. He was short of breath, curled up unconsciously, his white silk shirt was crumpled into a ball, his fingertips were about to sink into Gongsun Zhuoyu's flesh.

Gongsun Zhuoyu was slow to understand why he did this, and did not continue with the previous action. Just pulled the brocade quilt aside, wrapped Du Lingchun up, echoing what he said just now: Okay, I won't touch you.

Gongsun Zhuoyu was in imperial prison back then, and he was afraid of palace punishment, not to mention that Du Lingchun was only a child when he was purified, so it is a nightmare that cannot be shaken off.

The villains are not without karma, perhaps God sent punishment early on before this road started. Du Lingchun's body is full of wealth and splendor, and the price has been paid.

Seeing that Du Lingchun was still trembling, Gongsun Zhuoyu wrapped him tightly with the quilt, and patted him twice like coaxing a child. Then he brushed away the sweaty black hair, only to see that his complexion was pale, his lips pale, fragile as paper, only two slender eyebrows flew into his temples, showing a bit of gloomy cruelty.

At first glance, it is not a kind of kindness, and it is bound to be scheming.

But it doesn't matter, Gongsun Zhuoyu shrugged, anyway, he himself is not a good person.

He stayed in the room until midnight, and when Du Lingchun really fell asleep, he quietly took out his hand and left. There were four bruises on his wrist, which showed how much the other party had just gripped. tight.

But Gongsun Zhuoyu forgot one thing, he took off Du Lingchun's clothes, and before he had time to put on new ones for him, he patted his ass and left.

At the climax of the moon, everyone in the government office was asleep. Gongsun Zhuoyu yawned, got into bed with him, and fell asleep not long after. But I had a young and emotional, ambiguous and charming dream.

In the dream, he embraced a body and couldn't see his face clearly.

Slender, fair-skinned, with a light agarwood fragrance, like a poppy, it makes people feel happy.

Gongsun Zhuoyu's face was a little hot, and he instinctively avoided it, but the other party kept pestering him. The long ink-colored hair poured down like satin, slightly cool to the touch, and as soft as a snake. A low smile in his ear.

Gongsun Zhuoyu seemed to be bewitched, and kissed the other party uncontrollably. Five fingers shuttled slowly between the black hair, and then looked down, lingering back and forth between the other party's fair neck, and finally kissed a red mole on it lightly.

Bright red like blood, breathtaking.

Gongsun Zhuoyu faintly felt that something was a little strange, but his rationality had already left home. He rubbed the bright red cinnabar mole on his neck repeatedly with his fingertips, as if he heard a low muffled moan from the other's lips, soft and sighing.

The volcano was silent, and finally erupted unexpectedly, and it was like the sea calmed down suddenly and returned to the wind and sunshine.

Gongsun Zhuoyu took a breath, trying to see the man's face clearly, but a pair of narrow and long eyes suddenly appeared in his mind, very familiar, it was Du Lingchun. A string broke, and he sat up from the bed in shock.

Damn!

Gongsun Zhuoyu's eyes widened, his chest heaved and heaved, his breath was short of breath, he never imagined that he would dream of Du Lingchun. He touched it with his hand, sweating all over his head, and subconsciously looked around, only to see that it was already dawn.

He was stunned for a moment, he lifted the quilt, and slowly wanted to get up, but he didn't know what he found, he looked down at his trousers, and quickly sat back down.

Gongsun Zhuoyu's face blushed, and at this moment there were only two bright characters in his mind——

shame!

Everyone in the family knew that they, the magistrate of the county, would never get up until the sun was up. But today, when the maid went to the kitchen to serve breakfast, she rarely saw Gongsun Zhuoyu get up, squatting beside the well, washing clothes, sneaking around like a thief.

The servant girl suspected that she had identified the wrong person, so she turned around, stepped forward, and called out tentatively: My lord?

Gongsun Zhuoyu immediately turned around alertly: Who!

The servant girl was startled: My lord, what are you doing here?

After finishing speaking, he saw clothes soaked in the basin and piled up on the ground to be concealed, so he hurriedly stepped forward to stop him: My lord, how can you do such a rough job as washing clothes? You should leave it to the servants. Let's wash.

Gongsun Zhuoyu immediately protected the water basin when he heard the words: No need, I just have nothing to do today, exercise my muscles and bones, you go to your own business.

The servant girl thought to herself that even if Gongsun Zhuoyu exercises his muscles and bones, he should practice sword in the yard, so why did he come here to wash clothes. Although he felt strange, he didn't dare to ask any more questions, so he could only retract his hand, and walked away step by step.

