Rebirth Strategy: Please let me go

On a winding mountain road, a carriage was traveling slowly along with a group of mounted guards.

The sun was setting low, and there was a deep chill all around.

The towering strange peaks and rocks give people a strong sense of oppression. Under the brim of the hat of the horseback guard, a pair of cold eyes are constantly paying attention to the surrounding situation.

If there is any abnormal movement, it will fly up to investigate the situation.

In the carriage ahead, a man was naked from the waist up, with a strong and tight waist wrapped in white gauze around his waist and abdomen. His muscle lines were smooth and perfect, and he seemed to contain infinite strength underneath.

As the carriage jolted, the man held the brocade cloth in one hand and the long sword in the other hand, slowly wiping it. Although the long sword had countless small gaps in the blade, it still had a cold light and terrifying murderous intent.

The entire carriage was enveloped in the smell of blood. The man's face, which was so evil that both men and gods were angry, was gloomy and cold at the moment. He was sitting in the corner, but his powerful and dangerous aura was frightening.

Two years later, looking back now, the boy is no longer as green as before.

The aura exuding from his whole body is no less than that of those powerful figures, and his whole person is more cold and dangerous than two years ago.

If he was a poisonous snake dormant in the dark two years ago, now this poisonous snake has grown up and dares to be exposed in front of others. It can bite your neck and take your life at any time.

Mo Laozhi raised his eyes from the map and looked at the young man in the corner who had grown rapidly in the past two years. His eyes showed respect, but when he saw the injury on the man's abdomen, his face darkened.

"The barbarians are so cunning that they attacked the young master from behind. Huh, even if they peel off the skin and bones, it's hard to get rid of their hatred!"

Gu Qingchen didn't care, it was just a minor injury. There was no injury in the past two years that was not more serious than this.

"How long until we get to Kyoto?" Gu Qingchen said coldly.

Zhang Cai replied: "There are still hundreds of miles to go back to the master."

"Yeah." Gu Qingchen raised the corner of his mouth, obviously in a good mood.

Mr. Mo was a little relieved to see him happy. Although he still complained about Anjia in his heart, he had to admit that Anjia was still useful in many cases.

He almost forgot the last time the person in front of him smiled.

It was rare for Zhang Cai and Zhang Bao to smile. When their young master was around the third lady, he smiled every day. Later, after leaving the third lady, it was difficult for them to see the young master's smile again.

It was as if his smile had stayed in Kyoto with the third lady. In the past two years, his master seemed to have lost all his emotions and desires. His methods were ruthless and cold-blooded. He would only be moved when he received a letter about the third lady. Only this Only then will Zhang Cai feel that his young master is still alive.

"Does the young master have any plans to return to the capital this time?" Mr. Mo asked with an eyebrow. Letters from the palace were sent one after another, and the contents were more and more shocking the more he read them. Mr. Mo was worried that Gu Qingchen still had something. The other plan is that if His Majesty dies, the world will be without a master and there will be chaos.

Gu Qingchen flipped his wrist, and the cold light of the long sword in his hand passed over his eyes, imprinting his black eyes on them. His eyes were as deep as the abyss, saying: "Robbing people."

Mr. Mo: "?"

Who are you trying to rob?

Seeing that he didn't respond, Zhang Cai quickly reminded him in a low voice: "An Jia."

Mr. Mo: "?"

He didn't react for a moment: "The second young lady of the An family is gone, the third young lady is about to get married, the young master is robbing the An family? Who is he robbing?"

Zhang Cai held his forehead and wailed in his heart, Mr. Mo, I see you are usually very smart, why don't you understand this?

Who else can I rob, the third lady?

But Zhang Cai didn't dare to say this.

The temperature inside the carriage dropped sharply, and Mr. Mo finally reacted: "Those three girls from the An family?"

Gu Qingchen was noncommittal.

Now it's Old Mo's turn to have a headache. Isn't that girl going to marry the Sheng family? This is a sure thing, how to grab it?

