Chapter 13801380: What could she do wrong? 【Ask for monthly ticket】
The sound in the room was sometimes clear, as if the Lord was whispering against his ear, and sometimes it was blurry and chaotic. Luan Xin resisted their invasion, looking pained and wanting to claim his hearing. But they were everywhere, and they persisted in worming their way into the depths of his mind.
Shen Tang joked with Gu Chi: "I originally thought that if I win the bet, I will let you work overtime for ten and a half days in the government office unconditionally, and the monthly salary will be given to me. I never thought that you and I would have the same answer, Wang Chao, have you listened? I only write from my heart?”
Gu Chi smiled and said: "No, it's because the hearts are connected."
Qiu Shi sent money to redeem himself, and Qiu Cheng had to die.
If you don’t want to die, you must die!
Luan Xin almost bit his lower lip to bleed.
It turns out that there is a connection between the two minds. There really is a connection between the two minds.
How could he deceive himself and force himself to blame Gu Chi? Qiu Wenyan was not forced to death by Gu Chi's own initiative at all, but by the tacit agreement between the Lord and Gu Wangchao. His guess at Qiu Wenyan's mourning hall many years ago was true!
But Gu Chi was good at reading people's hearts and deceived him.
And even though he knew that Gu Chi was a scribe, he still ignored many doubts and forced himself to accept a relatively acceptable result. Who can blame all this? Is it because Gu Wangchao is so cunning, or is it because he is so stupid that he easily fell into the spider web woven by the Ming Master? Obediently become prey? At the beginning, he clearly wanted to endure the hatred for several years and look for good opportunities again.
He even said that he would let his lord die because of the scribes' ways of his officials.
He planned to let her die under Qi Yuanliang's murder.
However, he betrayed himself.
The soul surrendered to the Lord before the body, and kept making excuses for the Lord to hate Gu Wangchao. As long as Gu Wangchao took on all the charges that forced Qiu Wenyan to death, the Lord would be innocent. She is just a benevolent lord who was deceived by sycophants.
What could she have done wrong?
People are not sages, how can they have no faults?
Those who have made mistakes are sycophants who are good at making opinions.
The fault lies with Gu Wangchao, not Shen Youli.
Over the years, he firmly believed in this and never thought about the doubts in it - his master was decisive in killing and was familiar with conspiracies and plots. For many years, he had never asked his subordinates to stir up trouble. How could such a master dare to Gu Wangchao? Making your own decisions?
Why was Gu Wangchao not reprimanded for making his own decisions?
It is true that she treated Gu Ren's descendants kindly, allowed Wu Xian to survive and made the reputation of "Tang Di deeply affectionate" among the people, and she did not hesitate to give them knighthoods - a treatment that none of the meritorious ministers could get, but let these two get it - But is the Lord really so merciful that he is so merciful?
Looking at the other opponents, how many of them ended up well?
Her killing skills and decisiveness have not changed in more than ten years.
Will such a Lord be deceived by Gu Wangchao?
Luan Xin still remembered his shock when he first learned about Gu Chi's way of being a scribe. His first reaction was [Shen Youli must not know his way of being a scribe], [This matter may be used as a basis to create a wedge between the monarch and his ministers]—— The Lord will like a minister who is thoughtful and considerate, and enjoys all the other people's thoughts and guesses about him, but he will never tolerate his own thoughts and ideas being exposed in front of the other party's eyes. This is the biggest taboo of a superior!
Once she finds out, Gu Wangchao will definitely die.
Only then did I realize that I had thought too much.
She knew Gu Chi's ability and didn't mind that Gu Chi heard all her thoughts. She even enjoyed this overly close connection. Luan Xin was confused, confused, and puzzled. His consistent understanding was violently broken by the Lord. The strong impact enveloped him from head to toe. The world he saw also changed from chaotic and gloomy to bright and dazzling! He could force his body not to think about her merits, but he couldn't stop his soul from being attracted to this color, let alone make his reason cooperate with his body.
The better she gets, the more flustered Luan Xin becomes.
He can only look for the other person's shortcomings. Perhaps the shortcomings can help him suppress this uncontrollable attraction. He searched and searched, just like digging out a carrot with mud. Every time he found a shortcoming that exhilarated him, it always brought out a bunch of advantages that annoyed him. This abnormal emotional pull repeatedly tormented Luan Xin, which once aroused his wife's suspicion: "Is there something wrong with Mr. Lang?" 】
【What two colors? 】
Under Luan Xin's calm surface there was thunder.
Seeing that he was determined, the wife also began to doubt her own judgment: "If there is no distraction, why does the husband often toss and turn?" 】
You are so happy, you are tossing and turning.
Isn't this thinking about others?
The reason why Madam didn’t guess that Luan Xin’s tossing and turning was because of official matters was because she knew her husband’s ability. He had never been troubled by official matters for many years under Qiu Cheng’s account. At that time, Luan Xin trusted Cao Xin, and his workload was not small, but he didn’t need to. There is no need for him to toss and turn when he is racking his brains to make plans. Since it's not for official business, it can only be for a specific person.
