Rebirth: sailing a thousand times

In the carriage, Wen Xin's elegant fingers plucked the strings of the qin, and the melodious sound of the qin perfectly covered up the conversation between the two.

Mu Qingfeng casually gave Wen Xin a task, "You go to Fenghuang Village in person. When I went there, it was too dark to take a closer look. I felt that the houses there were particularly neatly built and solid. Dozens of bandits were wronged." , Why build so many strong houses, the people of King Poyang are not as careful as you, go and see if there are any clues."

Wen Xin didn't stop holding his hands, raised his eyes, and said guiltily, "My lord, don't you blame Wen Xin for not saying what he knows, and not saying enough?"

Mu Qingfeng drank all the tea in the cup, and said calmly, "What this king wants is loyalty. If you don't say it, there is something unspeakable. It's the same if I find out by myself."

"Fang Xiao'an still has a son who is still alive, and someone is looking for him." He put down his glass, "Have you heard from the person sent to 'Huoyang County'?"

He asked in his heart, "I don't have any clue yet, I'm still investigating."

"From Sun Binzi's investigation, although 'Huoyang' County is far away from Anyang Mansion, judging from the letters found from Sun Binzi, it should be Sun Binzi's people who did it, or it is unknown whether he himself led the team. "

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At the same time, the prime minister's mansion in the capital is like a person sitting on pins and needles.

Guan Xin, masked in black, hung his head and stood aside, like a wooden stone statue, motionless waiting for Wang Sidaoxin's order.

Wang Sidao has been wandering around the room for a long time, still unable to make up his mind.

"My lord, make up your mind quickly. If Ge Chunhui and Sun Binzi are escorted back to Beijing, I'm afraid it will be too late. Although Ge Chunhui's wife and children are under the control of your lord, it's hard to guarantee that he will ignore his wife and daughter's lives for his own sake, Sun Binzi. Even more so, why is he so stupid, how could he keep the correspondence, isn't this giving someone a handle..."

Wang Sidao paused, staring at Duan Chen viciously, "Ge Chunhui can kill, but Binzi can't".Duan Yanchen was forced to look back by his vicious gaze, and he immediately understood that he had touched Wang Sidao's painful foot.

Sun Binzi has nothing to do with Wang Sidao on the surface, and only a few people know that he is actually Wang Sidao's adopted son.

Wang Sidao also realized that his performance was too intense, and he said in a calm tone, "Binzi, he can't die, think of other ways..."

His eyes flickered, and his heart was anxious. Sun Binzi lost his father when he was young and was displaced. So he changed his identity for him, and under his secret operation, he pushed to his current position step by step.

Perhaps, at the beginning, he really cherished his talents, and compared with such a worthless biological son in his family, he felt that Sun Binzi was outstanding in everything, but, at some point, he actually treated this adopted son, He came up with the idea that he couldn't say it out loud, asking him to kill Sun Binzi would be tantamount to gouging out a piece of his heart.

Duan Yanchen looked at Wang Sidao silently. This man has a vicious heart and no relatives. He can kill anyone. If necessary, he might push Wang Jingzhi's foolish son to the altar mercilessly.In this world, there are only two people that he will never give up no matter what. One is the "young son of the former emperor" in the palace who can make him reach the pinnacle of life, and the other is the so-called "young son of a moth". Tao's feelings for this adopted son are quite intriguing.

Time passed by bit by bit, under the dim light, all plots and tricks were vaguely covered in the mud, and the candlelight cast dim shadows on his wrinkles, just like the dirt hidden in the dark corners and crevices, Revealed the unspeakable dirty secrets.

After a cup of tea, the two took orders to leave, leaving only Wang Sidao who was sunk deep in the seat, his dark eyes narrowed into a thin slit: Mu Qingfeng, you wolf has finally shown its biting fangs what!

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Mu Qingfeng cleansed his face and hands, put a freshly brewed jasmine tea on the table, and lit the Lingling incense, which is good for sleep, in the incense burner.

Even in the town's inn, which is not high-end and magnificent, Prince Yi is still full of style.

Zhou Ping handed over a snow-white and clean handkerchief, "My lord, I have been walking for five days and it is raining outside. I am afraid the road will be muddy and difficult to walk tomorrow. Do you want to rest for a day?"

Mu Qingfeng took it and wiped his face, "Okay."

