Rebirth Strategy: Please let me go

The days passed in a blink of an eye, and mid-April was approaching. An Jinshu had stayed in her yard for ten full days. When she got up early that morning, she suddenly felt refreshed and the gloom had disappeared.

She took the rare cake and went to Junlan Pavilion to find Gu Qingchen. She had deliberately avoided him for the past ten days and didn't know how he was doing. She wanted to see his attitude and check on his injury.

For someone who could dance the sword on the second day, An Jinshu knew that the other person was probably fine, but he still had to do a good job on the surface.

Unexpectedly, she mustered up the courage to go forward. When she arrived at the door of Junlan Pavilion, the guard guard said that Gu Qingchen had gone out early in the morning.

An Jinshu was rejected and returned to the courtyard helplessly. Looking at the pastries brought back intact on the table, she sighed helplessly.

This time it was her inner demons that were causing trouble, but she couldn't really blame the other party. Her deliberate avoidance for the past ten days was probably due to Gu Qingchen's misunderstanding.

In the beginning, she was rushing to show her attentiveness to the other person, but now that the other person finally opened his heart to her, she didn't care, so she wasn't happy about it. She also scared herself to the point of having nightmares, closed the door to no one, and thought too much about anyone she called.

"Miss, another message has arrived from Prince Duan's Mansion." Luluo walked in from outside and babbled: "This Princess Anyang sends people to deliver letters every day but never sees anyone, and she doesn't know what her intention is."

Perhaps because the day of the lake tour was approaching, Princess Anyang always sent people to deliver letters to the Duhu Mansion, each time under the guise of good friendship, but in fact most of the contents in the letters were related to Gu Qingchen.

An Jinshu took the letter, and when she opened it, she smelled a refreshing fragrance. The rice paper was delicate and smooth with a light pink color. She chuckled, feeling that Princess Anyang was an interesting person.

Even though he knew that the letter would not reach Gu Qingchen's hands, he carefully dyed the paper every time. I don't know whether it was intentional or because he was really a person who paid attention to details.

She frowned at the content of the letter, then carefully folded the letter and put it back into the envelope: "Go and take this letter to Junlan Pavilion and give it to the guard guard, and ask him to wait until his master comes back to hand it in person. deliver."

Lu Luo nodded, and Hong Li poured milk tea for An Jinshu and said, "The day after tomorrow is the day to visit the lake. Miss, can you be prepared?"

An Jinshu tasted the tea lightly and felt the rich fragrance. She squinted her eyes and smiled: "What preparations are you making? Princess Anyang's intention is not me. I just need to go eat, drink and have fun."

"But this slave always has a bad premonition, always feeling like something is going to happen." Hong Li said with a solemn expression. This feeling was very strange and made her panic.

"Okay, don't worry." An Jinshu pushed over a jade porcelain cup: "Try this milk tea, it's very fragrant."

Hong Li's eyes lit up: "Thank you, Miss, for the reward." After saying this, he happily poured himself a glass.

But when she was about to take it into her mouth, she saw Lu Luo looking at her eagerly.

The red carp turned around silently. An Jinshu saw it and sneered: "If you want to drink it, pour it yourself. Don't look at the red carp eagerly. Others may think that I, the master, have treated you badly."

Seeing that she could drink it, Luluo was immediately happy. She was so happy that she stepped forward and gave An Jinshu a gift: "Thank you, Miss, for the reward."

An Jinshu laughed: "Hurry up, little greedy cat."

Fanjin Pavilion was in a happy mood, but things were raging and tense above the Tianzi Pavilion in Jiangchun Tower.

Gu Qingchen and Mr. Mo sat opposite each other. The black piece in Mr. Mo's hand was hanging in the air and never fell. His eyes were so cloudy that there was a tangled look in his eyes. He frowned when facing the trend on the chessboard, and beads of sweat poured out from his forehead. out.

"No need to rush, Mo Lao can think about it slowly." Gu Qingchen put down the tea cup and said with a gloating smile.

Mr. Mo glared at him, then raised and lowered his hands. In an instant, his eyes widened and he said with a smile: "How do you break this situation?"