Luan Xin lay back down again, pulled the quilt to her body with his backhand, turned sideways and said: "Don't think too much." 】
There are no two colors, he was thinking about the two masters.
Luan Xin wanted to be loyal to his two masters sincerely.
This idea is really crazy!
But there was another voice in his heart quietly persuading his soul. No, it was not persuasion, it was bewitchment - why was he crazy? Wen Yangong's death had nothing to do with her, it was all the fault of a treacherous villain who made his own decisions. She is innocent, and she should not suffer unwarranted prejudice! Luan Gongyi, you are really wasting your word. You are fair and just to others, but you insist on going your own way and implicating an innocent person?
Yes, he shouldn't be like this.
In an instant, the world is vast.
His body lay on his side on the couch and fell asleep, but his soul was liberated, breaking free from the shackles of morality and following his most primitive instincts.
To this day, he asks himself -
"Is the Lord at fault?"
"She's not wrong."
"Who's wrong?"
"It was you, Luan Gongyi, who was wrong."
"You are deceiving yourself!"
"You are ungrateful!"
Every accusation was ultimately directed at himself.
In comparison, even Gu Chi seemed less annoying.
[Luan Gongyi, don’t you know it at all? 】
A flat thunder exploded beside his ears. Electricity flowed through his body. His hands and feet were numb, but his consciousness was as clear as ever.
He recognized the owner of this voice as Qiu Cheng.
The scenery in front of him changed drastically. The surrounding scenery was enlarging while he was shrinking. A huge force knocked the insect huddled in the corner out. He saw the speeding carriage run over his legs, and the piercing pain left his limbs broken.
The picture flashed, showing an old face.
[Old Fu Medical Center does not support idlers. You can stay here, but you have to work. Once your leg injury is healed, leave as soon as possible. 】
A few more days passed.
The old voice was full of pity: "You beggar, I'm afraid you have nowhere to go after leaving my hospital. You have used so many good medicines recently...I am not a person who wants to repay a favor, I just want to I’ll point you to a good place, will you go? 】
He stepped into Luan Mansion and gained a sister.
My sister brought him my nephew Luan Cheng who was named in his name.
The dark and thin body became taller and thicker day by day. From a child to a teenager, from a boy to a young man whose innocence had faded, and then from a high-spirited young man, he fell into the mud. He saw a pot of scalding boiling water being poured down, mercilessly pouring the bloody flesh until it turned white. .
He forgot how long he had been in hell.
The evil ghost in hell chuckled: [Justice? 】
Li He, who was beside the evil ghost, echoed: [Good words! 】
The evil ghost said in a playful tone: [It is indeed a good word. 】
Qiu Cheng acted as a lobbyist and let the evil spirit relax: [Brother Wenyan said, I will naturally give him face. Anyway, he has learned a lesson, and this matter is over. There's just one thing. Brother Wenyan should know how tabooed people like us are about those unjust and unjust stains, let alone the stains creeping onto our heads! 】
Qiu Cheng said for sure: [This is natural. 】
Luan Xin was able to escape: [Nvjun, go back to Luan Mansion. 】That is not his sister, let alone his home.
Seeing that he was depressed, Qiu Cheng often visited him, and even took the initiative to offer him a place to stay: "Although Qiu has no talent for dealing with the world, he has worked hard for several years to earn a reputation. If you don't dislike justice, you might as well come over. We are in need of an adviser. 】
Luan Xin shook his head, fearing that the other party would misunderstand him, and explained that he wanted to travel and relax, maybe seeing more would open his mind and completely recover from this blow. He had a vague hunch that if he could break through the confusion, he would gain something.
Upon hearing this, Qiu Cheng smiled and held his hands in his hands, blessing him and saying: "With that, I wish Luan Jun long-term literary fortune and look forward to meeting you next time." 】
Luan Xin said in a daze: "Okay, it's settled in one word." 】
Qiucheng gave him a way to survive.
If it weren't for Qiu Cheng, this fate would have been lost that year.
Another thunderstorm brought Luan Xin back from his chaotic thoughts.
[Luan Zhengyi, you know everything but pretend not to know! ] After a long absence, the young and high-spirited Qiu Cheng stood beside him, looking condescendingly into his eyes, his tone sounded reproachful and helpless, [Why don't Luan Jun drink his sword and kill himself to prove his loyalty! 】
Luan Xin lowered his head and said nothing.
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[To this day, can you still be loyal to the thief without any grudge? 】
Luan Xin: [She is not a thief. 】
[Or, can you escape with peace of mind? 】
【cannot. 】
[Or can you avenge me and let her die by killing the lord? 】
Luan Xin's voice trembled: [...can't. 】
【Then you have no way out! 】
As the last word fell, the illusion instantly dissipated and turned into a sword in front of him. This sword is not the one that Luan Xin often wears on his sword belt. It is a long sword with a simple shape and a sharp blade. The blade is extremely thin and shiny, and it can reflect his face.
