Grandpa is such a bunny

No one will know what the dead are thinking. If you want to find out the secrets behind more than 700 incisions and more than 700 red beans from that cold corpse, you can only pry it out from your talking mouth, such as , the living.

"Gao Chenfeng's wife, Zhang Yinxiang, is pregnant, and now I suspect that the child is not Gao Chenfeng's at all."

Xiao Er brought Su Zhai, which broke the weird atmosphere in the house. Tubo said while filling the rice porridge and handing it over, "The Zhang family's attitude towards Gao Chenfeng's death is elusive, but one thing is certain, they and his His death cannot be separated, so this case cannot be handed over to Zhang Dingcheng for investigation, otherwise not only the dead Gao Chenfeng will be wronged, but Lao Du will also be implicated."

The meals they ordered were all refreshing vegetables, but obviously neither of them had much appetite. Tubo pretended nothing had happened. Qian Fan looked at each other - he stared blankly at himself for an unknown amount of time.

Tubo subconsciously curled his lips into a smile, his flamboyant sword-shaped eyebrows crossed into his temples, and his dark eyes seemed to have fallen stars. He was often out of tune and didn't look good at people, but occasionally when his eyes fell on people, he was extraordinarily focused and affectionate.

Being looked at by him like this, an elusive expression flashed across Qianfan's face, he staggered his gaze, looked at the shadow of the candlelight on the ground, "Okay... If you have to go and investigate, the poor monk will not stop the benefactor, but the imperial capital is in danger No more than Luo An, the benefactor must be careful when traveling. In this case... the poor monk will advise His Majesty to re-appoint the presiding judge."

Tu Bo originally wanted him to persuade the emperor to release Du Yun and let them investigate, but after thinking about it, Qian Fan is neither an official nor a minister, so it is not good for him to participate in this matter, and it would be too embarrassing for him to speak out I had no choice but to suppress my thoughts, "Eat quickly."

"Yeah." Qian Fan rubbed the beads with his fingers, lowered his head and finished the rice porridge silently.

As the night was getting dark, he wanted to leave, but he was stopped when he reached the door, and was stopped by the movement behind him.

Tubo didn't go over to hug him and grab him, but just took off the bed and spread a quilt on the floor, "It's late at night, don't go, just make do with it."

After speaking, he turned over and sat on the quilt, with a slight expression and raised his head.

With his hand still on the doorknob, Qian Fan turned his head to look at the man, and from his calm face, he could see the meaning of 'you go, don't come back when you leave'.

He knocked on the door with his fingers, lowered his eyes, the pale veins stretched out on the back of his hands, and finally, he curled up his fingers a little bit, and stayed.

In the past, Qian Fan was very willing to stay by his side, but what happened tonight seriously exceeded the range he could accept—his blood was boiling, his throat was dry, and all the sensations in his body ran to his hands , on his lips.

His hands touched the firm and flexible muscles, and his lips tasted the warm red tip of his tongue.

The blankness in his mind at that time seems to have all escaped now. This person's temperature, this person's softness, this person's thinness, everything about this person is dangling in front of Qian Fan's eyes, making him restless, and even the person who has been indifferent for many years There was a faint restlessness in desire, which made his lower abdomen tense, and the blood rushed down.

He didn't dare to look at this suave young man again.

But he didn't want to reject Tubo, so he nodded in agreement.

The night is as gentle as water, the moonlight is reflected on the window, and the colorful tree shadows sway with the wind.

Is it the wind, or the trees?

He was sleepless all night.

It's a heartbeat.

Qian Fan looked sideways at the sleeping person under the bed, closed his eyes, and silently recited the Qingxin formula all night.

The next day, just before dawn, Qian Fan finished his morning class before Tubo woke up, and stood by the window with his hands behind his back, overlooking the mist curling up on the Yonghuai River and the rising sun.

"The scenery is good." Tubo walked behind him, grabbed his hair twice, and leaned lazily aside, his eyes, which were not fully awake, were half-opened, and two rays of light shot out from under his thin eyelids, like a knife. She scraped over Qian Fan's body, as if she wanted to find a trace of last night from him, "Woke up so early, didn't sleep well last night?"

Qian Fan just glanced at him, and hastily looked back as if he was on fire. He took a deep breath, turned his head again, but didn't look at him, and stretched out his hand to grab the open neckline of Tubo's chest, helping him Fasten it, "The benefactor...the benefactor dress well, you will catch a cold."

Tubo curled the corner of his lower lip, looked down at his slender wrist fluttering in front of his chest, and said in a low voice, "I don't behave like this in front of others."

Those well-proportioned fingers paused, and Qian Fan felt all the nerves in his body rushing towards his hands. When his fingertips touched the soft front, he trembled accidentally, touching a piece of smooth texture.

