Rebirth Strategy: Please let me go

On the ginkgo tree on the wall of Fanjin Pavilion, Qing Ge lay leisurely on a big tree branch with a piece of weed in his mouth, swaying his long legs in boredom to the sound of rustling leaves.

"Tsk, tsk, why should someone with delicate skin and tender flesh suffer like this?"

She glanced at the room with the lights out and smacked her lips. She could clearly see the situation behind the side room in the evening. Looking at the pitiful appearance of that sweet girl covered in sweat and exhausted, her heart was so full. One can't bear it.

Only An Jinran, that big boss, can be so ruthless.

As the wind blew, Qingge looked at the person coming, she said with a joking smile: "Come to be lazy?"

Hei Zhou raised his hand and threw a bag of things to her. The scent made Qingge's greedy people come out.

Looking at the white and tender big buns, Qingge raised her eyes and looked at him: "Did you buy them specially for me?"

"Eat quickly, I've been talking a lot since I was little." Hei Zhou said coldly and glared at her.

Qing Ge spat out the weeds in his mouth with a smile, took a big bite of the bun and narrowed his eyes with satisfaction: "It still tastes the same as before."

Hei Zhou turned his head and glanced at her. Seeing that she was satisfied with her meal, her cold face had a rare warmth.

He looked back at the house in the courtyard: "How is it? Is there any movement?"

"I wrote two letters, one to the Duke's Mansion and one to Prince Duan's Mansion." Qing Ge took the last bite of the bun into his mouth and stood up, his slender figure even more prominent under the moonlight. Enchanting: "I went to practice martial arts with An Jinran. I practiced for a whole hour and just turned off the lights."

Qing Ge turned to look at Hei Zhou and asked, "Senior brother, do you need to report this to the young master?"

"Of course I have to retaliate." Hei Zhou said without hesitation: "You should watch carefully and don't miss anything."

Qing Ge nodded, Hei Zhou flew down, and disappeared into the night in a few flashes.

Qing Ge patted the remnants of the buns on his hands and touched his stomach with some unfinished content, as if he wasn't full.

She glanced at the room with the lights out, and after thinking about it, she decided not to eat until she felt hungry in a few hours.

In the main room of Junlan Pavilion, Gu Qingchen and Mr. Mo were sitting opposite each other. Looking at the secret letter in his hand, his evil eyebrows were slightly raised, and his eyes were deep and full of hard-to-resolve cruelty.

Then he put the letter on the fire, and the flames burst into flames, burning the letter to ashes in just a few breaths.

"What do you think, young master?" Mr. Mo asked slowly, seeing that the letter had turned into black ashes.

Gu Qingchen raised his eyes and looked at him: "Wait a moment."

Mr. Mo's face darkened: "I know this matter is difficult, but I really can't delay it any longer. Young Master, you are..."

"Mr. Mo." Gu Qingchen interrupted him, with a pair of long and slanting eyes showing an unpredictable cold light: "Now is indeed not the best time. I have made my own decision on this matter, so don't worry."

Mo Lao was naturally very anxious about the matter in the letter, but he also knew that he could not rush the matter: "Young Master has always had ideas, but I am anxious."

There was a sound of pushing the door, and Hei Zhou appeared beside them: "Young Master, Mr. Pavilion."

Gu Qingchen glanced sideways at him: "Say."

Hei Zhou clasped his fists and said in a deep voice: "The third lady sent two letters out of the house."

"Yes." Gu Qingchen waved her hand, and Hei Zhou stepped back.

Mo Lao looked at Gu Qingchen with confusion: "Does Miss An have any questions?"

In Mr. Mo's opinion, there must be something wrong with the other party, which is why Gu Qingchen sent Hei Zhou to keep an eye on the other party. The first thing he thought of was that the other party had colluded with the third prince, but he felt something was wrong.

Gu Qingchen raised the corners of his lips, and his whole person looked evil and presumptuous because of this smile: "There is a problem, it is a big problem."

