Rebirth Strategy: Please let me go

"Brother Huai'an told me his name so easily, aren't you afraid that I have ulterior motives?"

An Jinshu calmed down and laughed out loud. Because she deliberately lowered her voice, her voice was a little thicker, which did not make Sheng Huaian suspicious. She just thought that the other party was young and had not yet changed her voice.

"It's just a taboo. No matter how hard a person tries to hide it, he can still hide it. Young Master, do you think that's right?"

When Sheng Huaian smiles, he always gives people a gentle and gentle feeling like a gentleman. He has always been so gentle and elegant, and it is very comfortable to get along with him.

An Jinshu drank the remaining tea in the cup in one gulp, wiped his mouth and told his family background: "Brother Huai'an is right, I am from Yangzhou, my father is the governor of Yang Yuan, and my brother is the newly promoted hussar general. , I rank third in the family..."

She wanted to say her name, but she was suddenly speechless. She was dressed like this... In this situation, she selfishly didn't want to tell the other party her true identity.

The thoughts of the daughter's family are always difficult to guess and obvious. Her selfishness is like telling a little lie.

"My single name is Jin, An Jin."

Sheng Huaian stared and thought: "An Jin? Could it be that you are the adopted son adopted by the Protector from the frontier?"

An Jinshu's face suddenly turned cloudy, and he looked particularly flustered because he had lied to the other party: "Brother Huai'an said it was my brother."

"That's strange." Sheng Huai'an Junyi had a slightly confused look on his face. He thought he had remembered it wrong and murmured the question in his mind: "The Lord Protector has three children, how come I remember that the third one is the third daughter of the Protectorate? ?”

He looked at An Jinshu suspiciously: "If we go by what Mr. An said, is it possible that everything the outside world knows is wrong? The third-ranked person in the Protectorate is not a young lady, but a young man?"

"This......"

When An Jinshu told lies, he forgot that the other party was a child of an aristocratic family, and he was also the top scholar in this year's new subject. Naturally, he knew all the information about the princes and grandsons of various aristocratic families.

She was so empty-headed that she actually treated the other person like herself. Now she was riding a tiger and was in a dilemma.

Beads of sweat broke out on An Jinshu's anxious forehead, thinking that he could tell the truth otherwise. Just as he took a breath and prepared to explain, he heard the coachman outside let out a long "sigh", and then the carriage stopped.

"Sir, the hospital has arrived." Mo Zhu's voice came from outside. Hearing this, An Jinshu felt relieved and quickly raised his buttocks and walked out.

Seeing him so flustered, Sheng Huaian had a hint of doubt in his eyes, but without thinking much, he pulled out the bamboo curtain from the window and looked out to say goodbye: "Since the hospital has arrived, Sheng will say goodbye."

An Jinshu cupped his fists and saluted: "Sorry, brother Huai'an."

"Since the young master belongs to the An family, there is no need to trouble my young man to make a trip. When he comes to greet you on the day of the banquet, Sheng will send this Jingzhe to Mr. An personally, which saves you the trouble."

"Then I'll bother you, Brother Huai'an. I hope Brother Huai'an won't mind what's going on today."

Sheng Huaian chuckled: "Why should you worry about such a trivial matter? Mr. An, please go and see the injury quickly."

"Brother Huai'an, go slow."

The bamboo curtain drooped, covering the jade-like appearance inside the carriage. The carriage started slowly and soon disappeared from An Jinshu's eyes.

Hong Li came forward with astonishment in her eyes. She was not in the carriage just now, so she didn't know what happened in the carriage. She was just curious about why her young lady suddenly matched the young master's brother.

"Miss, do you know this young master?" Hong Li smiled mischievously.

An Jinshu looked away from the street, stared at her and teased: "Your thoughts are all on your face, be careful of the drool dripping down."

Hong Li chuckled and wiped the corners of his mouth in a decent manner: "Slave, please pay attention. I will not embarrass the young lady."

An Jinshu smiled helplessly and looked at the end of the long street, where there were crowds of people but no familiar cars.

"I am an old acquaintance with this person..." An Jinshu murmured.

"Ah?" Hong Li thought he heard wrongly, and exclaimed with his eyes wide open: "How come you don't know this?"

An Jinshu turned around and gave her a slap on the head, and said angrily: "You have forgotten what happened to me. This person was kind to me in a previous life. This is not the place to talk. I will inform you of the specific matters when I return home." As for you, go ahead and arrange a carriage, and we will go back home first."

She sneaked out of the house and even went to the store to buy clothes. She had to return to the house before she was discovered. If she was discovered, she didn't know whether Gu Qingchen would become suspicious.

The surroundings were bustling, and the inside of the carriage and the outside world seemed like two different worlds. Mo Zhu poured the brewed fragrant tea into the glass tea cup and placed it on the desk with his hands. He saw that his young master was concentrating on writing the remaining scroll and swallowing the words he wanted to ask. In the mouth.

"You can ask whatever you want to ask, and you can't say anything else." Sheng Huaian chuckled lightly, without raising his head when he spoke, as if he had eyes on the back of his head.

Mo Zhu was not surprised. He was accustomed to his young master's ability. He scratched his head and said doubtfully: "Young master seems to have a good impression of that young master. I am just curious, nothing else."

"It's hard to make enemies when you're new here. Mr. An looks very human, so I have to treat him with courtesy."

"Mr. An?" Mo Zhu was stunned, and then asked in surprise: "Is it possible that the young master is the adopted son adopted by General An?"

Mo Zhu will not forget the purpose of their trip to Yangzhou. If they are the people of Anjia, they really cannot offend them.

"Speaking of this..." Sheng Huaian put down his pen and turned to look at Mo Zhu: "The third-ranked lady in the Protectorate is Miss An San? Does she have a younger brother?"

Mo Zhu shook his head and said without hesitation: "General An has a son and two daughters besides the adopted son he recognized immediately. Among them are Mrs. Qu's eldest son, Mr. An Jinran and Miss An Jin Shu'an. The rest are from the aunt's house. The second young lady, An Nian, is an only child and has no siblings."

"That's strange." Sheng Huaian was quite puzzled when he heard this: "Is the news wrong?"

Mo Zhu said firmly: "This is what is recorded in the book and there will be no mistakes."

After saying that, he looked at his young master with some strangeness: "Why do you ask like this?"

Sheng Huaian shook his head, turned around, picked up his pen and said softly: "Nothing, I just have something I don't understand."

Seeing that his son was obsessed with writing, Mozhu did not say anything, and only occasionally filled the empty cup with fragrant tea.

The carriage slowly drove into a busy street, and then stopped at the door of a house. There was no plaque hanging at the door of the house, but from the guards at the door, they knew that this family was either rich or noble.

"Sir, we are here." Mo Zhu reminded softly.

Sheng Huaian hummed softly, then put down his pen and stood up: "Put these words away. I think Mr. An likes it. I will give it to him together with Jingzhe after two days."

Mo Zhu nodded, Sheng Huaian pulled up the curtain and dismounted, dressed in white like a green pine standing on the top of a white-capped snow mountain, his forehead as red as the shining sun in the ninth heaven, elegant and clean, with a faint halo around his body.

As soon as he got off his horse, the guard guarding the door knelt on one knee and bowed respectfully. Sheng Huaian smiled and said, "Get up. Will father come back?"

The guard clasped his fists and replied loudly: "The Duke has returned home at noon."

"I understand." Sheng Huaian dropped these words and entered the house.