"Young Master Wenxin left in the rain after dinner," Zhou Ping said again.

Mu Qingfeng snorted, and suddenly remembered that Gu Shaobai hadn't gotten out of the carriage since dusk, and hadn't seen anyone until dinner, so he asked Zhou Ping, "Where's Gu Shaobai, where did he go?"

Steward Zhou, who has a very good eye, can of course see that Mu Qingfeng is very nervous about the third young master Gu, "Master Gu stayed in the carriage where the prince's supplies were kept, and brought a bowl of noodles back for dinner. to his room."

After Zhou Ping left, Mu Qingfeng couldn't hold back anymore, and went out to Gu Shaobai's room.

This inn is not big, and the largest and best Room A belongs to Mu Qingfeng, followed by Room B of Wenxin. On the face of it, Wenxin is Mu Qingfeng's favorite, but Gu Shaobai's status is embarrassing. As a guest, I stayed in Room C.

It's just that except for Room A, all the other rooms in this inn are small dwellings. The rooms can be cleaned, but the area cannot be enlarged out of thin air.

The third young master had just finished washing. He was wearing a silver-gray satin jacket and trousers, half leaning against the head of the bed, with one leg resting on the knee of the other leg, and a pair of snow-white feet were bare.

Holding the storybook I just borrowed from the clerk in the shop in one hand, I put a piece of hawthorn candy in my mouth with the other hand, and sucked it happily. It was bought by the car owner "Shi San" that day, and he was always reluctant to part with it. Eat up.

Mu Qingfeng stood by the bed and looked at it for a long time, half of his figure was covered by the dusty curtain at the head of the bed. It wasn't until the candle was flickered that Gu Shaobai realized that there was an extra person in the room.

He sat up straight with a "chuckle", the candy in his mouth was hanging in his mouth, and he swallowed a mouthful of sour and sweet saliva, "My lord, why are you here?"

Mu Qingfeng sat silently by the bed, Gu Shaobai immediately moved his butt in, really wanted to get out through the wall!

In order to facilitate eating, drinking and flipping through books, the third son's sleeves were rolled up above his elbows, exposing a smooth and fair forearm.Mu Qingfeng's eyes fell on his wrist, where there was clearly a ring of purple-red fingerprints, swollen and transparent to the point of rash.

Gu Shaobai followed his gaze to look at his wrist, and couldn't help but want to put down his sleeve to cover it, but Mu Qingfeng held it and rubbed it lightly, "Does it hurt?"

Gu Shaobai shook his head speechlessly, and immediately felt that he was not respectful enough, and added, "Return to the prince, it doesn't hurt!"

Mu Qingfeng went out of the room, looking for Li Zhishan, but remembered that he had already been sent back to Beijing, so he ordered Zhou Ping to bring some medicinal oil.

He poured some medicated oil into his palms, rubbed his hands until they were hot, and then rubbed them on Gu Shaobai's wrists, with great force, Gu Shaobai's face wrinkled into a persimmon in pain, he endured it for a long time, I couldn't bear it any longer, so I said in a low voice, "My lord, take it easy...it's going to hurt to death..."

Mu Qingfeng glanced at him, "Isn't it not painful?" After all, the strength in his hand still eased.

This treatment was tantamount to torture, and Gu Shaobai's freshly washed body seemed to be drenched with sweat again, not only that, but he couldn't help but let out three or five low moans.

Mu Qingfeng suddenly stopped what he was doing, two sparks were ignited in his eyes, his breathing became hot and fast, this baby's cock was too warm, it was exactly the same as the sound of calling/bed.

Gu Shaobai seemed to be aware of the changes in his body, he pulled his wrist back silently, turned his face aside shyly, and carefully counted the mold spots on the gray wall.

Jaw hurt, two fingers pinched his chin and turned his face forcibly, Mu Qingfeng's incomparably handsome face was reflected in his pupils.

Gu Shaobai's clear eyes met him, and there was a trace of restraint intriguing, "...It's late at night...My lord, please come back!"

Mu Qingfeng persevered in studying, and suddenly whispered, "I like you..."

"You also like to ask questions..." Gu Shaobai drooped his eyelids, his eyes rippling.

Mu Qingfeng said, "You don't understand..."