Mr. Mo was surprised: "Is it possible that the other party has been in contact with people in the palace for a long time? When did the young master find out?"

"Hiss." Mo Lao frowned: "That's not right. How can Third Miss, a boudoir woman, have any contact with the people in the palace? Is it because of her brother?"

Thinking of An Jinran, Mr. Mo nodded in self-approval: "That should be the case..."

Gu Qingchen smiled dumbly when he saw him asking and answering, and ruthlessly exposed his fantasy: "It's not what Mr. Mo thought. There are other problems in sending people to keep an eye on the other party."

As for what the problem is...he won't tell Mr. Mo.

Mr. Mo was not ashamed to see that he had guessed wrong. Instead, he laughed and said, "I just said that the little girl cannot have any contact with the people in the palace."

"Oh?" Gu Qingchen looked at him: "Why do you see it?"

"According to my intuition, that little girl is not someone who can be easily fooled."

Seeing that Mr. Mo spoke so highly of An Jinshu, Gu Qingchen was a little surprised, but he did not ask for the reason, because Mr. Mo was not wrong and the other party was indeed difficult to fool.

She pretends to be quiet like a well-behaved kitten, ready to be petted by anyone, but when she detects any disturbance, she immediately becomes as alert as a fox, hiding or trying every means to make the hunter relent, which can be described as extremely cunning.

Gu Qingchen added a cup of tea to Mr. Mo, and the candlelight cast a shadow on his face. He asked quietly, both righteous and evil: "If there is something you are not sure whether you want, how do you know what you want?" Or shouldn’t you want it?”

Mr. Mo picked up the tea, looked at him with strange eyes, and replied after a while: "If you can't give it up, then you should take it. On the contrary, you shouldn't take it."

"Then how do you know whether you regret getting this thing or not?" Gu Qingchen asked again.

"This man..." Mr. Mo took a sip of tea with an incomprehensible smile in his cloudy eyes: "As long as your original intention changes, you will become regretful if you don't regret it."

If your original intention remains unchanged, you will never regret it.

The wind started blowing outside the house at some point, and the bells of birds tinkled at the corners of the eaves.

Gu Qingchen looked at the swaying shadows of the trees outside the window, like ghosts with teeth and claws. He turned his head and looked at the half-cup of tea left by Mr. Mo. Thinking of what he had just said, he suddenly wanted to confirm something.

An Jinshu had an extremely restless sleep that night. When she woke up the next day, she looked around the room in panic. Even though there was no one in the room, she always felt that there was a cold and threatening gaze watching her somewhere.

She sniffed, wondering if it was her imagination, but the air was filled with a faint cold fragrance, which was very similar to the smell of Gu Qingchen.

She didn't want to be alone for a moment, so she immediately called out to Red Carp. Red Carp and Luluo heard her panic and yelled, and they both ran into the house.

An Jinshu immediately felt relieved when he saw the two of them: "Who was here last night?"

The red carp and the green radish looked at each other and then both shook their heads: "No one has been here."

An Jinshu's eyes fell on the unlocked window lattice for some reason: "You didn't lock the window last night?"

In fact, the weather is getting hotter and hotter now, and it is common to leave the windows unlocked at night. However, An Jinshu is a little strange. The window is either open or locked, so why is it neither open nor locked.

She felt flustered, recalling the panic in her dream last night, and looked at the window lattice with fear in her eyes.

"Oh, there was a strong wind in the middle of the night last night. I think the wind blew the window shut, but did it disturb the lady?" Hong Li explained.

"Is it windy?" An Jinshu looked outside the door and saw some mottled fallen leaves through the cracks. It seemed that it was the wind.

"It's okay." She whispered, patting her chest.

"Miss, would you like to get up?"

"Get up."

An Jinshu nodded. She had to go to Gu Yao today to give her a thank you gift for protecting her after she fainted that day. She also talked to him about going to school and asked her, the master, to help her and Gu Qing. The positions of Chen should be separated, preferably one at the front and the other at the end.