Qian Fan retreated to the other side of the room almost instantly, clasped his hands together, lowered his eyebrows and closed his eyes, his chest heaved up and down, "I... Amitabha, the poor monk left first." He turned around and paused, "The benefactor remembers what he said last night. , act...don’t be careful when acting.”

After finishing speaking, he turned around, and his back almost hurriedly left the room.

The room was quiet for a while, and a gust of fresh morning breeze came in from the open window, causing Tubamo's hair to hang loosely on his shoulders. He leaned against the wall with his arms around his chest and looked at the closed door, and shook his head with his lips hooked. sigh.

He couldn't help touching him, and wanted to be touched by him.

He held his empty hand, took out Mo Wang's book from his pocket, opened it, and added a few strokes on it.

The morning wind flowed into his lungs along with his breath, and Qian Fan ran wildly and stopped under an ancient pine tree that was uninhabited in front of the imperial palace. went back.

He clasped his hands together and kept reciting the Zen scriptures silently, but when he closed his eyes, he played back the young man's thin waist, honey-colored skin, deep pupils, and thin lips...

An unbearable pain gathered between the handsome brows.

The mist dissipated, the sun rose, and the colorful sunlight sprinkled the ground from the shadows of the trees. The people under the trees dragged their green clothes on the ground and stood there for a long time, until thin sweat rolled from the corners of their foreheads. Full of pinch marks.

He looked down, covered his face expressionlessly with his wide sleeves, and walked towards the palace.

The royal city of the imperial capital is full of red walls and cornices, full of dignity.

Qian Fan changed into a monk's robe and followed the father-in-law who led the way to the Rifo Hall.

"Your Majesty has been waiting for you for a long time."

"it is good."

Qian Fan lifted the hem of his clothes and stepped into the hall.

The hall was surrounded by Buddha smoke. The emperor of Dajing Kingdom was wearing robes and holding scriptures. When he saw him, he hurriedly stepped forward.

The emperor of Dajing Kingdom was obsessed with Buddhism, and he often invited monks to the palace to give lectures. Since Qian Fan entered the palace, the emperor respected him very much, treated him as a guest of honor, and treated him with great courtesy.

Qian Fan took the scripture and explained it to him in a low voice.

The guest room in Dali Temple was dark and damp, and the door was strictly guarded by the imperial guards. After living there for two days, Du Yun finally admitted that he was locked in a small dark room.

He lay at the door and looked out through the gap, "Hey, brother, haven't you eaten yet?"

The guards guarded the gate with cold eyes, twitching the corners of their eyes, cursing this strange thing in their hearts, the people who come here are either high-ranking officials who have committed corruption and crimes, crying for His Majesty's life, or the sons and daughters of princes who committed crimes are more defiant and arrogant than the other.Only Du Yun, lying on the crack of the door every day, chatting nonsense with the guards of the imperial army, talking nonsense, eating and eating more actively and happily than anyone else, for fear that others will not know that he is in prison.

"How much is the brother's monthly salary? Have you got a wife? My lord sees that you are not young, and you are quite handsome, and the little ladies in Luo'an City are also good-looking. When I go out, I will tell you a matchmaker." Du Yun estimated in his previous life. He was a chatterbox, and the touch of his upper and lower lips was a show. After he finished speaking, the guards guarding the gate didn't say a word, and there was a sneer from the side.

Zhang Dingcheng stood not far away, disdain spreading from the wrinkles on his face, "Master Du is kind-hearted and fat."

Seeing him, Du Yun blinked through the crack of the door, "It's okay, people always look forward. Master Zhang, it's not necessary to do this when we meet for the first time."

Zhang Dingcheng smiled slightly, "I have a deep impression on Master Du, the number one scholar bestowed by His Majesty..."

Du Yun smiled and said nothing, waiting for his next sentence.

"Now it is reduced to this end."

The smile on Du Yun's face suddenly disappeared, "Master Zhang, as an official, you need to be careful with your words. I am afraid that Master Zhang can't decide what will happen to me with just a few words."

Zhang Dingcheng looked at him contemptuously through a door and window, "This is the end of the matter, and Chen Feng's body is not yet cold, what else can Master Du explain?"

"Did you give me a chance to explain? You never asked me a word, how do you know I have nothing to explain?"

By now, Du Yun could see that Zhang Dingcheng was putting Gao Chenfeng's death on him. The beetle's son-in-law died suddenly in a foreign land with no evidence, his daughter was widowed, and his grandson lost his father. As the one who was bitten, Du Yun couldn't be in a very happy mood, and he was quite wronged.

"Okay, then I will give you a chance to explain." Zhang Dingcheng said, "The night Chen Feng disappeared, Master Du lived next door, why didn't you hear anything?"

Because he was very drunk.Du Yun thought to himself, cursing a few words about drinking is wrong, and he will never drink again...well, not so much.

