Rebirth Strategy: Please let me go

"What?" Gu Yao turned pale with horror and looked at Gu Qingchen with wide eyes: "Gu, what do you mean, Mr. Gu?"

Gu Qingchen looked at her and smiled evilly: "The princess heard wrong, I didn't say anything."

After saying that, she turned around and returned to her position. Gu Yao stood there uneasily.

Gu Qingchen said that he didn't say anything, but she clearly heard it clearly. He said that he wanted to return the smoke a hundred times a thousand times. His voice and expression when he said that were completely different from his usual self. Gu Yao only I felt a chill spreading through my body.

An Jinshu noticed something was wrong with her and stepped forward to hold her: "Yutang? What's wrong with you?"

Gu Yao held her back and wanted to say what Gu Qingchen had just said to her, but before she opened her mouth, she felt a gaze looking at her.

She followed her intuition and saw that Gu Qingchen was slowly sipping tea without looking at her. Gu Yao looked at the others, and the others did not deliberately focus on her.

Gu Yao has never been a suspicious person. She clearly felt that someone was watching her just now. In this situation, she couldn't say anything anymore, so she had to swallow her words and shake her head. Her face didn't look good: "It's okay, I'm okay. "

An Jinshu glanced at her suspiciously: "Are you really okay?"

Seeing Gu Yao looking around, An Jinshu also turned around and looked around. Seeing that everyone looked calm, he didn't think much.

It was estimated that when she was talking to Gu Qingchen just now, something annoying came out of Gu Qingchen's mouth, which made Gu Yao behave like this.

She pulled Gu Yao to sit aside: "Brother, he has always been like this. No matter what he says or does, don't take it to heart."

Gu Yao hesitated to speak, and finally nodded, saying yes, which was a disguised answer to An Jinshu's words.

After not seeing Gu Qingchen for a year, Mrs. An naturally wanted to take a good look at him. The more she looked at him, the more satisfied she became, and the more she looked at him, the happier she smiled.

The children she picked up at random would have a better life than others.

Looking at this figure and appearance, even the prince and grandson could not compare to her. She waved to Gu Qingchen: "Come, Chen'er, come to grandma."

Upon hearing this, Gu Qingchen put down the cup in her hand, then stood up and walked towards her.

He did not sit next to Mrs. An. Zhang Cai moved a stool for her, and he sat on the right side of Mrs. An.

Getting closer, Mrs. An looked at him carefully for a moment, and then sighed sadly: "I'm sorry for you. How is your injury? Is life in Changping Mountain boring?"

Gu Qingchen chuckled: "Back to grandma, the injury has recovered. The scenery of Changping Mountain is beautiful and interesting."

"Okay, okay, okay." Old Mrs. An happily called out three good things: "Your Majesty is kind, if His Majesty hadn't come to help this time, you..."

"grandmother!"

Before she could finish her words, she was interrupted by An Jinshu's urgent call.

"You girl, why are you so rude?" Mrs. An, who was interrupted, looked at the girl displeased.

An Jinshu quickly stepped forward and hugged his arm, looking at Gu Qingchen with a pair of bright eyes.

The rest of the An family didn't know, but An Jinshu knew that Gu Qingchen was the beloved son of the Holy Emperor, and he even passed the throne to him later.

But this does not mean that the relationship between father and son is harmonious. No one knows how he feels about the emperor rescuing him this time. An Jinshu feels that it is better to mention as little as possible about the emperor rescuing him.

Seeing the girl's bright eyes looking at him and Gu Qingchen's sudden smile, Xie Si raised his eyebrows and looked at her with interest.

An Jinshu saw Gu Qingchen's smile, and she averted her eyes, wanting to test her thoughts.

She had seen what this man looked like when he left. Now, not only has he returned in good condition, but he is also more than a little bit stronger than before.

It was reasonable for her to have some slight doubts.

