First Lady of the Crown Prince

Chapter 931: The Madman Who Dotes on His Wife (Second Update)

 An Guogong looked at her and said, "Jiaojiao, what's wrong with you? Is there something wrong with this sword?"

 Gong An Guo loved Gu Jiao, and every little expression of hers fell into his eyes.

Gu Jiao didn’t know how to explain it for a moment.

Mr. An Guo knew his precious daughter very well. He would accept soft advice rather than hard advice. He said with a sad look on his face: "Jiaojiao, you must tell daddy if you have anything. Don't hide it, otherwise I will be worried."

 The foster father is also the father.

He had called himself this on his wedding day, and Gu Jiao didn't think much of it.

His tone was so soft that it was almost irresistible.

  But where to start?

While Gu Jiao was considering her words, Xiao Heng and Xuanyuan Qi came over.

As soon as the two entered the room, they noticed something was wrong in the atmosphere.

“Dad, Jiaojiao.” Xiao Heng greeted and asked, “Did something happen? You look weird.”

 An Guogong looked at Gu Jiao, as if waiting for her answer.

Gu Jiao sighed helplessly: "Okay, Manager Zheng, could you please take everyone down first."

 “Okay!” Manager Zheng called the servants out of the room.

Several people sat around the Eight Immortals table. On Gu Jiao's left was An Guogong, on her right was Xuanyuan Qi, and opposite was Xiao Heng.

 “Say it.” An Guozheng said.

“I had a dream.” Gu Jiao told her about her dream of dying by this sword.

"It's just a dream, Jiaojiao doesn't need to take it seriously." An Guogong comforted, and he didn't know whether he was comforting Gu Jiao or himself.

 Xuanyuan Qi's face became solemn, and he remained silent.

 “What else did you dream about?” Xiao Heng asked.

Gu Jiao thought for a while and then said truthfully: "I dreamed that Yan State was at war with Liang State and Jin State. Xuanyuan Army and many people died in the hands of Chu Feipeng and Gongsun Yu."

 She is dead, Jingkong is dead, everyone is dead.

Xiao Heng finally understood why she personally led the Black Wind Cavalry to fight. She wanted to change everyone's fate.

 In fact, she did it.

 She killed Gongsun Yu with her own hands, and she turned the wheel of fate.

 It’s his Jiaojiao...

How lucky is he to marry such a wonderful Jiaojiao?

He felt heartbroken and moved, held her hand, and said softly: "Gongsun Yu is dead, Chu Feipeng has become a cripple, and everything in the dream will never happen again."

 “Yeah.” Gu Jiao nodded.

Xuanyuan Qi suddenly said: "Is that swordsman dead?"

Duke An Guo looked at him and said, "This is just a dream. How come you really believe it?"

 Those dreams about the battlefield, in his opinion, can be understood as tension before the war.

Xiao Heng also glanced at Xuanyuan Qi with some surprise. From Xuanyuan Qi's tone, he seemed to believe that Gu Jiao's dream had a special meaning.

 Xuanyuan Qi…do you know anything?

 Gu Jiao was concentrating on thinking about the sword and had no extra brain power to think about Xuanyuan Qi's reaction.

 She shook her head blankly: "I don't know who the swordsman is, so I'm not sure whether he is dead or not."

　　Many people died in this battle. Maybe the swordsman is dead, maybe not yet.

 Furthermore, the Battle of Pucheng happened nine years earlier than in the dream. In other words, she met the swordsman nine years later. The swordsman might still be a child at this time.

Maybe in nine years, he won't be a swordsman.

They are not all like Gongsun Yu's four subordinates, who have become cancerous early on.

"Sail with caution, you are a thousand-year-old ship." It was about Gu Jiao, and Xuanyuan Qi didn't want to be careless in the slightest. He asked again, "Is that swordsman from Jin? Or is he from Liang?"

 Gu Jiao shook her head: "I don't know either."

 She knew nothing about the other person, she was stabbed through the heart from behind.

If it weren't for the extra perspective brought by the dream, she wouldn't even know what kind of mask the other person is wearing.

“Can you draw that mask?” Xiao Heng asked.

 “I’ll give it a try.” Gu Jiao said.

Xiao Heng went to get a pen and paper. Gu Jiao was not very good at drawing with brushes, so she sketched with charcoal.

 After finishing the painting, I am quite satisfied.

 “That’s pretty much it.”

 She put the painting on the table.

The three of them stared at the fang mask in the painting, unable to imagine its origin.

"There is still this sword." Xuanyuan Qi said, "I will write a letter later and ask the Imperial Master about the origin of the sword."

 An Guogong nodded: "Okay."

Gu Jiao paused and said, "About this sword, I suddenly remembered a person. Maybe you don't need to ask the national master, just ask him!"