What's more, in the two years since he left, he has never seen Gu Qingchen pay any attention to that girl from the An family.

Mo Laomu glanced at Zhang Cai and Zhang Bao next to him suspiciously, and saw Zhang Cai and Zhang Bao turning their heads as if they were facing a formidable enemy.

Seeing this, what else didn't he understand? The attention had never stopped, and he was the only one who was kept in the dark?

He blew his beard and snorted coldly, showing displeasure. Zhang Cai and Zhang Bao silently moved their buttocks away from him.

Although they are not to blame for this matter, I can't help but take it out on them.

"If the young master wants to inherit the throne, he will not have the support of the Sheng family. It is not conducive to have a grudge against the Sheng family at this juncture. What's more, the young master is still the adopted son of the An family. How can he do it?" Mr. Mo said seriously.

He originally thought that although his words could not persuade Gu Qingchen, he could make him calm down, but he didn't expect that Gu Qingchen only said four words in reply to him.

"What's the matter?"

Mo Lao's nose was almost crooked with anger. So what's the point?

Sheng Guogong had a profound influence in the court. Sheng Huaian was first the number one scholar and then the imperial edict. Now he has a high reputation in the Hanlin Academy. It can be said that half of the literary people follow him, which shows his weight.

The hatred of seizing his wife is a great shame and humiliation for a man. How can the Sheng family tolerate it?

Such things that mess with ethics will be shameful to the world. When Gu Qingchen takes the throne in the future, how will the world stop talking about it?

Not to mention that he has not yet sat on the throne.

Why not? This impeachment memorial may have to bury the Taiji Palace.

Gu Qingchen slowly inserted the long sword into the scabbard, picked up a piece of clothing and put it on. His sword eyebrows were raised coldly, and his voice was cold and magnetic: "I have been extremely benevolent to the Anjia and Shengjia. It's not that I didn't give them time. He is useless. No wonder I am "

This is simply gangster logic. Mr. Mo now fully understands it. Who doesn't know that the Sheng family has been observing filial piety for three years and can only get married this year?

His young master is taking advantage of this. Mr. Mo is sure that if Sheng Huaian fails to keep his filial piety, his son will never dare to leave Kyoto for two years.

Gu Qingchen closed her eyes and took a nap. She didn't want to talk about it. Mo Lao's hair was about to explode when he saw this, but he couldn't bear to quarrel with him, so he had to get angry on his own, thinking that after returning to Kyoto, he must be persuaded to avoid irreversible consequences. Things.

On the top of the mountain, a burly man wearing a felt hat and tiger skin stared coldly at the people and horses marching on the mountainside.

"Chief, do you want to take action? Brothers are just waiting for your order to take his head." The subordinate behind him said with a cold face.

The burly man looked at the carriage with sinister eyes, and his hand on the scimitar tightened, but he did not give an order to attack.

He has fought against this person several times in the past year. The opponent is obviously different from all the opponents he has met. His moves are fierce and his calculations are superb. When the situation is good, he will not give you a chance to breathe. When the situation is not good, he will get away quickly. He had never seen such a difficult person.

I heard that this man was picked up by the An family from the frontier battlefield. He was able to kill the three Antulu brothers in such a panic a few years ago, which shows how powerful he is.

This person can't be kept, but now that his troops can't do anything to him, it seems that he has to find a way.

"Withdraw." He ordered.

"Chief." His subordinates were very dissatisfied with blocking his way: "How could such a good opportunity be given up like this? It will be even more difficult for others to take action when they return to Kyoto."

Without saying a word, the burly man raised his hand and punched out. The person in front of him who was rebutting fell to the ground, and the flesh on his face was twitching in pain.

"The Khan sent you and me here for something important. This man has interfered with my plans again and again. How can I let him go? It's just that I'm not a fool like Antulu. I asked my subordinates to die in vain. Kyoto With people from my clan, I have my own arrangements.”