Chapter 1380 1380: What could she have done wrong? [Please vote]
Sometimes the sounds in the room were clear, as if the Lord was whispering against his ear, and sometimes they were blurry and chaotic. Luan Xin resisted their intrusion, looking painful and trying 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. Look at the tide, have you listened? I only write from my heart?"
Gu Chi smiled and said: "No, it's just a connection between the two minds."
If the Qiu family sends money to redeem himself, Qiu Cheng will 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 on his own initiative, but by the tacit agreement between the Lord and Gu Wangchao. His guess at Qiu Wenyan's funeral hall many years ago was real!
But Gu Chi was good at reading people's hearts and deceived him.
And even though he knew that Gu Chi was such a scribe, he still ignored many doubts and forced himself to accept a relatively acceptable result. Who can be blamed for all this? Gu Wangchao's scheming, or his own stupidity for easily falling into Mingzhu's trap Weaving a spider web? Obediently becoming a prey? At the beginning, he clearly wanted to endure the revenge 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 surrenders to the Lord before the body, and keeps making excuses for the Lord to hate Gu Wangchao. As long as Gu Wangchao bears all the charges that forced Qiu Wenyan to death, the Lord will be innocent. She is just a benevolent Lord who was deceived by the sycophant.
What could she have done wrong?
If a person is not a sage, who can have no faults?
Those who have made mistakes and 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 - his master was decisive in killing, and he 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 other meritorious ministers did not 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, which 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, and even enjoyed this overly close connection. Luan Xin was confused, confused, and confused. His usual understanding was forcefully broken by his master.
That strong impact enveloped him from head to toe, and the world he saw suddenly turned from chaotic and gloomy to bright and dazzling! He could force his body not to think about her advantages, but he could not stop his soul from being attracted by this color.
Attracting him, he couldn't let 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 searches and searches, just like digging out a carrot with mud. Every time he finds a shortcoming that excites him, it will always bring out something.
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 the husband?"
【What two colors?】
Under Luan Xin's calm surface, there was thunder and lightning.
Seeing that he was determined, the wife also began to doubt her own judgment: "Since there is no distraction, why does the husband often toss and turn?"
You're so happy, you're 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 in many years under Qiu Cheng’s account. At that time, Luan Xin trusted Cao Yu, and his workload was not small, but he didn’t have to do it.
There is no need for him to toss and turn when racking his brains to plan and plan? Since it is 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 her backhand, turned sideways and said: "Don't think too much."
There are no two colors, he was thinking about 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 a treacherous villain who made his own decisions. She was innocent, and she should not have to bear it.
Unwarranted prejudice! Luan Zhengyi, 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 with just one thought.
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!"
"It's you who are ungrateful!"
Every accusation was ultimately directed at himself.
In comparison, even Gu Chi seems less annoying.
【Luan Gongyi, don’t you know it at all?】
A flat thunder exploded beside his ears. Electricity rushed 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 zooming in, and he was shrinking. A huge force knocked out the bug huddled in the corner. He saw the speeding carriage running over his legs, and the piercing pain hurt his limbs.
Hundreds of skeletons.
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 filled with pity: [You beggar, I am afraid you will have nowhere to go after leaving my hospital. You have taken so many good medicines recently... As for me, I am not someone who wants to repay a favor, I just want to
Let me 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 with faded innocence, and then from a high-spirited young man, he fell into the mud. He saw a pot of boiling water being poured down, mercilessly pouring the bloody skin and 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 word!]
The evil ghost said in a playful tone: [It is indeed a good word.]
Qiu Cheng acted as a lobbyist and let the evil ghost relax: [Brother Wenyan opened his mouth, I will naturally give him face. Anyway, he has learned a lesson, and this matter is over. There is just one thing, Brother Wenyan should know that we are
People like this are so taboo about those stains that are unfair and unjust, let alone the stains creeping onto their heads!】
Qiu Cheng affirmed: [This is natural.]
Luan Xin was able to escape: [Nvjun, go back to Luan Mansion. 】
That is not his sister, let alone his home.
Qiu Cheng saw that he was depressed and often visited him. He even offered to give him a place to stay: "Although Qiu has no talent in the world, he has worked hard for several years to earn a good reputation. If you don't dislike justice, you might as well come over.
We are lacking a staff strategist.]
Luan Xin shook his head, fearing that the other party would misunderstand him, and explained that he wanted to travel and relax. Perhaps seeing more would broaden his mind and completely get over this shock. He had a vague hunch that if he could break through the confusion, he would gain a lot.
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Upon hearing this, Qiu Cheng smiled and held his hands in his hands, blessing him and saying: [In this way, 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."
Qiu Cheng 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 Gongyi, you know everything but pretend not to know!] After a long absence, the young and high-spirited Qiu Cheng stood beside him, looking down at his eyes, his tone sounded reproachful and helpless, [Why don't Luan Jun drink his sword and kill himself to prove it?
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 grudges? 】
Luan Xin:【She is not a thief.】
【Or, can you get away 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 was not the one that Luan Xin often wore with his sword belt. It was a sharp long sword with a simple shape and an extremely thin blade.
It was so bright that it reflected 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 there was a faint hint of madness. At this moment, Luan Xin could be sure that the words that the Lord often said were 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 eyes, 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, I 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.
Qiushi." 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 startled by his breath.
"Who's out there?"
A gust of wind came directly towards Luan Xin.
It's not fatal, but it can immobilize people.
When Shen Tang and Gu Chi rushed out, Luan Xin looked at the two people standing on the opposite side, and they 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. Thinking 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 accuse you completely."
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 do you mean when you talk about these gibbering things inexplicably? Do you think you can get away with your life by pretending to be a ghost?
Shen Tang said: "How much did you hear?"
Luan Xin asked: "Why did the Lord insist on killing Qiu Wenyan?"
He finally asked the question and waited for the answer.
Shen Tang was surprised by his title. She looked at the sword in the other person's hand, the broken and fragile look, and the moist eyes that were almost crying. For no reason, she had the illusion that she had let him down. Gu Chi also noticed that, secretly Gave her an elbow.
Transmission into the secret: [Your Majesty?]
Listen, I'm 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 has no doubt about this possibility.
This is what Gong Xiqiu can do.
Your Majesty can let Duke Wen Yan go, but Gong Xi Qiu 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 I don't bother the Lord, can you let Xin do it on his own?"
Shen Tang narrowed his eyes slightly, but did not refuse: "Please."
Luan Xin raised his sword and placed it on the side of his neck. He gave Gu Chi a complex look and gave Shen Tang many looks: "Goodbye, my lord."
After saying this, he recommended committing 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 met 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 and whining. I couldn’t control my hands. It was the first time I realized that my self-control was so poor...