Rebirth Strategy: Please let me go

He said he would sit with Gu Yao and burn incense. When he finally came out of Prince Duan's Mansion, the sun was setting and it was already Shenshi.

Ah Li didn't make any movement, so she thought it was effective. She got on the carriage and headed to Qingfeng Hall, ready to confirm something with Mr. Mo.

When they walked to the alley at the corner of Qingfeng Hall, An Jinshu opened the curtain to get some air. The moment she opened the curtain, she saw a figure walking out of the door of Qingfeng Hall, and then headed in the opposite direction to them.

The sky was getting dark, so she didn't see too clearly, but the figure looked familiar, so she squinted and looked at it for a while. As the figure disappeared at the end of the street, she also withdrew her sight. Why did the figure look so similar? Day and night?

But she was not familiar with Hei Zhou, so how could Hei Zhou walk through the door openly if he was a secret guard, so she laughed at herself. She had always been suspicious recently and looked at everyone with suspicion.

The carriage stopped, and An Jinshu got out of the carriage with the help of Hong Li. The little medicine boy from Qingfeng Hall let out a cry after seeing her, turned around and rushed back to the house. Following his back, An Jinshu saw him running towards the backyard. .

"Are we so scary?" Hong Li was stunned.

An Jinshu smiled slightly: "It seems that we are not very popular."

As soon as he finished speaking, Mr. Mo opened the curtain from the backyard and walked out.

He glanced at An Jinshu from a distance and walked to the room next to him. An Jinshu felt something and slowly followed him into the room.

The furnishings in the house are simple, maybe it is a place for medical treatment, but it is clean and tidy.

"Miss An, would you like some tea?"

He seemed to know that An Jinshu didn't come here to see a doctor, so he didn't ask her what was wrong.

An Jinshu sat down without restraint and smiled: "Then I'll bother Mr. Mo."

Mr. Mo took a celadon teapot and poured tea for her: "As long as Miss An doesn't dislike my weak water and tea."

An Jin Shuqing picked up the teacup with her green fingers, sipped the tea slightly, and then smiled: "If Mr. Mo calls this tea contemptible, there will be no good tea in the world."

The tip of the snow mist hair is picked when it first snows. Only a little bit of the top is taken from a tea plant. It is rare and valuable. This tea is worth a tael. Even if you have money, it is hard to find it. It is a tribute item.

Gu Qingchen's respect for Mr. Mo was beyond her imagination.

Mo Lao laughed and sat down by himself: "I wonder why Miss An came to Qingfeng Hall?"

An Jinshu did not go around in circles and directly stated his intention: "I need some medicinal materials. I wonder if Mr. Mo can help raise them?"

When Mr. Mo heard this, his expression did not change much, and he still looked calm and calm.

"If Mr. Mo is in trouble, forget it."

"It's really difficult." Mr. Mo put down the tea cup and looked at her, but his cloudy eyes were full of light: "If I interfere in this matter, Miss An, will I know the consequences? If it was not my duty, how could I have been invited by your house yesterday to see the doctor?"

An Jinshu knew it, but she didn't believe that the person in front of her could remain indifferent to this matter.

"This matter is strange. We should have investigated it carefully, but now that my brother is seriously injured and unable to move, the investigation can only be postponed. Now I am more worried about my brother's injury. The herbs are hard to find. I hope Mr. Mo can help me."

Mr. Mo laughed heartily: "Miss An is probably joking with me. General An is so powerful and powerful, but he only has a few medicinal herbs. How can he not find it?"

An Jinshu looked a little pale. She couldn't tell the other party that her father and mother had not expressed any intention to save Gu Qingchen. It was better for a barbarian spy to die without anyone noticing.

She pretended to be calm: "One more person means more strength. Three days is too short to withstand any accidents."

There was a smile on Mr. Mo's old face, as if he had never seen through An Jinshu's forced composure.

But An Jinshu felt guilty, and the room fell into an eerie silence. She just hoped that the result would be as she wished.

After a long time, Mr. Mo said: "Long beard."

The door of the room was pushed open, and the former little medicine boy had now changed greatly, with a clear spirit and a sense of humility all over his body.

He cupped his fists towards Mr. Mo and said, "Master."

"Get the sumu and purple fu from my storehouse."

"Disciple, obey."

Chang Xu exited the room, An Jinshu put down his cup and stood up to thank Mr. Chao Mo for blessing him: "Thank you, Mr. Mo, for your help."

Mr. Mo smiled slightly: "That's all I can do, so Miss An can take care of herself."

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After leaving the Qingfeng Hall, the sky had completely darkened. Chang Xu put the brocade box in his hand into Hong Li's hand and sent it respectfully.

An Jinshu thanked him, then picked up his skirt and got into the carriage.

The carriage slowly drove away from Qingfeng Hall. An Jinshu looked at the brocade box in his hand with a sad look on his face.

Hong Li was puzzled: "Hasn't Miss already confirmed that Mr. Mo will not inform His Majesty of this matter? Why are you still so troubled?"

An Jinshu didn't know why she was like this. She obviously got the result she wanted, but she felt inexplicably panic in her heart.

The fact that Mr. Mo gave her the medicinal materials meant that he did not want to cause any complications. He would not report Gu Qingchen's injury to the palace for the time being, but that was just because he would not report it yet.

If Gu Qingchen is not out of danger after three days, it will be another situation.

"Hong Li, I always feel like there is a pair of invisible hands behind my back pushing me forward. Do you feel this way?"

Hongli looked at her worriedly: "Miss, are you too tired? Don't go to the fourth young master's place tonight, you need to rest."

An Jinshu looked at her and was stunned for a moment when he saw Hongli's worried expression. Then he smiled bitterly and patted her head: "Your lady is fine. I'm afraid she's been thinking too much about things lately. Nothing's wrong."

Hong Li still didn't let go, and kept trying to persuade her all the way.

Returning to the mansion, she bumped into Ah Li. After seeing An Jinshu, she hurriedly walked forward, first saluted and then whispered a few words to him.

An Jinshu frowned when he heard this: "You said that all the pharmacies in the city don't have the herbs we need?"

Although the result was not surprising, it was a bit strange. Although the herbs they needed were precious, there were many apothecary stores in Kyoto that were hundreds of years old, so it was understandable that they would be expensive.

No...it just doesn't make sense.

An Jinshu seemed to have guessed something. She lowered her face, expressed that she knew, and walked towards Gu Qingchen.

But before he could take a few steps, he was stopped by someone.

It turned out that her grandmother knew that she was back and invited her to have a meal.

An Jinshu glanced at the lighted house not far away. It seemed that he would have to go to Gu Qingchen later.

She turned around and headed to Ruyiyuan, but she didn't know that she would be there all night.

Gu Qingchen was lying on the couch waiting for someone to come visit him and apply medicine and feed him.

Unexpectedly, even after waiting and waiting until the third watch of the day, no one was seen.

Zhang Cai looked at the upright man with a dark face sitting under the candlelight, and felt that the dim candlelight seemed eerie and terrifying.

He really didn't care for his young master. The master had done so much for the third lady, but the third lady didn't come to visit him for most of the day when the young master was so seriously injured.

You can still use the excuse of looking for medicine during the day, but what about at night? It is said that the third lady returned home as early as three o'clock in the morning, but she has not been seen until now. Maybe she has forgotten her young master.