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Chapter 1380: What could be wrong with her? [Seeking monthly votes]

The sounds in the house were sometimes clear, as if the Lord was whispering in his ear, and sometimes blurred and chaotic. Luan Xin resisted their invasion, looking painful and trying to seal his hearing. But they were everywhere, and they kept drilling into the depths of his mind.

Shen Tang joked with Gu Chi: "I was thinking that if I won the bet, I would let you work overtime in the government office for ten days or half a month unconditionally, and the salary of that month would belong to me. I never thought that you and I would have the same answer. Wang Chao, did you write this because you listened to my heart?"

Gu Chi smiled and said, "No, it's just that we have a telepathic connection."

If Qiu sends the ransom money, Qiu Cheng must die.

Even if you don’t die, you will die!

Luan Xin almost bit his lower lip until it bled.

It turns out that we are in sync with each other. It really is.

How could he deceive himself and force himself to blame Gu Chi? Qiu Wenyan was not forced to death by Gu Chi on his own initiative, but by the master and Gu Wangchao. His guess at Qiu Wenyan's funeral many years ago was true!

But Gu Chi was good at reading people's minds and deceived him.

Although he knew that Gu Chi had such a scholarly mind, he still ignored many doubts and forced himself to accept a relatively acceptable result. Who could he blame for all this? Should he blame Gu Wangchao for his cunning schemes, or should he blame himself for being so stupid that he easily fell into the web woven by the wise master? Did he become a prey obediently? At the beginning, he clearly wanted to endure the grudge for several years and then look for a good opportunity.

He even said that he wanted his lord to die because of the scribes' ways of his ministers.

He planned to let her die at the hands of Qi Yuanliang who murdered his master.

However, he betrayed himself.

The soul submitted to the master before the body, constantly making excuses for the master and hating Gu Wangchao. As long as Gu Wangchao took all the blame for forcing Qiu Wenyan to death, the master would be innocent. She was just a kind lord who was deceived by flatterers.

What could she have done wrong?

People can not escape from doing wrong?

Those who have committed faults and made mistakes are the sycophants who act on their own initiative.

The fault lies with Gu Wangchao, not Shen Youli.

Over the years, he firmly believed in this and never thought about the doubts - his lord was decisive in killing and was well versed in all conspiracies and plots. He had ruled his subordinates for many years and never allowed them to cause any trouble. With such a lord, how could Gu Wangchao dare to act on his own?

Why wasn't Gu Wangchao reprimanded for acting on his own initiative?

It is true that she treated Gu Ren's descendants well, letting Wu Xian live to fulfill the reputation of "Tangdi Love" among the people, and even conferred titles on the two of them - a treatment that many meritorious officials did not get, but these two got it - but, is the lord really so kind that she is confused?

Looking at other opponents, how many of them ended up well?

Her ruthlessness and decisiveness have not changed in more than ten years.

Would such a lord be deceived by Gu Wangchao?

Luan Xin still remembers the shock he felt when he first learned about Gu Chi's ways as a scholar. His first reaction was, "Shen Youli must not know his ways as a scholar" and "this matter may be used as a handle to alienate the monarch and his minister." The lord would like a minister who could guess his intentions and enjoy the other party spending all his time guessing about him, but he would never tolerate his own thoughts being exposed under the other party's eyes. This is the biggest taboo for the superior!

Once she knew, Gu Wangchao would definitely die.

Later I realized that I was overthinking.

She knew Gu Chi's ability and didn't mind him hearing all her thoughts. She even enjoyed this overly intimate connection. Luan Xin was confused, lost, and puzzled. His usual cognition was broken by the Lord. The strong impact enveloped him from head to toe, and the world he saw suddenly changed from chaotic and dark to bright and dazzling! He could force his body not to think about her advantages, but he couldn't stop his soul from being attracted by this color, and he couldn't make his reason cooperate with his body.

The better she got, the more flustered Luan Xin became.

He could only look for the other person's shortcomings, perhaps the shortcomings could help him suppress this uncontrollable attraction. He kept looking, just like digging out a carrot with mud. Every time he found a shortcoming that made him excited, it would always bring out a bunch of advantages that made him upset. This abnormal emotional tug-of-war repeatedly tortured Luan Xin, and once caused his wife to suspect: [Does my husband have an affair outside? ]

【What is two colors? 】

Beneath Luan Xin's calm surface there was a rumbling thunder.

Seeing his determination, the lady began to doubt her own judgment: [If you are not distracted, why does your husband often toss and turn? ]

Leisurely and carefree, tossing and turning.

Isn't this caring about others?

The reason why the lady did not guess that Luan Xin was tossing and turning because of official business was because she knew her husband's ability. He had never been troubled by official business in the many years he worked under Qiu Cheng. At that time, Luan Xin was a clerk in the household department. He had a lot of work to do, but he didn't have to rack his brains to plan and plot. Why would he toss and turn? Since it was not for official business, it could only be for a specific person.