Gu Shaobai immediately said, "My lord, I don't want to understand..." He gently pushed Mu Qingfeng, but it didn't take much force, but he still pushed him away.

I feel that if I don't make it clear today, then this evil relationship will never end. Whether it is his body or mind, he is about to get out of control like a wild horse. He doesn't allow it. Like this, run in the opposite direction!

Gu Shaobai sat up straight and looked into his eyes with extreme patience engraved on his pupils, "My lord, since we have already talked about this, Shaobai might as well make it clear to you tonight, if something is wrong, Please forgive me too!"

Mu Qingfeng saw that his attitude was extremely sincere, so he couldn't help but no longer playful.

"My lord, Shaobai knows that the case of counterfeit medicine made your grandfather die for no reason, and the successive deaths of the old lord and concubine are also related to this. The only one who fought openly and secretly with the old lord was Prince Yu. You should understand I think it was Prince Yu's hands, and the Gu family is the imperial merchant who leans on the big tree of Prince Yu to enjoy the shade. What's more coincidental is that the Gu family started as a drug dealer, let alone you, even if I stand in your position The upper metropolis believes that the Gu family is undoubtedly an accomplice..."

"Shaobai can't change what has happened, but as the son of the Gu family, although he can't share the business worries for his father and brother, he still has the heart to keep the family safe. I admit that Jia Fan is me, and I happen to be in Anyang Mansion When I met the prince, I followed you. At that time, I was just curious..."

"After that, you also know that it's not controlled by me, but by you..." Gu Shaobai choked up, his eyes flushed, "Whether you believe it or not, I really wanted to save you at that time... ..." It has nothing to do with the Gu family, it's just because you used to be the one I fell in love with!

"Later, I asked you to write a handwritten letter. I did have selfish intentions. Prince Yu has already fallen, and the Gu family has no other tree to fall back on. 'A tree that is as beautiful as the woods, the wind will destroy it'. There are many coveters of the Gu family's status as an imperial merchant. Moreover, lord, you may decide that one day you will also take the Gu family under the knife, and I, I too... have no choice but to do it..."

He landed barefoot, with his back straight, as if only in this way could he sustain his soul, his thoughts, and his emotions.

"I'm guilty of deceiving the lord... The lord can exchange that love affair. Jia Fan may have been in love with the lord, but just like the letter left, Jia Fan has never returned. really……"

Mu Qingfeng's fingertips tucked into his sleeves pierced his palm until it bleeds, what does it mean to get together by chance, what does it mean to not take it seriously...

He gritted his teeth and squeezed out every word word by word, "What about you, Gu Shaobai, do you have a heart?"

Gu Shaobai gave a wry smile, bent his neck, showing sporadic fragility, "Shaobai has a heart, but I can't give it to you, because, one day, when this heart falls into mud and is crushed into dust by you, it will hurt much more than it does now. ..."

Mu Qingfeng said angrily, "Why are you so sure that I am the heartless person?"

Gu Shaobai raised his eyes covered with water, under the dim candle, the waves shone with a strange beauty, "Gu Shaobai dare not gamble... because once you lose, you will have nothing..."

Didn't you just lose everything in your last life and lose everything!

Time stopped at this moment, and it was as quiet as a ruin.

After a long time, Mu Qingfeng stood up slowly, and leaned close to Gu Shaobai's face, his eyes were gloomy like a knife, as if he wanted to kill his soul piece by piece.

Suddenly, hot lips were close to his soft ear tips, and Mu Qingfeng whispered very softly, "The handwriting on that paper may save the Gu family, but everyone in the Gu family can save it? Can you keep it every time?"

He touched his face playfully, "You might as well pretend to be Li Fan, Wang Fan, and Zhang Fan again, and see if you can change a few more life-saving charms..."

Gu Shaobai didn't answer another word, but his eyes were clear and firm.

The moment the door was gradually closed, it was still visible that his back was straight, as thin as a bamboo, his whole body exuded toughness, and he showed no sign of flinching.

Mu Qingfeng stood at the door, his eyes were blank, and his heart was desolate, as if he had listened to a bitter drama with no beginning and no end. People who should be hard-hearted sometimes got into the drama too deeply.

Step by step, he left, hearing the blood dripping from his heart, tick-tock all the way...

The author has something to say:

Dear darlings, how is the strength of this chapter? Is it abuse? Do you need to abuse the prince even more?