Reborn Bastard Supreme

Gu Zhisu had expected all of this a long time ago, and his face was calm. After writing the last stroke, he looked down for a long time, and only after a few corrections did he show a slightly satisfied expression, and put down the pen to reply. He took another piece of paper, wrote down the completed Jiang Chengzi, and asked in a calm voice.

"The letter, have you read it? Did you mention me?"

Lianzhu heard him mention this, and quickly replied: "Master, we opened the letterhead in advance, and there is no news about you."

"It seems that this time, I hurt him."

Gu Zhisu lowered his head and blew on the rice paper. A smile appeared on the corners of his lips when he heard the words, but it was only fleeting and there was no trace. The dead man is still in his dark cell now, if he bites Xin Shi and Gu Wenmian now, it will be later for Xin Linhua to notice him, and it will be more convenient for him to do it in private.

"Forget it, since he made his parents so angry, I won't pursue anything."

Folding the words written in his hands, Gu Zhisu looked at Hu Qin'er, mixed the light green paint, and brushed his fingers over the brush, and when he fell the first stroke of the branch, he suddenly asked in a low voice.

"Do you know what happened to the third brother this morning?"

In the early morning today, Gu Zhisu and Gu Zhihuai avoided the crowd in the courtyard, and after a few words, they separated. Gu Zhihuai seemed much calmer, and he didn't expect any major events to happen until noon. After lunch, Gu Zhisu ordered him to call the leader, Ming Qing, and after whispering for a long time, Ming Qing told him about Gu Zhihuai's intention to ask for death. When I heard Gu Zhisu mention it, I suddenly said in a low voice.

"Young master means..."

"I'm afraid it's the third brother's side, so I won't hesitate any more."

Gu Zhisu looked at the pear blossoms outside the window, narrowed his eyes slightly, and thought of the blue and white porcelain bottle he took out from his sleeve in the early morning, which was not a so-called poison, but just sweat medicine, and thought of Gu Zhihuai's death He has made up his mind, if he finds out that he has been cheated, he will definitely not come to him again - at this time, it should be the time when Qionghua Zhongren will come in handy.

"Soon, he will strike soon and end his life."

When Gu Zhisu picked out a branch of pear blossom, his thin lips curled up into a vague smile, looked at another bottle in the corner of his desk, which was almost the same as the porcelain bottle in Gu Zhihuai's hand, exhaled and whispered muttered.

"You are ready so that nothing will go wrong."

As expected by Gu Zhisu, when the medicine bottle on his desk appeared in Gu Zhihuai's arms silently, the night of Gu Wenying's first seven days was a plain white room. , the servant girl's hurried footsteps sounded, and the third wife, Qian Shi, couldn't help but thump in her heart when she saw a familiar face.

"What happened?"

This maid who rushed over in a hurry was exactly the maid who she had ordered to monitor Gu Zhihuai, and marry Gu Haili into the palace together on the day Gu Haili got married, so she couldn't miss Gu Zhihuai.

As soon as the servant girl saw Qian, her already pale face turned even paler and she said: "Ma'am, something is wrong!"

Mrs. Qian keenly sensed something was wrong, motioned her to shut her mouth for the time being, dragged her into the room quickly, then let go of her wrist, and turned her face to listen to the servant girl's voice lowered, panicked. and reports of fear.

The moment she finished speaking, Qian's expression twisted for a moment, he turned his head in disbelief, stared at her for a moment before saying.

"What?! Really dead?"

"real!"

The maid was originally sent by the Qian family to watch over Gu Zhihuai, to prevent him from fleeing or being dissatisfied, and doing other terrible things to ruin this marriage with the East Palace. The past few days have been peaceful , the maid unconsciously relaxed her vigilance, thinking that Gu Zhihuai would definitely not do anything.

Who knew that Gu Zhihuai was still fine when she got up early in the morning, but when she changed her clothes alone, she said she was sleepy and wanted to sleep for a while, she thought that now that Mrs. Qian wants Gu Zhihuai to enter the palace, it is simply a matter of There was nothing to complain about the good thing, and even more unwilling to serve him, so he closed the door and let Gu Zhihuai rest for a while.

But she rested until the evening, but she didn't hear any more movement from Gu Zhihuai, so she felt something was wrong and pushed the door in. Seeing the sleeping man in plain clothes under the bed curtain, she didn't cry out several times from the other bed curtain Hearing the answer, she didn't feel anything when she opened the curtain. She didn't feel anything until she saw Gu Zhihuai lying down with a smile on her face. Really started to get scared, stretched out his hand to try Gu Zhihuai's breathing.

Gu Zhihuai didn't know when, his body was already cold and he couldn't breathe for a long time.