"I wrote in a letter that day that Mr. Gao disappeared. One of the reasons may be that he was kidnapped and killed by Jianghu killers. Their whereabouts are secretive and they come and go like the wind. , isn’t it very easy. Second, the biggest possibility is that he went out by himself. Although the reason is unknown, it is obvious that he finally took advantage of the murderer’s intention.”

Zhang Dingcheng probably knew what he was going to say, so he sneered, "Killer in the Jianghu? The source of the two copies of Chen Feng's life purchase letter in the evidence provided by Mr. Du is unknown. How can it be proved that Chen Feng provoked someone from the Jianghu? Chen Feng is bitter in the cold window Read, a scholar, and now he is an official of the imperial court, how can he get involved with people in the Jianghu? The second thing you said is even more of a joke. Chen Feng has never been to Luo'an, and he is not familiar with the place where he lives. What do you think he will do for it? Going out in the middle of the night? It's just ridiculous."

"This requires Mr. Zhang to investigate." Du Yun glanced at his lips.

"Heh, now that I've come to this point, the old man will ask Mr. Du again, where did your so-called 'book of life' come from?"

Du Yun was a little annoyed, impatient with his illogical questioning, so he sped up his speech, "That's because the murderer dropped orders for more than one assassination organization. When we found out Mr. Gao was missing, we happened to catch him in the room. The killer who came later, and the evidence found from him."

Zhang Dingcheng smiled, the wrinkles on his face piled up, showing the pride of catching prey from the corners of his eyes, he adjusted his neckline slowly, stroked the embroidery pattern of the crane on his waist, "Master Du, the old man asked about another 'buy Where did the Book of Fate come from."

After he finished speaking, the expression on Du Yun's face disappeared, leaving only a blank space.

The second life-buying book is from Tubo.

If he said it, wouldn't he have confessed the identity of the beast and dragged him into the quagmire as well.

Du Yun regretted it at the beginning. He had noticed this thing when he was writing the memorial and obituary. At that time, he was afraid that if someone asked about the source of the second life book, it would be difficult to explain. The evidence in their hands was that he couldn't hide it even if he wanted to, so he had to tell the truth and wrote it in the memorial.

Du Yun, who claims to be eloquent, fell silent. Zhang Dingcheng thought it was in his favor, and continued to press, "Master Du, where did this thing come from? It can't be true as Eunuch Yun said. It was provided by a friend from the world that Master Du knew." That's right, Mr. Du and Jianghu assassins are so close, and he blamed Chen Feng's death on Jianghu people, it's inevitable that I won't let this old man think too much."

Du Yun, "Master Gao's death has nothing to do with this official. I have no grievances or enmities with him, and I have no motive."

Zhang Dingcheng achieved his intention, shook his sleeves, and smiled meaningfully, "No one said that Master Du did Chen Feng's death."

The narrow gap in the door makes the people outside slender, excluding other disturbing scenery, every move of the person appearing in the gap is very clear, and the light leaked from the gap reflects into Du Yun's pupils, turning into a dot Focusing on his eyes, Du Yun suddenly raised his voice, "Lord Gao was killed in Luo'an City because he provoked people who shouldn't be provoked in the imperial capital!"

Zhang Dingcheng's back paused.

Du Yun continued, "There is a piece of paper on his body, which he wrote in a hurry before going out. The whereabouts of the scrap of paper are unknown now. Either the murderer took it away, or the person he went to see took it away. Of course, it cannot be ruled out. The murderer was exactly the person he wanted to see, which is one of the suspicious points in this case."

"The second doubt is that there are 730 wounds on his body and 730 red beans in his stomach, so this number is not a coincidence, it is a mark left on his body by the murderer on purpose! If the murderer pays so much attention, he can't wait to leave this number on the body. , It shows that this number makes the murderer groan with hatred, tortures him with unbearable pain, and makes him unforgettable and unforgettable for the rest of his life."

"This number may be more than 730 encounters, it may be a 730-character poem, or it may be 730 tokens of love."

Du Yun's gaze fixed on the person outside the room through the narrow crack of the door, and a gleam flashed across his eyes, "And the most likely is more than 730 days and nights!"

He slowed down his speech, and his voice came out from the cracks of the prison in a neither humble nor haughty manner, lingering under the bright red eaves, "Master Zhang, Gao Chenfeng came to the extremely prosperous imperial capital from the savage country, there happened to be two years."

Zhang Dingcheng turned around with shock on his face.

Du Yun stood in a dark room, with a bright blue sky and a bright moon. He was dressed in a dignified body, standing with his hands behind his back, showing the magnificence of the number one scholar who was full of turmoil back then.

As night fell over the imperial capital, the incense burner in the Buddha Hall was replaced with a third stick of sandalwood incense.

The emperor lay on the couch, reviewing the memorial in a wan mood.