 …

After the newlyweds left, An Guogong sat in a wheelchair, turned to look at Xuanyuan Qi who was deep in thought, and expressed his doubts: "You seem to really believe your delicate nightmare."

Xuanyuan Qi said: "She can see in dreams."

 An Guogong was startled.

Xuanyuan Qi said: "She has been rewriting everyone's destiny. Now, it is someone's turn to rewrite hers."

It would be best if the assassin is dead. If he is not dead yet, he will find him personally and kill him!

 …

 The weather in Beijing is hot and dry in June.

　　A pair of masters and servants were walking listlessly on the busy street. Vendors pushing stalls passed by from time to time, almost bumping into them.

 “Be careful! How are you walking!”

The guard in gray stepped aside and blocked his young master with his body.

The vendor who had been scolded by him rolled his eyes and left when he saw that he had a sword on his waist and dared not say anything.

“My lord, lord, how long are we going to stay in Zhaoguo? That monk refuses to explain his life and death. We can’t fight him, we can’t argue, we can’t—”

As the guard in gray was speaking, he felt there was no movement behind him. He turned around and was startled, "Master? Where have you been!"

Mr. Mingyue was put in a sack.

Gu Jiao dragged the small sack into the alley beside her.

Here, the carriage from the Xuanping Marquis Mansion has been waiting for a long time.

Gu Jiao threw the person into the carriage, clapped her hands, jumped up, and sat down next to Xiao Heng.

　　After the battle, she hardly moved her muscles and bones, and Gu Jiao's hands felt a little itchy.

She glanced at the sack on the ground and said very seriously: "I don't think he will confess obediently. We have to torture him to extract a confession."

 “I’ll do it!” said the man in the sack.

 Gu Jiao: “???”

 I haven’t said what I want to ask yet!

Gu Jiao’s raised feet froze in mid-air, feeling particularly aggrieved.

Xiao Heng smiled softly, held her soft hand, gently rubbed her fingertips with his thumb, and whispered: "Go back and make it up to you."

Gu Jiao said: "I want the kind made with soy sauce."

Xiao Heng laughed softly, his eyes like broken stars: "Okay."

Someone in the sack: Hello? Just interrogate me, don't stuff me with dog food!

 Gu Jiao released Young Master Mingyue from the sack.

Mr. Mingyue sat down on the stool next to Xiao Heng, waved the folding fan in his hand, and said, "If you want to ask anything, just ask. I am in a good mood today and will not argue with you."

Gu Jiao looked at Xiao Heng: "He has a tough mouth, can I beat him?"

Mr. Mingyue’s tiger body trembled!

 What a good girl, why do you always want to beat people up!

“Wait a minute, girl, what’s wrong with your face?”

The light inside the carriage was dim, but his eyesight was very good, and he could still clearly see the breathtakingly beautiful face.

 He could hardly look away.

Oh my god, is this girl possessed by a poison? How come she has turned into a great beauty after not seeing her for a month?

Xiao Heng: "Okay, now you can beat me."

Mr. Mingyue: “…!”

　　“No, I won’t do it!”

 He closed his eyes full of desire for life.

 “No.” Gu Jiao said.

"No, you..." He was only halfway through his words when he felt something flying towards him. He instinctively raised his hand to grab it, and it turned out to be a sword.

 The familiar touch shocked his heart. He suddenly opened his eyes and looked down at the long sword in his hand.

In order to let him see more clearly, Gu Jiao lit the oil lamp on the small table.

His reaction was clearly seen by Gu Jiao. Gu Jiao basically had an idea in her mind, but she still asked for confirmation: "Is this the sword you are looking for?"

"Yes, it is it." Master Mingyue did not hide or deny it. He stroked the hilt of the sword in disbelief. Due to being too nervous and excited, his arms and fingertips were trembling slightly.

 “It is indeed in your hands…”

 Gu Jiao did not explain that she only got it today: "What is the origin of this sword? Don't lie, I'm afraid you won't be able to get out of the carriage alive."

Ming Yue Gongzi's eyes flashed with cold light, and the murderous aura around him burst out instantly. However, it only took a moment before he groaned and covered his heart.

 The murderous aura has also dissipated.

 “Are you injured?” Gu Jiao asked.

"No, it's not an injury." As for what it was, he didn't want to say more. He turned to the two of them and said, "I'll tell you its origin. Can you give it back to me? It's not free. You give me a price. ."

  He said still.

Xiao Heng said calmly: "You tell us first. If we are satisfied with what you say, we will then consider whether to agree to your conditions."

Gu Jiao nodded: "Yes, that's it!"

A trace of confusion appeared in Young Master Mingyue's eyes. Logically, he could not reveal his identity, but in order to get back the sword, he had no choice but to betray his promise.

 He said resignedly: "It is my master's sword."

Xiao Heng asked: "Who is your master?"

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