She may think that Gongsun Zhuoyu is sick.

Gongsun Zhuoyu ignored her, hid in a secluded corner with a basin in hand, and continued squatting to wash. While washing, I couldn't help thinking about what happened yesterday, thinking that it was because Du Lingchun looked too much like a woman, so I had that stupid dream?

Gongsun Zhuoyu is a careerist, and occasionally likes to look at beautiful girls. However, in this era, men and women are heavily guarded and can't do much. Although the women in the brothel are bold and unrestrained, Gongsun Zhuoyu doesn't dare to come here indiscriminately. In case of any kind of fireworks disease, there is no cure in ancient times.

He was so engrossed that he didn't notice a figure approaching, until the footsteps approached, he subconsciously raised his head, and then jumped up from the ground as if his butt was on fire: Mother... You, you... why are you here!

The old lady was leaning on a cane, and in her hand was a shiny black prayer bead hanging on a plate. Her eyesight was impaired, and she couldn't see what Gongsun Zhuoyu was washing. When she heard the movement, she asked, Is it Zhuoyu?

Gongsun Zhuoyu stammered: Mother... yes it is me.

The old lady keenly heard the guilty conscience in his voice, and asked, What are you doing?

Gongsun Zhuoyu kicked the water basin away from his feet calmly: Mother, I didn't do anything, why did you come out alone, and there is no maid to support you?

The old woman gently fiddled with the prayer beads in her hand: Tomorrow is your father's death day, I asked the servant girl to bring the folded joss paper money, so I won't be with you.

Gongsun Zhuoyu thought about it carefully, and found that tomorrow seemed to be the anniversary of his father's death, so he patted his head: Tomorrow, I will have the carriage ready, and we will go to offer incense to my father together.

The old lady didn't say a word, she used her cane to probe the ground calmly, and finally touched the edge of the tub, which was soaked with clothes: What is this?

Gongsun Zhuoyu was startled: Your Majesty! Don't move, these are dirty clothes.

The old lady was even more puzzled: Are you washing clothes here?

Gongsun Zhuoyu held the basin away, and said: As a parent and official, my child should not be greedy for pleasure, some things should be done by myself, not to mention that the mansion is not enough, so I wash it myself.

The old woman smiled, not knowing whether she believed it or not: It's not like what you can say, then you should wash it well, mother went to the Buddhist hall to recite scriptures.

Gongsun Zhuoyu breathed a sigh of relief, his back was so tense that he was sweating all over: Mother, it's inconvenient for you to be alone, I'll find a maid to help you.

After speaking, he yelled to the courtyard: Lai Niang...ah no, come quickly, and send the old lady back to the Buddhist hall.

Gongsun Zhuoyu rubbed the trousers clean with twists and turns, then hung them up to dry. I originally wanted to go back to the house and sleep again, but I have no sleepiness at all. He slowly remembered that today Du Lingchun seemed to be escorting the rebels back to the capital, so he should send them off, so they prepared their horses and carts and went to the Bieyuan yesterday, but who would have thought of pounced on him? null.

Your Excellency is a step late, said the maid who stayed in the other garden to watch the house, the company has already left with a large group of people this morning, and it is estimated that at this time, they have already left the river. State boundaries.

Gongsun Zhuoyu wondered why he left just like that, he raised the door curtain, stared at the servant girl and asked, Did the company leave anything?

What about promoting him? What about taking him to the capital as an official? Just leave?

Big scumbag!

The servant girl blushed a little when he saw it, covered her face with her sleeve and shook her head: I didn't leave a single word.

But it didn't say that Du Lingchun woke up from the house this morning, for some reason, lost his temper, and his sullen face was quite frightening. All the decorative vases in the house should have been smashed clean, and several servants were punished.

The people in the mansion were silent like cicadas, and their courage was almost broken. Fortunately, the maid Zhihe explained that Gongsun Zhuoyu had been by her side last night, so she managed to suppress the company's anger, otherwise many people would lose their lives.

Gongsun Zhuoyu shook the folding fan in his hand, feeling infinitely melancholy. The mouth of the company, a deceitful ghost, was drunk yesterday and vowed to let him enter the cabinet, and he will rise to the top. It's just one night, and he slipped away faster than anyone else.

Forget it, I still blame myself for being too naive.

Gongsun Zhuoyu put down the curtain, tapped on the car door with a folding fan, and said to Shi Qianqiu, Great Master, come back.

