Rebirth Strategy: Please let me go

Wen Heng looked at the girl in front of him and recalled that she had rescued him from the gangsters and took good care of him and provided him with a place to stay. It was like a hand reaching out to him in a dark prison, pulling him out of the mire.

It was he who had undue thoughts about her, and it was he who buried that warmth and beauty with his own hands. Being able to see her again now was the result of him looking forward to it for countless days and nights, and enduring countless inhuman tortures.

But he couldn't get close. He and Qing Ge became her bodyguards, which meant that he could only protect her from a distance.

He has sold his soul to the devil, and all he can control is a body.

Wen Heng took a step back, clasped his fists and saluted respectfully: "My subordinate Wen Heng has met the lady."

Those eyes full of alienation caused the smile on An Jinshu's face to cool down. It seemed that he still cared about sending him away back then.

But at that time, she was also afraid, so sending him away was the best result.

"Your name is Wen Heng, what about you? What's your name?" An Jinshu turned to Qingge and asked.

Qing Ge clasped his fists and smiled brightly: "My subordinate Qing Ge."

"Sister Qingge, why do you look so familiar to me?" An Jinshu deliberately laughed and said, "Have we met somewhere?"

Qingge's face remained as usual: "My brother said that I have an ordinary face. Maybe it's because I look like an old acquaintance of the lady."

"Well..." An Jinshu looked at her meaningfully with a smile in his eyes: "I also think that Sister Qingge does look like an old acquaintance of mine..."

What she said was incomprehensible, and there seemed to be something in it that made Qingge startled. His eyes flashed, thinking that he had let something slip somewhere, but when he thought about it, there was absolutely no such possibility. He must have been overthinking it.

Wen Heng saw that the girl seemed to be deliberately ignoring the pain in his heart. He wanted to step forward and say something, but what could he say after thinking about it?

In the past, she was the noble lady of the Protectorate, while he was a beggar that everyone despised.

Now she is the master and he is the servant, and the two are even more different...

Wen Heng clenched the sword in his hand, knowing that there was a pair of eyes in the dark staring at him. If he wanted to stay with her, he had to hide his feelings and thoughts.

"There is nothing happening in our courtyard on weekdays. I rarely leave the house. When nothing happens, you two can just go about your own business." An Jinshu chuckled softly, and then she said to Qing Ge with shining eyes: " If it’s convenient for Sister Qingge, can you wait until the weather gets a little warmer and teach me the swordsmanship?”

Qingge had no reason to refuse, but she was not proficient in swordsmanship. The weapons she was proficient in were hidden weapons. When it came to swordsmanship... She glanced at the man standing next to him holding a sword. Wen Heng was... He is very knowledgeable in swordsmanship.

But she would not recommend Wen Heng to An Jinshu, she had no such obligation.

An Jinshu entered the house and blocked the scorching gaze from outside. As soon as Hongli entered the house, he was surprised and said: "Miss, did I read that right? Is that person the person I thought of?"

"You read that right, it's him."

Hong Li covered his mouth in surprise: "I thought he was dead."

"It's not just you."

Even she thought he was dead...

An Jinshu sat down, picked up the tea cup and took a sip of tea, her eyebrows furrowed and her face solemn.

I thought that the person who had been missing for so long would probably no longer be alive, but I never thought that he would eventually follow the path of his previous life and end up next to Gu Qingchen.

It seemed that some things would not change even with her intervention, but other things would be fine. She would never allow Anjia to follow the same old path.

When Gu Qingchen sent the people around him to her, An Jinshu would not wishfully think that the other party was thinking about her safety.

He even planned that her mother would choose Wen Heng and Qing Ge. It seemed that he was determined to fight her to death...

"The letters sent to Prince Duan's Palace in the past two days have still been returned?"

Hong Li nodded: "Yes, miss, the princess seems to be really angry this time."

"Yutang did not hesitate to put down her arrogance, wash her hands and make soup in order to pursue her brother. It turned out that the person she had liked for so long was actually the close friend she had always relied on. It is normal for her to find it difficult to accept and not listen to the explanation."

An Jinshu sighed. She was really more unjust than Dou E in this matter. It was all because Gu Qingchen didn't follow martial ethics and used such despicable means to slander her.

Gu Yao was angry and would figure it out one day, but she couldn't wait that long. She urgently needed spies to go to the frontier to get information for her. Now that Gu Yao was behind closed doors and brother Huai'an was detained in the palace, who else could she look for?

A person appeared in An Jinshu's mind, but she was not sure whether the other person would help her...

On the morning of the next day, An Jinshu went to Ruyi Courtyard to pay his respects to his grandmother. After breakfast, he got on the carriage and went out.

Since there were Qing Ge and Wen Heng, Qu didn't do anything to stop him. She had seen their martial arts before, so she trusted them so she placed them next to An Jinshu.

The red carp felt a little stuffy and stretched out his head to get some air.

As a result, as soon as she put her head in, she felt two eyes looking at her. When she turned around, she saw two people staring at her with cold faces and eyes as bright as fire. The red carp was so frightened that she shrank back her head.

The girl who was holding a book of poems and looking at it saw her panic and looked up at her with concern: "What's wrong? Is this a ghost in broad daylight?"

Hong Li patted his heart and said with lingering fear: "The lady didn't see the look in their eyes, as if they wanted to eat the slave alive."

An Jinshu laughed: "Don't worry, she and I probably don't have the habit of cannibalism."

After saying that, An Jinshu closed the book of poems, opened the curtain and looked behind the carriage.

Wen Heng was wearing black clothes, black hair, and a silver crown, sitting on a horse. He had a majestic body and a dignified appearance. His eyes were like cold stars. He was sitting on the horse quietly observing the crowd around him.

Next to him, Qing Ge was dressed in dark red brocade clothes like fire and clouds. Her hair was blown by the wind, her hair was blown by the wind, her eyes were sharp and her expression was high. Her actions showed confidence and courage, showing her valiant and heroic appearance.

Tsk... What a talented man and beautiful woman, a perfect match.

An Jinshu looked at the scenery in front of her and found it pleasing to the eye. If she only looked at her appearance regardless of their status, having such appearance by her side and looking at it every day would definitely prolong her life.

Wen Heng felt the girl's gaze and her hand on the reins tighten slightly. His eyes swept from the street to the end of the street, from the sky to the ground, but he did not dare to look at the girl in front of him.

Qingge Lema calmly approached him and laughed in a voice that only the two of him could hear: "Do you know what people like us are most afraid of?"

Wen Heng frowned and did not answer. Seeing his silence, Qing Ge smiled slightly and said, "Emotions, what people like us fear most is feelings. Having feelings means having a weakness, and weakness is a weakness for people like you and me. It’s fatal.”

Qing Ge glanced at him coldly: "Ask yourself, can you save the people in the carriage at the critical moment, and how worthy are you?"

Qing Ge's words obviously stung a certain wound in Wen Heng's body. Wen Heng looked back at her with piercing eyes: "Without emotions, you are a walking zombie. You are, but I am not. What's more..."

Wen Heng's eyes dispersed and he looked fiercely at the girl who was looking at him with complex emotions. He saw the corners of his lips slowly curled up, and his cold face became slightly softer.

"Miss is the bright moon in the sky. People like me only need to share some of her light. It is enough. I don't expect anything else. It is enough to guard her and protect her in this life..."

He's not greedy, which is fine.