Rebirth Strategy: Please let me go

The night is deep, the sound of running water is gurgling, and the early morning of March in Yangchun is even more chilly.

The entire Anfu was shrouded in cold air, and the camellias in the courtyard were in full bloom.

The Yanyu Pavilion on the lake in the backyard has a unique appearance, with flying corner eaves and a mahogany-carved flying crane standing on the top of the pavilion, spreading its wings and ready to fly.

The octagonal pavilion is surrounded by white gauze, and among the overlapping layers, only the figures of people moving inside can be vaguely seen through the moonlight.

The spring atmosphere in the pavilion is more prosperous with the garden vegetation.

The woman's coquettish voice is like a hook, making the listener's face turn red and his blood surge.

Along with the woman's moans, there was a male voice, entwining the woman's low moans in a very charming way.

But I saw that her black hair was like a waterfall, hanging down all over the ground. The snow-white catkins covered the eyelids of the person on her body, and she blew gently against the thin red lips.

There was love in her eyes, the person in front of her was her sweetheart, but the feelings in her heart were as bitter as poison.

The man ignored her actions, and the soft flesh on the woman's waist had already been bruised by his pinching, but he still did not let go, and finally shook her off.

Before An Jinshu could recover from the afterglow of passion, a big hand was placed around his neck, and he squeezed tightly, living up to the gentleness of the previous moment.

"Poison woman!"

The man roared, his eyes red.

But An Jinshu, who was being strangled by the neck, smiled seductively, showing no fear of the big hand on his neck.

She looked at the person on her body with affectionate eyes, gently moved her fingers on the other person's chest, gently opened her red lips and whispered with a warm smile: "Brother, why bother to hold on? This Gu allows you and me to be connected... "

After speaking, An Jinshu smiled more and more charmingly: "Aren't you happy, brother?"

"you……"

Before Gu Qingchen finished speaking, he felt an itching sensation on his back, and the changes in his body made his face turn as black as coal.

The person under her gave a sweet laugh, and took the opportunity to remove the big hand from her neck with her slender hands. Then she pushed with both hands, and the man who was pressing her was pushed over the fox fur.

She clung to him weakly and bonelessly, like a vixen in the mountains who specializes in seizing men's energy.

"A good night is too short, brother, don't waste it..."

The hibiscus warms the tent, the moonlight serves as a candle, and the charming sounds in the pavilion last for a long, long time...

Later, An Jinshu often recalled that night in the dark dungeon. Even after so many years, she still remembered the bone-gnawing lingering feeling and the trembling pleasure.

Unfortunately, the price of getting all that was too high, and she couldn't afford it.

Because of her wishful thinking, the entire An family was buried with her selfishness.

How could she have imagined that when she bewitched that man and had an affair with him, she would have thought that he had a distinguished status? Those so-called shelters were just a way for people in the dark to protect him, and how could she have thought that the position of the Lord of the World was already in his possession.

The transformation from a poor adopted son to the master of the world caused not only the government and the public to be in turmoil, but An Jinshu was also horrified.

In the past, she had peeked at his appearance and longed for his body, and her insults and lashings had become the catalyst for An's family's downfall.

She once forced him to submit between the bed and the bed, exploited his weaknesses to make him unable to resist, trampled on his dignity as a man and made him ashamed of the world.

When he captured An Jia at night, his blood-soaked eyes were filled with an infinite coldness, like a hellish Shura standing in the flickering light of the fire, looking at her quietly.

She had her arm twisted by the black armored guard and was escorted to him. An Jinshu saw the joy in his eyes, the joy of having a great revenge and killing his enemy. He hated her to death.

He cut her to pieces, it was her fault and she suffered.

But she never understood why he didn't even let go of her family. Her father was also his father, and her mother was also his. They had never treated him badly. She didn't understand why he did that.

It wasn't until Wen Heng came later that he came with Gu Qingchen's oral instructions to clear up her doubts.

He said that her father had killed tens of thousands of innocent people in order to win the war at the frontier.

He said that her father and brother had done nothing during the more than ten years at the frontier, and it violated the people's trust in them. He said that the foundation of their family was based on human bones and blood...

He said she deserved to die in Anjia!

An Jinshu's heart became bloody and painful from reading these cold and biting words.

She knew that these were nothing more than excuses made by Gu Qingchen to punish the An family, and to justify the destruction of the An family.

He just wanted to return the humiliation she had inflicted on him to her with a thousand times more pain, so that she could also taste the heartbreaking pain.

She regretted it so much that she couldn't sleep at night, her hair was all white. When her family was exiled, she wished she could break off her arms, break free of the chains, escape, and die for them.

But she can't do it...

Once she got angry and hurt someone, Gu Qingchen sent someone to feed her cartilage powder. She was dizzy and depressed all day long because of the cartilage powder, and she couldn't escape even if her arms were broken.