Luan Xin lay back down, pulled the quilt over her, turned sideways and said, "Don't think too much."

Without two colors, he was thinking of two masters.

Luan Xin wanted to be loyal to the two masters sincerely.

This idea is really crazy!

But there was another voice in his heart quietly persuading his soul, no, not persuading, but bewitching - why is he crazy? Wen Yangong's death had nothing to do with her, it was all the treacherous villains who acted on their own. She was innocent and she shouldn't bear unwarranted prejudice! Luan Gongyi, you really waste your word. You are just and fair to others, but you insist on implicating an innocent person?

Yeah, he shouldn't be like that.

In an instant, the world becomes vast with a thought.

His body was lying on the couch, dozing off, but his soul was liberated, breaking free from the shackles of morality and following his most primitive instincts.

Today, he asks himself:

"Is the Lord wrong?"

"She's not wrong."

"Who is wrong?"

"You are the one who is wrong, Luan Gongyi."

"You are deceiving yourself!"

"You are so ungrateful!"

Every accusation was ultimately directed at himself.

In comparison, even Gu Chi seemed less annoying.

[Luan Gongyi, don’t you know anything at all? ]

A bolt of thunder suddenly exploded in his ears, and electricity seemed to flow through his body. His hands and feet were numb, but his consciousness was clearer than ever.

He recognized the owner of the voice as Qiu Cheng.

The scenery in front of him changed drastically, the surrounding scenery was enlarging, while he was shrinking. A huge force knocked the insect curled up in the corner out, and he saw the speeding carriage rolling over his legs, and the piercing pain tortured his limbs.

The picture flashed and showed an old face.

[My clinic doesn't support idlers. You can stay here, but you have to work. Once your leg injury is healed, leave as soon as possible.]

A few more days passed.

The old voice was filled with pity: [You beggar, if you leave my clinic, I'm afraid you will have nowhere to go. You have used so many good medicines recently... I am not a person who wants to repay a favor. I just want to point you to a good place. Do you want to go? ]

He entered the Luan Mansion and had a new sister.

His sister brought him his nephew Luan Cheng, who was registered under his name.

The dark and thin body gradually grew taller and thicker, from a child to a teenager, from a teenager to a young man who had lost his childishness, and then from a young man full of vigor and vitality fell into the mud. He saw a pot of boiling water poured down, mercilessly turning his bloody flesh white.

He forgot how long he had been in hell.

The evil spirits in hell laughed: [Justice?]

Li He, who was beside the evil ghost, echoed: [Good word! ]

The evil ghost said in a playful tone: [It is indeed a good word. ]

Qiu Cheng acted as a lobbyist to make the evil ghost relax: [Since Brother Wen Yan asked, I naturally have to give him face. Anyway, he has been taught a lesson, so this matter ends here. But there is one thing, Brother Wen Yan should know how much we, as a family, are afraid of those unjustifiable stains, and we will not allow stains to creep up on us! ]

Qiu Cheng promised: [This is natural. ]

Luan Xin was able to escape: [Lady, please go back to the Luan Mansion. ] That is not his sister, and it is not his home.

Seeing that he was depressed, Qiu Cheng often visited him and even took the initiative to offer him a place to stay: "Although Qiu has no talent for managing the world, he has earned a good reputation after years of hard work. If Gongyi doesn't mind, you can come over. We are in need of an aide and strategist."

Luan Xin shook his head, fearing that the other party would misunderstand him, and explained that he wanted to go out and travel to relax. Perhaps seeing more would broaden his mind and help him get over this blow. He had a vague feeling that if he could break through the barrier, he would definitely gain something.

Upon hearing this, Qiu Cheng smiled and bowed his hands in blessing: [In this case, I wish you long-term literary success, and I look forward to meeting you next time. ]

Luan Xin was stunned and said: [Okay, it’s a deal.]

Qiu Cheng gave him a chance to live.

If it weren't for Qiu Cheng, this life would have ended that year.

Another loud thunder brought Luan Xin back to his chaotic thoughts.

[Mr. Luan, you know everything but pretend not to know!] The long-lost, young, high-spirited Qiu Cheng stood beside him, looking down at his eyes, his tone was reproachful and helpless, [Mr. Luan, why don't you drink the sword and commit suicide to prove your loyalty!]

Luan Xin bowed his head and said nothing.

[To this day, can you still be loyal to the thieves without any hesitation? 】

Luan Xin: [She is not a thief. ]

[Or, can you withdraw with peace of mind? ]

【cannot. 】

[Or can you avenge me by letting her die at the hands of the master killer? ]

Luan Xin's voice trembled: [...I can't.]

【Then you have no way out! 】

As the last word fell, the illusion instantly dissipated and turned into a sword in front of him. This sword was not the one that Luan Xin usually wore on his sword belt. It was a simple and bright long sword with a thin and bright blade that could reflect his face.

It is the sword of the Lord.