"How lucky is Mr. Kai, so he set up the Golden Terrace 1. Talents are hard to find, and the family and country are hard to be safe."

Qian Fan finished speaking the scriptures, turned his head to look at the green smoke, heard the emperor's sigh, and said, "There are no geniuses in the world, and they are left in the grass. Your Majesty, there are many talents among the people."

The emperor smiled and said, "Naturally, so the imperial court holds imperial examinations every year, isn't it just to give the world's scholars a way out."

Qian Fan paused in his hand, put the bright red Buddhist beads on his wrist, thought for a while, and said, "It's a gift for your majesty to seek talents and thirst for talent, and Mr. Gao will thank your majesty for his kindness when he is alive."

The emperor put down the memorial, raised his eyelids, and let out a long cry, "You mean Gao Chenfeng." He frowned, "The thief is really audacious, if you don't get rid of him, what's the court's face? The murderer will be caught in a few days."

The evening wind blew up outside Chengxiang Hall, shaking the ancient trees in the courtyard, Qian Fan nodded, looking thoughtfully at the Buddhist beads on his wrist.

Seeing that he stopped talking, the emperor just raised his handsome brows, leaned over his body, and said curiously, "Zen Master has something to say, and I don't need to hide it."

Qian Fan stood up and removed the ashes from the incense altar, hesitated for a moment, then turned around and said, "Does your Majesty know about Venerable Bodhisattva?"

The emperor had read a lot of Buddhist scriptures and Zen words, and he knew the people of Buddhism very well. After a little thought, he said, "Bodhisattva is the first god and Buddha who was beaten into the gate of Wusheng."

"Your Majesty knows what mistake Venerable Bodhisattva has committed?"

Emperor, "The crime of killing Buddha." After he finished speaking, when he remembered something, his gaze at Qianfan became darker, and he lowered his head and straightened his sleeves, "To avenge his disciples, His Holiness Bodhisattva bloodbathed 72 heavens. , killing thousands of Buddhas. Zen Master means that he is afraid that Zhang Aiqing will do the same, for the sake of his son-in-law, Gao Chenfeng, to kill him?"

It is impossible to kill, but it is very possible to be angry with the innocent when investigating the case with hatred in one's heart. Qian Fan did not answer the emperor's words, but slowly moved the Buddha beads, and said in a warm voice, "Your Majesty, everyone has seven emotions and six desires."

With lust comes impulsiveness, recklessness, resentment, and loss of reason.

The emperor looked at him for a moment, then pondered, "What Zen master said is reasonable, and Zhang Aiqing is also a victim, so she should avoid suspicion. Then who does Zen master think should handle this case?"

Qian Fan lowered his eyes and narrowed his eyes, and clicked to stop, "The affairs of the country are decided by His Majesty."

Hearing what he said, the emperor laughed easily. He was very satisfied with Qianfan's restraint and prudence in his words and deeds. He leaned back on the couch and pinched the center of his eyebrows, "Let me think about it, who will deal with it?" Well... the state affairs are heavy, and I am tired."

Qian Fan got up and said, Your Majesty, take care, and exited the ceremony hall.

It was already dusk outside the main hall, and the sunset glow slowly sank into the pitch-black sea of ​​stars like a gorgeous ribbon.

The high-walled inner courtyard of the Dajing Kingdom's palace, carved galleries and painted buildings, is magnificent and dignified. Standing in the Buddhist Hall and looking into the distance, you can see the roofs of the imperial capital like mountains, and the fish are row upon row. You can have a panoramic view of the sea of ​​lights and the sea of ​​people in the distance. After watching for a long time, it is inevitable that there will be an ambition in my heart to control the world in my hands.

Qian Fan stood quietly for a while, then turned and disappeared into the darkness.

He didn't go too far, but stopped in the Buddhist hall prepared for him by the emperor. The evening wind blew into the hall, blowing up his green robe, and the corners of his robe fluttered like a blue butterfly.

A black figure quietly appeared behind him, knelt down on one knee, "Zen Master."

With his back turned to him, Qian Fan looked up at the Buddha statue in front of the altar, "Tell the adults to recommend Du Yun to His Majesty as the presiding judge of this case tomorrow morning."

"Yes."

The black shadow responded, and when he looked up, he saw Qian Fan was still staring deeply at the Buddha statue, and was about to retreat, but he stopped him again.

Qian Fan looked down at the Buddhist beads on his wrist, and rubbed his fingertips against the Buddhist heart Zen words engraved on it. Every scripture flowed into his blood through his fingers, and finally met at the heart and lungs, branding a pure and pious "My Buddha" mercy'.

He clenched the beads tightly, sighed invisibly, turned around and handed a handkerchief with writing on it to Heiying, "This is the address of Master Tu, find a few people to protect him secretly, and show up to help him when necessary. "

Hei Ying froze for a moment, then said solemnly, "Yes."