Her relatives were exiled because of her, and the An family perished because of her, but she could only linger in the dungeon.

One year, two years...

Not seeing the light of day, covered in dirt.

She didn't know what she was insisting on, maybe she was unwilling to do so, maybe she was angry with that person, it didn't matter, there was always one reason why she persisted for two years.

That person has been coming more and more frequently in recent days. In the past few months, he came once, but in the past month, he has come two or three times.

The cartilage powder has been stopped for four or five days, but her body has lost energy and is getting weaker. An Jinshu feels that her time is running out.

A ray of light fell from the top of her head, and the person who had her head lowered slowly raised her head. As she moved, a series of rattling sounds sounded like the movements of a rotten wood, but the sound did not come from a rotten wood, but from her neck.

Another round of sunrise...

An Jinshu slowly lowered his neck, hiding his eyes and cheeks.

It has been two years, and she is about to be freed.

"Crench."

The wooden door was pushed open, and a burst of footsteps came. An Jinshu didn't even raise her eyelids. She had heard these sounds countless days and nights, but today's footsteps seemed to be more hurried than before.

The footsteps soon stopped and stopped in front of An Jinshu.

She raised her eyes to look at the person coming, and asked him in a hoarse voice with a hint of chuckle, "Where is he?"

Wen Heng said nothing with a cold face. The next moment another footsteps came, and An Jinshu saw that familiar bright yellow color.

"You're here." An Jinshu smiled, as if he had expected it.

"You want to see me?" the other party asked, his voice as cold as the snow in the twelfth lunar month.

"Last night I dreamed about the night I had fun with my brother. After such a long time, I really miss it."

With a hoarse voice, she scratched the painful area of ​​the person in front of her, as if this was the only way to make her feel better.

As she expected, Wen Heng's knife was already placed on her neck as soon as she finished speaking.

The figure in the darkness shook, and then walked out of the darkness.

What kind of face is that?

An Jinshu couldn't describe it. The person in front of him was a heavenly immortal, as bright as the bright moon. He was astonished as a heavenly being, which was rare in the world.

But this man has a very cold heart and never belongs to her.

"You want to die so much?"

Gu Qingchen glanced sideways at the person in the prison, saw through her thoughts at a glance, and stepped forward with a sneer.

"You want to die, but I don't want you to die."

An Jinshu's pupils suddenly widened, and then he smiled bitterly.

"No, this poisonous woman bit her tongue and committed suicide!"

Wen Heng was shocked, looking at the blood overflowing from the corner of An Jinshu's mouth, he stepped forward and pinched her chin. The moment her lips and teeth opened, the blood spurted out and instantly dyed An Jinshu's neck red.

Gu Qingchen did not move. It should be said that he never frowned from the beginning to the end. He looked at the people on the ground as if he was looking at an unrelated dead person.

An Jinshu fell to the ground and saw his expression through her hair. With her tongue cut off, she could only pull out a twisted and weird smile.

"Gu Qingchen, you are a heartless, cold-blooded animal. I am indeed the one who made the mistake, but the fault is never mine alone. You could have pushed me away and knocked me out, but you didn't. You put all the blame on me. How could you? I once had a painful conscience, but unfortunately I understood it too late and regretted it. If I could do it all over again, I would never like you again."

She vomited blood every time she spoke, and her voice was hoarse and unclear, but when it fell on the ears of the person in front of her, the words were clear and sonorous.

Gu Qingchen stared at her without saying anything. He was as calm as ever, not like a human being.

"Since she wants to die, let her do it."

A long knife entered from the abdomen. Before An Jinshu closed his eyes, he only heard his unruffled but extremely mocking voice.

"When the perpetrator becomes the victim, it is a big joke in the world."

These words were as cold as a sharp blade and struck directly into An Jinshu's soul. The last trace of light in her empty and dull eyes disappeared. A beam of light suddenly opened. Her grandmother and mother who died in exile were staring at her worriedly in front of her eyes. Hot tears rolled down from the corners of his eyes and glowed white.

"Mother, grandma, Yanyan hurts so much. Yanyan misses you so much."

Outside the dungeon, there was white snow, and a carriage came from a distance. Gu Qingchen raised her head and looked at the sky, as if she was recalling something with sadness in her eyes.

Suddenly a cloak was put on the shoulders, it was Wen Heng

Gu Qingchen withdrew her thoughts and watched the luxurious sedan turn around and walk in the opposite direction. Wen Heng didn't know why he called him, but he didn't say a word and walked further and further away in silence.

"I will be your sister from now on, and I will take care of you..."

The memory was brought back to that early snow, and the girl's gentle voice sounded in my ears as if it was yesterday.

Time is a double-edged sword. When you think you are freed, in fact it never lets anyone go...