Shi Qianqiu raised his horsewhip and whipped it, looked back curiously, but saw Gongsun Zhuoyu leaning inside, looking sluggish and aggrieved, he couldn't help laughing: My lord What are you doing, it looks like someone is being bullied.

Gongsun Zhuoyu heaved a long sigh, and only said five words: It's not kind to meet people.

I thought it was a bright future, but I didn't expect it to be really bright now.

#杜陵春大 Scumbag#

Shi Qianqiu has gotten used to him talking all day long, and while driving back in the carriage, he said: My lord, why should you act like a little girl? What's wrong with a man? Can't see it.

Gongsun Zhuoyu looked sad: You don't understand.

Shi Qianqiu: ...

They drove all the way back to Fuya, just as Gongsun Zhuoyu got off the carriage, suddenly there was a rush of horseshoes not far away. He looked subconsciously, but saw a man in black with a sword galloping towards him, pulled the rein for the last time, and stopped in front of him.

It was Du Lingchun's personal bodyguard Wu Yue.

He rode on the horse, reined in and said, Master Gongsun, my master has something to bring you.

Gongsun Zhuoyu raised his head subconsciously: What are you talking about?

Wu Yue said in a deep voice: The crane is born in Jiugao, and the phoenix lives in the phoenix tree. Lord Gongsun has chosen a good branch, so he can't change it. When we meet again in the future, we will be at the feet of the Son of Heaven, so make preparations earlier.

After speaking, he threw a brocade box into his arms, clamped the horse's belly hard, and galloped away, disappearing in an instant.

Gongsun Zhuoyu caught the box reflexively, and then waved the dust in front of him with his sleeve, thinking, See you someday, I will be at the feet of the emperor, does it mean that Du Lingchun will promote himself to Beijing? !

He lowered his head to look at the brocade box in his bosom, opened it, and saw that it was a waist card made of black black iron with a huge character Du engraved on it, which belonged to Du Lingchun. Personal badge.

Shi Qianqiu watched from the side, afraid that there was a hidden weapon in the box: My lord, what is this?

Gongsun Zhuoyu held the waist card and pointedly said: If you can walk sideways in Beijing with this thing, it is naturally a good thing.

#Du Sigong Peerless Good Man#

#Do not accept rebuttal#

And five miles away from the outskirts of the city, a group of people and horses were advancing rapidly. Wu Yue caught up with the large group of troops all the way, and then whispered to the people sitting in the carriage: Report to the company, the words have brought arrive.

The curtain was lifted by a slender hand, revealing Du Lingchun's feminine face, with a slightly gloomy expression——

Most likely it was because of a temper tantrum early in the morning.

Du Lingchun was expressionless: Did he say anything?

Wu Yue: ...

It seemed that Wu Yue rode away without waiting for Gongsun Zhuoyu to speak. He lowered his head, tightened his grip on the rein, and said dryly, Master Gongsun is very happy to see it.

Du Lingchun sneered, and lowered the curtain heavily: He is happy.

Du Lingchun thought of his disheveled appearance when he got up early in the morning, and his heart was still filled with unexplainable anger. In addition to anger, there is anxiety and panic. He wasn't sure what Gongsun Zhuoyu did or saw yesterday.

He only remembered that someone hugged him through the quilt and stayed there for a long, long time...

The team drove too fast, and Jiangzhou City was left far behind, gradually turning into a small black spot, only the yellow flowers blooming on the side of the road. Du Lingchun raised the curtain, looked outside, lowered his eyes thoughtfully.

Gongsun Zhuoyu, we will see you soon...

The dead are like husbands, never giving up day and night. Mr. Gongsun has passed away for many years, and everything around him is changing, but he is always buried in the ground, competing with the changes brought about by death and time.

Mr. Gongsun was poor all his life, so the place where his bones are buried is naturally not a good place with good geomantic omen, so he just chose a higher place on the barren hill and set up a A decent stele.

The mountain road is rugged, and the carriage cannot go up the mountain when it reaches the foot of the mountain, so it can only walk down. The old lady had a bad leg, but she didn't let Gongsun Zhuoyu carry it on her back, so she walked on her own with a cane. Shi Qianqiu followed behind, holding a bundle, which contained incense candles and other things.

He also came to worship Lord Gongsun.

Gongsun Zhuoyu supported the old lady, seeing her stumbling, couldn't help but said: Mother, I'll carry you on my back.