This thought quietly emerged in Luan Xin's chaotic thoughts.

He grasped the hilt with trembling fingers and picked up the sword.

The moment the sword touched his neck, a tiny blood mark was left. As long as he exerted a little force with his wrist, this sword that could cut through iron like mud would be able to take him away just like his master took away countless enemies.

For a long time, the sword did not move at all.

Instead, Luan Xin lowered his head slightly and laughed.

This laughter was leaking out from his chest bit by bit, and a hint of madness could be heard. At this moment, Luan Xin was sure that what his master often said was true. Whether it was a scholar with a literary mind or a warrior with a brave heart, none of them were mentally normal: "Is this play good?"

There was a sense of hostility in his eyes and eyebrows, and they looked a bit gloomy!

The time that had stopped around me began to flow again.

Inside the house, Shen Tang closed the wooden box with a snap.

"You go to Tangyuan and tell Shibi Laocai...ah, no, tell Wen Yangong the good news. The Qiu family has sent the ransom money. He is free again, and I will send someone to escort him back to the Qiu family tomorrow." Shen Tang's joyful voice entered Luan Xin's ears. The next second, Luan Xin, who had been ignored by the whole world, became aware of his existence again, and the two people in the room were startled by his breath.

"Who is outside?"

A palm wind came straight towards Luan Xin.

It's not fatal, but it can immobilize a person.

Shen Tang and Gu Chi rushed out, and Luan Xin looked at the two people standing on the opposite side, and the two looked at him in the same way. Even in the dream, the master did not kill him indiscriminately, but just frowned and asked: "Who are you? Why is my sword in your hand?"

"An old subordinate of Qiu Wenyan?" Gu Chi recognized Luan Xin. When he thought of what he and his lord had just planned, Gu Chi wanted to kill him and said, "My lord, this man cannot be kept alive."

Luan Xin sneered and said, "I didn't completely wrong you."

No matter what the situation is, Gu Chi is the one with the strongest murderous intention.

A treacherous minister is a treacherous minister, he is the same in dreams and in reality.

Gu Chi was a little confused by what he said.

What does it mean to say these inexplicable gibberish? Do you think you can get away with it by pretending to be a ghost?

Shen Tang asked: "How much did you hear?"

Luan Xin asked back: "Why does the Lord insist on killing Qiu Wenyan?"

He finally asked the question and waited for the answer.

Shen Tang was surprised by his address. Looking at the sword in his hand, his fragile expression, and his watery eyes that seemed to be about to cry, she felt that she had let him down. Gu Chi also noticed it and secretly gave her an elbow.

Secret voice transmission: [Master?]

Listen, I am just calling you Lord.

This old minister of Qiu Wenyan actually called the Lord to come?

Where did you get into this romantic debt again?

Shen Tang was speechless. He knew that it was impossible to keep this person alive, but he didn't mind letting him know before he died: "Why do you have to kill him? First, it's to kill the chicken to scare the monkey, otherwise everyone will think I can step on him. Second, he has offended Gong Xichou."

Luan Xin guessed the first reason, but didn't know there was a second one. He smiled bitterly and asked, "When did you offend General Gongxi?"

Shen Tang: "Not long ago, in front of the battle."

Luan Xin murmured: "In front of the battle?"

"Look, you old pervert... It was Qiu Wenyan. When he broke through the defense, he cursed in front of the three armies, 'Gong Xichou, I'll fuck your ancestors'. Gong Xichou cares about his ancestors' household registration the most. If I don't kill him, Gong Xichou will kill him secretly."

Luan Xin had no doubt about this possibility.

This is something Gong Xichou could do.

The Lord would not let Wen Yangong go, but Gong Xichou would not let him.

He sighed and said, "I see."

Shen Tang said to Luan Xin: "I can't keep you."

Seeing the familiar long sword against his neck, Luan Xin's chaotic heart regained its tranquility once again, and he said softly, "Xin Zhi."

Before Shen Tang cut his neck, he made a request.

"Your Majesty, can you let Xin do it himself?"

Shen Tang narrowed his eyes slightly, but did not refuse: "Please."

Luan Xin held the sword across his neck, and with complicated eyes, he glanced at Gu Chi and Shen Tang: "My Lord, goodbye."

After saying this, he drew his sword and committed suicide without any regret.

As his consciousness was swallowed by darkness, a strong feeling of suffocation dragged him into the bottomless abyss. In the void, Luan Xin suddenly opened his eyes, strongly resisting the squeeze of the external force.

"Who do you think you are!" In the void, he suddenly turned around and faced a blurry shadow face to face. He could see some panic in the other's eyes, "You dare to take over my body?"

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It was so painful. I couldn’t help but scroll through Xiaohongshu for more than ten hours. I couldn’t stop. I couldn’t control my hands. This was the first time I realized that my self-control was so poor…

PS: No update yet, I’ll update during the day, I can’t stand staying up late anymore.