On the Thousand Postures Reconstructed by the Scumbags

Du Lingchun went all the way to a high position, if he said his hands were clean, it would be a lie, if he said there was no Yin Division behind his back, it would be a lie. And all these secret things that can't be seen are all hidden in the study, and they are not allowed to trespass at leisure.

Wu Yue thought that Gongsun Zhuoyu had left, so he knocked on the door openly and went in, but he didn't expect him to be knocking on the window here, so he pulled him up with a little force, and at the same time turned to Du Ling through the window. Chun pleaded guilty: This subordinate deserves to die.

Seeing this, Du Lingchun paused, a large ink blot appeared on the tip of the pen, and then he put down the pen: No problem, let him in.

Wu Yue glanced at him, and then let go of Gongsun Zhuoyu.

Gongsun Zhuoyu straightened his wrinkled collar, and when he passed by Wu Yue, he gave him a middle finger, and then opened the door and walked 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 already midnight at this time, when Du Lingchun saw Gongsun Zhuoyu coming in, he put the ledger aside, then lazily leaned back on the chair, put his hand on his chin and said, Master Gongsun doesn't sleep in the middle of the night, why do you do it instead? A sneaky act like climbing a window?

There is no such yin and yang aura as in the daytime, only half-smile jokes.

Gongsun Zhuoyu touched the tip of his nose, and also felt that he was a bit abrupt, so he glanced at the bookshelf behind Du Lingchun: It's really not right to bother you late at night, I just want to ask the company to borrow some money. book.

Du Lingchun is obviously not a person who likes to read, and those things behind are just decorations. Hearing this, he raised his eyebrows slightly: What book?

Gongsun Zhuoyu: Miscellaneous Poetry Collection.

Great, haven't heard or read it.

Du Lingchun stared at him, thinking that this man came here in the middle of the night to borrow a broken book: Find it yourself.

This is not difficult at all, the books on the bookshelves are placed in a regular order, such as Six Art Briefs, Philosophy Briefs, Poem Briefs, Military Book Briefs, Mathematics Briefs, and Fang Skills Briefs. Just follow along to find the past.

While searching, Gongsun Zhuoyu talked to Du Lingchun: When I rushed to the Baifu today, I was still a step too late. My tongue was wrung out and I died at your home.

Du Lingchun hummed, and he heard the report from Xuan Yiwei who went with him.

Gongsun Zhuoyu said: When Master chased him out, he fought with the murderer. The other party was a young man who was injured on his right arm. If the company sends people to search the whole city tomorrow, it is impossible to find the murderer. .”

In ancient times when science and technology were underdeveloped, the best way to find things was by human search.

Du Lingchun wondered why Gongsun Zhuoyu was so sure that he would listen to him, but he said: It's not difficult, please ask Your Majesty tomorrow, and call the imperial army to search from house to house.

Gongsun Zhuoyu thought to himself that this method is still too stupid, there is only a 50% chance of catching people. While speaking, his eyes suddenly passed over a row of bookshelves, and as if he had discovered something, he took it out and saw that it was Miscellaneous Poems.

Daye's books don't have page numbers, so they can only be turned backwards one by one. Gongsun Zhuoyu flipped through a few pages, and finally found out the corresponding verses, and compared them with the ones sent by the murderer. The printed font and layout were the same, and they were all surrounded by thin columns on both sides.

Du Lingchun raised his eyelids: What did you find?

Gongsun Zhuoyu explained: The poems sent by the murderer are all torn from a book of Miscellaneous Poems. It might be a clue as to which book store has the new product of Miscellaneous Poetry Collection.

Apart from erotic pictures, the best sellers in bookstores are short story books. Usually, few people buy such collections of miscellaneous poems. Just ask, the boss may still have an impression of them.

After Gongsun Zhuoyu finished speaking, he looked at the desk inadvertently, but saw a piece of paper on it, which had something written on it: Is the company practicing calligraphy?

It is a memorial to the emperor.

Du Lingchun's handwriting is average, not ugly, but not pretty either. He casually threw the half-written memorial aside: It's written in vain.

Gongsun Zhuoyu smiled: The writing is beautiful.

Du Lingchun paused when he heard the words. To be honest, if Gongsun Zhuoyu's tone was not sincere, he would feel that the other party was mocking him: Where does it look good?

Gongsun Zhuoyu approached attentively: Everywhere is beautiful.

Hearing this, Du Lingchun couldn't help curling his lips, but was forced down by him again. Looking at the Mountains, Rivers, Sun and Moon Picture hanging on the opposite wall, he said frankly, It's not as good as yours.

Gongsun Zhuoyu has been a man for two lifetimes, and he has a better foundation in calligraphy than others. Not to mention reaching the pinnacle, but it is enough to crush most people. When he heard Du Lingchun boasting about himself, he narrowed his smiling eyes: Then I teach the company?

Du Lingchun glanced at him, wondering how to teach calligraphy. But Gongsun Zhuoyu seemed to see through his thoughts, took a piece of rice paper from the corner of the table, spread it on the table, picked up a pen and dipped it in ink, thought for a moment, and wrote the three characters Du Lingchun.

Gongsun Zhuoyu's teaching method is quite simple and rude: The company can just follow the instructions.

Du Lingchun: ...

Gongsun Zhuoyu, that bastard.

The rice paper was spread flat on the table, and the three characters Du Lingchun took up nearly half of the area, and the thick black ink was weakened by a third of the coldness under the yellowish candlelight. Du Lingchun hesitated to draw a pen, and then, under the watchful eyes of the people beside him, he drew a line on the paper...