The old lady shook her head: Mother has poor eyesight, and this is the only time every year I can visit your father. Don't worry, walk slowly.

Gongsun Zhuoyu thought that she was always bored in the Buddhist hall, and usually didn't have much time to go out, so she should relax, so she agreed. Gossip all the way.

The old lady asked, Are there fields all around?

Gongsun Zhuoyu took a look: There are all at the foot of the mountain, but not many on the mountain.

Although the old lady has eye problems, she has kind eyes: I hope that the common people will have a good harvest this year. Ordinary people only want food and clothing, and they are the most contented.

There are many gravels on the road, and when you walk to the back, it gradually becomes flat. The old lady seemed to be aware of it, and suddenly asked: Zhuoyu, is your father's tomb coming soon?

Gongsun Zhuoyu wondered how the old lady knew, and looked at the tombstone in front of her eyes: Mother, are your eyes okay?

The old lady shook her head: Mother's eyes have been blind all the time, how can it be better, but although her eyes are blind, her heart is not blind.

While speaking, we have reached the grave.

She groped and reached out her hand to touch the cold stone tablet, then slid all the way down, skipped the word Gongsun, continued to fall, and finally stopped on the word Lian Jing, she cherished it Touched for a moment.

Gongsun Lianjing, this is the name of the elder, and what he has done in his life deserves this name.

The old lady sighed: Zhuoyu, are there any weeds beside the tombstone?

Gongsun Zhuoyu looked around and said, Mother, no.

The old lady didn't say anything else, she knelt down on the futon, inserted three sticks of incense into the ashes-filled stove, bowed twice, and said: Zhuoyu has recently passed away, and I heard from the servant girl that two major cases have been solved. I will also be loved by the people just like my husband.

Gongsun Zhuoyu didn't care much about the phrase loved by the people. After he died, he would definitely not be wronged and crouched in this dilapidated ravine like his father. Remember this man.

Before Bao Zheng died, he said that those who have stolen stolen goods from officials and officials of later generations shall not be released to their families, and shall not be buried in big tombs after death. If you don't follow my will, you are not my descendants. Therefore, there is a saying that unworthy descendants are not allowed to enter the tomb.

Fortunately, Mrs. Gongsun did not leave such words, otherwise Gongsun Zhuoyu would not be buried in the ancestral grave after death.

The old lady hadn't heard Gongsun Zhuoyu's words for a long time, she looked into the distance, and said thoughtfully: Zhuoyu, although your father was discouraged by the officialdom, he never regretted the way he walked when he died. You are very smart, but mother I don't know what path you will take...

Gongsun Zhuoyu stepped forward attentively: Naturally, the name will be left in history, and I will live up to my mother's expectations.

Name? The old lady gently twisted the rosary in her hand, You are different from your father. What you seek is fame on paper, but what your father seeks is peace of mind. The former only has books, but the latter lives in people's hearts. ...

As she spoke, she touched the cold stone tablet: People still remember your father...

The mountain is remote and overgrown with weeds, but the area around the cemetery is clean without any weeds. The censer was full of ashes, indicating that people often worshiped, and even their way up the mountain became smoother the closer they got to the cemetery.

Someone in this world will die eventually, 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 didn't know that everything was remembered and survived in another way.

He asked for a name on paper, but what his father kept was his posthumous name.

Gongsun Zhuoyu obviously also noticed the clue, looked around, wanted to refute, but couldn't find anything to say, so he could only purse his lips and remain silent.

Shi Qianqiu burned white candle paper money, knelt down in front of the tombstone, clasped his fists, and saluted like a Jianghu:

Adults live through the ages.

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 eyes, and maybe he also began to hesitate about his future path.

But he seeks advantages and avoids disadvantages, loves leisure and hates work, so it is bound to be impossible for him to be a good official. When the east family lost its cow and the west family lost its dog, he could still try his best to help, but if some cases involved powerful people, he would be powerless.

Gongsun Zhuoyu is a selfish person. Sometimes when disasters strike, he only chooses himself and does not care about others. He lacks the self-sacrificing demeanor, 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 figure it out, a capital transfer order from the official department knocked him dizzy.

Your Majesty has an order to order Sun Zhuoyu, the county magistrate of Jiangzhou, to go to the capital immediately and assist the Ministry of Criminal Justice to solve the case!

This is a serial murder case involving important officials in the court...

The author has something to say: Gongsun Zhuoyu (not confused for a moment): I am coming to the capital, rush!

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