It is the Lord's sword.
This thought quietly emerged in Luan Xin's chaotic thoughts.
He grasped the hilt with trembling fingers and picked up the sword.
The moment the blade of the sword touched his neck, a small trace of blood was left behind. With just a little force on his wrist, this iron-cutting sword could take him away just like his master took away countless enemies.
For a long time, the sword edge did not move at all.
Instead, Luan Xin lowered his head slightly and laughed.
The laughter was overflowing from his chest little by little, and a hint of madness could be heard. At this moment, Luan Xin could be convinced that what the Lord always said was true. No matter whether he was a literary scholar or a courageous warrior, no one was in his right mind: "Is this show good to watch?"
The anger stained the eyebrows, and there was actually a bit of gloom!
Time that had stopped around me began to flow again.
Inside the house, Shen Tang closed the wooden box with a snap.
"You go to Tangyuan and tell Sepi Laocai... Ah, no, you want to tell Wen Yangong the good news. The Qiu family has sent ransom money. He is free again. I will send someone to escort him back tomorrow. Qiu." Shen Tang's pleasant voice penetrated Luan Xin's ears. The next second, Luan Xin, who had been ignored by the whole world, felt his presence again, and the two people in the room were alerted by his breath.
"Who is outside?"
A gust of wind came straight towards Luan Xin.
It's not fatal, but it can immobilize people.
Shen Tang and Gu Chi rushed out. Luan Xin looked at the two people standing on the opposite side, and the two people looked at him in the same way. Even in the dream, the Lord did not kill him indiscriminately. He just frowned and asked: "Who are you? Why is my sword in your hand?"
"An old minister of Qiu Wenyan's account?" Gu Chi recognized Luan Xin. When he thought of what he and his lord had just planned, Gu Chi became murderous and said, "My lord, this person cannot be kept."
Luan Xin smiled and said: "I didn't completely wrong you."
No matter what the situation is, Gu Chi is the most murderous.
A sycophant is a sycophant, a virtue in and out of dreams.
Gu Chi was a little puzzled by his words.
What does it mean to say these jabbering things inexplicably? Do you think you can get away with your life by pretending to be a ghost?
Shen Tang said: "How much have you heard?"
Luan Xin asked: "Why did the Lord insist on killing Qiu Wenyan?"
He finally asked the question, waiting for the answer.
Shen Tang was surprised by his title. Looking at the sword in the other person's hand, the broken and fragile expression, and the moist eyes that were almost crying, she had the illusion of letting him down for no reason. Gu Chi also noticed it and gave her an elbow secretly.
The voice was transmitted into the secret: [Your Majesty? 】
Listen, I was just calling my lord.
This old minister of Qiu Wenyan actually called the Lord?
Where did you incur the romantic debt?
Shen Tang was speechless, knowing that it was impossible to keep this person alive, but he didn't mind letting the other person understand before he died: "Why do you have to kill him? Firstly, it is to scare the monkeys, otherwise everyone will think that I can step on him. Secondly, It was he who offended Gong Xiqiu.”
Luan Xin guessed the first reason, but didn't know there was a second one. He smiled bitterly and asked, "When did you offend General Gongxi?"
Shen Tang: "Not long ago, in front of the formation."
Luan Xin murmured: "In front of the formation?"
"Here, Sepi Laocai... it's Qiu Wenyan. When he broke through the defense, he cursed in front of the three armies, 'Gong Xichou, I'm killing your ancestors.' Gong Xichou cares most about his ancestral household registration book. I If you don’t kill him, Gong Xiqiu will secretly kill him.”
Luan Xin had no doubt about this possibility.
This is what Gong Xiqiu can do.
Your Majesty can let Duke Wen Yan go, but Gong Xiqiu will not.
He sighed: "That's it."
Shen Tang said to Luan Xin: "I can't keep you."
Seeing the familiar long sword pressed against his neck, Luan Xin's chaotic heart once again regained its tranquility and whispered: "Xin Zhi."
Before Shen Tang started to slit his neck, he made a request.
"If you don't have to do anything, can you let Xin do it by himself?"
Shen Tang narrowed his eyes slightly, but did not refuse: "Please."
Luan Xin raised his sword across the side of his neck and gave Gu Chi and Shen Tang a complicated look: "Goodbye, my lord."
After saying this, he recommended suicide without any hesitation.
As his consciousness was swallowed by darkness, a strong sense of suffocation dragged him into the bottomless abyss. In the void, Luan Xin suddenly opened his eyes, strongly resisting the squeeze of the external force.
"Who do you think you are!" In the void, he suddenly turned around and faced a blurry shadow face to face. He could see a bit of panic from the position of the other person's eyes, "How dare you take my body?"
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It was so painful. I couldn’t help but read Xiaohongshu. I read it for more than ten hours. I couldn’t stop whining. I couldn’t control my hands. It was the first time I realized that my self-control was so poor...