Too heavy.

Gongsun Zhuoyuqing

Gently squeezed his wrist, then lifted it up, and said in a low voice: Be gentle.

If he didn't touch it, Du Lingchun's hands would go numb when he touched it, and his strokes would be crooked and slanted. It's really worse than a three-year-old child's writing.

Du Lingchun felt ashamed, crumpled the paper into a ball and threw it into a corner: Stop practicing!

Gongsun Zhuoyu thought to practice well, why not 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 will teach it again.

After he finished speaking, he dipped the brush in the ink, glanced at Du Lingchun, then hesitantly put the pen into the other's hand, covered the back of his hand, and slowly clenched it.

Gongsun Zhuoyu said: Strength lies in the tip of the pen, not in the hand.

After he finished speaking, he pulled Du Lingchun's hand down across the paper, but because his sight was blocked, he could only stand a little closer, with his shoulder touching Du Lingchun's back. Looking from the front, he looked like It's like hugging him whole.

Du Lingchun's full attention was no longer on the paper, he could even feel Gongsun Zhuoyu's warm breath pouring on his ears, even the tips of his ears were slightly warm, and he tilted his head unconsciously.

Company, read the words with your eyes.

Gongsun Zhuoyu used the other hand to gently straighten his head, and then it fell on his shoulder. The fingertips stayed for a moment, then slowly slid down, and finally landed on Du Lingchun's waist. between.

...

Sensing his movements, Du Lingchun looked down, not knowing what he was thinking. I just feel that my right hand is no longer under my control, but numb and stiffly being drawn by the other party, and strokes are made on the paper.

When the first word Du was written, Gongsun Zhuoyu gently rested his chin on Du Lingchun's shoulder.

When the second word Ling was finished, Gongsun Zhuoyu's hand on his waist was slowly tightened, and it fell to the point.

The third word for spring is almost exhausted, and they have already formed an ambiguous posture, the kind that even jumping into the Yellow River can't wash it away.

...

Du Lingchun's mind was blank, his heart was beating wildly, his palms were sweating involuntarily, and he could barely hold the pen.

Company...

Gongsun Zhuoyu made a low voice behind him, stopped moving, did not write any more, and quietly maintained that posture. His nostrils were filled with the faint scent of sinking water from Du Lingchun's body, which was very familiar, even though it was the first time they got so close.

Du Lingchun clenched his fingertips unconsciously, a little afraid of what Gongsun Zhuoyu would do, but he couldn't tell whether it was fear or expectation. I just felt that the hand around my waist was getting tighter and tighter, and my back was just touching the opponent's hot chest.

Du Lingchun was originally born with indistinguishable sex, but now under the flickering candlelight, his eyebrows flew into his temples, and he looked more and more feminine.

Gongsun Zhuoyu used to hate eunuchs the most. He thought they were all sissies, and they liked to hide their knives behind their smiles and stab people in the back. But for some reason, Du Lingchun finds it pleasing to the eye wherever he looks.

The writing brush fell on the paper at some point, soaked a large ink mark, and finally rolled to the corner with a sound, but no one took care of it.

Gongsun Zhuoyu wondered if he should find something to say, maintained that posture, and said in a low voice: It's already midnight, is the company in the study at this time every day?

Just like what Shi Qianqiu judged at the beginning, a person like Du Lingchun, with a sword hanging over his head every day, is afraid of tossing and turning, and can't sleep at night. Hearing this, he hummed vaguely, his throat a little tight.

Gongsun Zhuoyu said: You should go to bed early, staying up late is not good for your health.

He clasped Du Lingchun's hand tightly, couldn't help rubbing it lightly, and then relaxed his grip and let it go: If the company is free in the future, just come to me, under my bed Although he is not talented, he can teach the company how to practice calligraphy.

Du Lingchun remembered what Wu Yue had stopped him just now, he paused and said: In the future, you can come whenever you want, I will give you an order, and no one will stop you.

It seemed that this study room was really just an ordinary study room, with no hidden secrets, and he was allowed to come and go freely.

Gongsun Zhuoyu naturally understood what he meant, she was a little happy in her heart, and responded in a low voice: I will come when the company is here, and I will not come when the company is not here.

This sentence sounds ambiguous and sentimental, and it can make people's ears red in an instant.

Du Lingchun hesitated, but his mind was still blank, not knowing what to say.

Gongsun Zhuoyu didn't want to disturb his rest, so he stayed for a while, and then reluctantly let go of his hand: Then the company should rest early, I'll go back to my room first, see you tomorrow.

Du Lingchun pursed his lips: Got it.

He probably also wanted to say something to Gongsun Zhuoyu to rest early, but the words stuck in his throat, so he 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 door being opened, looked up, and saw Gongsun Zhuoyu coming out of the study.

Gongsun Zhuoyu also spotted Wu Yue and greeted him: Wu guard.

Wu Yue nodded: Master Gongsun.

Gongsun Zhuoyu raised his middle finger at him: You are the flower picker!

His mind is still as small as ever. After saying this, regardless of Wu Yue's dazed expression, he patted his sleeves, turned around and went back to his room to sleep.

Gongsun Zhuoyu is only waiting for Ming

At dawn, he went to find the whereabouts of the murderer, but he didn't expect that when he woke up, he suddenly heard a shocking news——

Tang Feishuang 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!

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