She rolled her eyes and stood up. She pulled Gu Qingchen up in front of everyone's gaze, put her hand directly on his chest and touched him twice.

I can't touch it...it doesn't seem to be weird.

Not only did this move come from Gu Qingchen himself, but even the other people in the room had their eyes wide open and looked shocked. What was this doing?

An Jinshu only touched her twice and then withdrew her hand. She took two steps back and murmured as if a sister was concerned about her younger brother: "It's great, it's really good, my brother is really fine. "

Tears burst out of her eyes as she spoke. To be honest, An Jinshu admired her ability to laugh one moment and cry the next.

She quickly covered her tears with a handkerchief and turned her head slightly, her voice choked with sobs: "When my brother was dying and lying on the couch, he was covered in blood. I felt that he might leave me at any time. Now I see him standing there. In front of me, I was afraid that this was a dream, but fortunately, it was real."

Her shoulders shook slightly as she cried, and every word she spoke seemed to be sincere. Although her voice was small, everyone in the room could hear her clearly, and everyone was moved.

Mrs. Qu didn't know when she was filled with tears, and she was taking a handkerchief to wipe her tears quietly.

Old Mrs. An also wet her eyes, quickly waved her hands and said with a smile: "No more, no more, Chen'er is back on such a beautiful day today, just in time for Yan Yatou's birthday, so our family can get together. "

She turned around and told Mrs. Wang: "Go and tell the kitchen to cook more of Chen'er and Yan Yatou's favorite dishes."

Mrs. Wang hurriedly sighed and went down to make arrangements.

Old Mrs. An winked at Lihua again, and Lihua hurriedly went behind the screen and quickly brought out a flat wooden box: "Old Madam, I brought the things."

Old Mrs. An took it, stretched out her hand to hold An Jinshu's little hand beside her, motioned her to sit down, and then said to Gu Qingchen, "Chen'er, sit down too."

An Jinshu wiped her tears and sat down, not forgetting to sob twice during the process. After all, if she didn't act more real, how could she convince everyone that she touched Gu Qingchen just twice because she was worried about him.

"Okay, don't cry anymore. Today is your birthday. If you cry, you will turn into a little cat." Mrs. An joked.

An Jinshu saw that she was almost done crying, so she nodded and wiped away her tears.

Seeing her tears flowing freely, Gu Qingchen laughed heartily, wondering why her acting skills hadn't improved in a year.

Old Mrs. An opened the wooden box in her hand, and a burst of golden light emitted. An Jinshu was close, and she subconsciously squinted her eyes. The next moment she saw two pairs of red gold and glass necklaces placed in the box.

The ring in the middle is smaller, inlaid with Hunan-colored gemstones, six on each side, symbolizing good luck and good luck. The gold threads and colored gold threads below are wrapped around each other, shining with each other.

The outer ring is larger than the middle ring, and the style is much simpler. It only has auspicious patterns engraved on the body. The left and right sides are inlaid with cyan gems. There are two strings of gold and beads at the bottom. The two pairs of necklaces are carefully carved and exquisite. Excellence cannot be achieved overnight.

"Grandma?" An Jinshu seemed to have a guess. She glanced at Gu Qingchen: "Is this for me and my brother?"

Look, this style is a pair?

Mrs. Qu walked up at this time and sat down next to An Jinshu with a smile: "This is the birthday gift your grandmother prepared for you half a year ago. You, your brother, and your brother all have it. I want to intervene with your grandmother." Even if you don’t allow it, I personally found someone to make it, why don’t you thank grandma soon.”

Hearing that his grandmother had prepared a birthday gift for him half a year ago, An Jinshu's eyes turned red. The tears she shed this time were not false at all: "My granddaughter thanked my grandmother!"

Old Mrs. An ouched, hugged her like a heart and patted her back: "My little sweetheart, how can I say thank you? Grandma wishes you peace and unparalleled joy in the future. I wish you a good husband like this in the future." The old woman will give birth to some fat grandsons and give them a hug."