The servant girl swallowed her saliva, not daring to tell the truth to Mrs. Qian, so she said vaguely: "When changing clothes for a cup of tea, the servant girl has been watching the young master very calmly for the past few days, thinking that he also wants to enter Besides, entering the palace is such a good thing, so many people can't ask for it, so the slaves don't care much... Who would have thought that the young master would suddenly—" Qian Shi didn't care about Gu Zhihuai at all, what was it for? What kind of death, and how did he die? There was even a look of disdain on his face, and he frowned and asked again: "Are you really out of breath?"

The servant girl nodded and replied softly: "Yes..."

"Anyway, he saved face for me, but after I said about the concubine, he died cleanly. There was no such thing on the wedding day."

As if Qian Shi had expected this time, when he heard the news of Gu Zhihuai's death, he just let out a light snort and let it go.

"Since he died in the first seven days of the third master, it can be regarded as keeping filial piety for the third master. Let him be buried in a thin coffin, so that I don't have to obstruct my eyes in the third room."

The servant girl was almost terrified by her cold words.

However, Mrs. Qian no longer pursued Gu Zhihuai's death. As a concubine, isn't it easy to marry as a concubine? Now without him, Gu Zhihuai, wouldn't there be Gu Zhisu and Gu Zhijing in the first room, Gu Zhilin and Gu Zhiling in the second room?"

"Madam, do you want to..."

"If you want a concubine, naturally Gu Zhisu is the best in the big room."

When Qian talked about Gu Zhisu, she couldn't help but think of Gu Zhisu's gorgeous face, and the half-smile appearance when she saw him a few times. For some reason, although she liked this person very much, every time she made a plan, she felt There was a chill on his back, he hesitated for a moment and finally put it down, his eyes turned involuntarily to the direction of the second room.

"However, he has been a bit of a villain these days, and if he is chosen, the Xin family will not be able to explain it. If something happens to the concubine now, there is no way to end it...Since this Once the third wife entered the palace, we offended the second bedroom more or less, and now that Gu Zhihuai is dead, we might as well sell one to the second bedroom."

After finishing speaking, she lowered her head and instructed in a low voice: "Go and ask the second sister-in-law to come over immediately, and just say that I have something to talk to her face to face." The maid knew that this matter was important, and she no longer thought of Gu Zhihuai, and hurriedly lowered her body He saluted and replied: "Yes, madam."

In Rongliyuan, it was almost the same time.

Gu Zhisu also got the news of Gu Zhihuai's death.

Under the pear tree with outstretched branches, Gu Zhisu stood with his hands behind his back, his face pale.

Behind him is Dugu Yan who is kneeling on the ground, bowing his head and making no sound.

After an unknown amount of time, he suddenly sighed and turned to look at the person behind him.

"Now that the matter is a foregone conclusion, what do you want to say to me when you come to me to tell me the news of his death?"

Duguyan knelt there upright, his fingers clenched tightly in his sleeves, drops of blood fell from between his fingers and merged into the soil: "Han Yan just wants to ask the Lord a question."

"I know what you want to ask." Gu Zhisu saw that his face was cold and resolute, as if it was the same every day, but this time the pain in his eyes was surging out, no matter how difficult it was to suppress, he knew what he wanted to ask What is it, "I did give him the poison, and he came here to ask for it."

Duguyan took a deep breath when he heard the words, and when he heard that the poison was from Gu Zhisu, his expression was somewhat bewildered, sad and helpless: "...Why? "

"why?"

Why did Gu Zhihuai want to die?

Gu Zhisu lowered his eyelashes, walked past him, and said in a loud voice: "Han Yan, why, you really don't know?"

"I..." Duguyan was stunned for a moment, as if struggling to recall, she murmured after a while, "Is it because of... is it because of the concubine?"

Because of Gu Zhihuai's begging for death, Gu Zhisu's eyes had faded in the past few days, and he didn't show a smile at all. Lianzhu and Hu Qin'er were frightened, but when he heard these words, the corners of his lips twitched He smiled, but his expression was full of sarcasm. With a strange look, he looked up and down Dugu Yan for a long time: "If you think so, then the answer is just like this."

Seeing that Gu Zhisu said this without explaining anything, he turned around and walked towards the house, Duguyan trembled, looked at his back and said suddenly: "My lord!"

"Since a person is dead, there is no chance—Han Yan, I really didn't think you were wrong, but now that you have come to this point, I am no longer in my power to judge."

Hearing his voice, Gu Zhisu stood on the steps without turning his head, but asked lightly, "I just want to know whether you thought the choice you made back then was right or wrong?"

Dugu Yan's eyes were gradually bloodshot, he shook his head a little at a loss, fell to the ground and muttered: "I don't know...I don't know!"