Gu Qingchen looked at the chess game, then picked up the white piece, and hesitated for a moment.

Now it was Mo Lao's turn to gloat. His wrinkled forehead was slightly raised, and his eyes slowly glowed, turbid yet warm, revealing a sense of peace and indifference.

Gu Qingchen analyzed the situation on the chessboard, put down the white piece helplessly for a while, and said in a cold voice with a smile, "Mo Lao won this game."

"Huh?" Seeing that he gave up like this, Mr. Mo immediately became unwilling: "No, no, you did it on purpose, it doesn't count."

Gu Qingchen shook his head helplessly: "Mr. Mo can also see that this is a dead end. How can I break the situation? I'm afraid I will disappoint Mr. Mo."

Mo Laocai didn't believe what he said, and waved his hand reluctantly: "No, you have to do it, and you have to do it if you don't."

Gu Qingchen raised his eyes, his eyes as clear as springs. He sighed and was forced to take out a piece from the chess box, and then settled on the chessboard under Mr. Mo's eager gaze.

In an instant, the situation on the chessboard changed, like a long sword piercing the sky, even though it had the potential to break through the deadly situation.

There was a look of astonishment in Mr. Mo's turbid eyes. The next moment he burst into laughter and looked at Gu Qingchen with satisfaction: "Young master is extremely talented, I am ashamed of myself."

Gu Qingchen stood up and clasped his fists in salute: "Mo Lao Miaozan, now that the situation has been broken, I will take the first step."

"Well, go ahead." Mr. Mo waved his hand, and when Gu Qingchen turned around, he suddenly spoke: "In the chess game, dead chess is a living chess, and living chess is a dead chess. Young Master, you understand."

Gu Qingchen remained silent for a moment, then walked out of the house after staying for a moment.

Seeing him coming out, Zhang Cai hurriedly came forward and said, "Master, are you going back to your house?"

"Did you buy something?"

Zhang Cai smiled and shook the thing in his hand: "I bought it. It's still hot when it comes out of the pot."

Gu Qingchen looked at the thing in Zhang Cai's hand coldly: "Go back home."

Back at Junlan Pavilion, the gatekeeper saw Gu Qingchen and immediately stepped forward to hand over the letter An Jinshu had given him.

"Whose letter is this?" Zhang Cai took it for Gu Qingchen and asked the gatekeeper.

The boy nodded and bowed back to him: "The third lady sent it, and said that it must be handed over to the young master."

Hearing that it was a letter from An Jinshu, Gu Qingchen's cold eyes changed for a moment. He lowered his head and glanced sideways at the letter in Zhang Cai's hand without saying a word, and walked towards the house.

Zhang Cai received the letter and followed Gu Qingchen into the house.

After Gu Qingchen washed her hands and walked to the desk, she involuntarily glanced at the letter placed on the table by Zhang Cai.

Zhang Cai brought fragrant tea and filled it for Gu Qingchen without knowing it. Then he seemed to have forgotten the existence of the letter and began to arrange rice paper for Gu Qingchen to write on. Gu Qingchen sat on the Taishi chair and waited for him quietly. He brought the letter over, but after Zhang Cai placed the rice paper, he started to grind ink for him without any intention of taking the letter.

Gu Qingchen coughed twice as a reminder, but Zhang Cai thought he had a sore throat and quickly stepped forward and handed the fragrant tea to his hand.

Gu Qingchen glanced at him sharply. Zhang Cai suddenly froze in fear, thinking that the tea was too hot, so he quickly took the fragrant tea back and covered the cup with both hands to test the temperature, but the next moment he was confused. No, it's not hot either.

He didn't dare to look directly into Gu Qingchen's eyes, but he didn't know what he had done wrong, so he had to kneel down and ask Gu Qingchen for an explanation: "Master, please make it clear."

Gu Qingchen stood up, glanced at him, then walked to the table and picked up the letter.

When Zhang Cai saw him taking the letter, he suddenly realized where he had made a mistake. He was annoyed at his carelessness. He dared to despise the third lady's things. He deserved it.