Back Off, Let Me Come

The voices in the house were sometimes clear, as if the master 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 had the same answer. Wang Chao, did you write it because you listened to my heart?"

Gu Chi smiled and said: "No, it was a telepathic connection."

Qiu Shi sent the ransom money, and Qiu Cheng had to die.

He had to die!

Luan Xin almost bit his lower lip until it bled.

It turned out that they had a telepathic connection, it really was a telepathic connection.

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. It was the master and Gu Wangchao who forced her to death tacitly. Many years ago, his guess at Qiu Wenyan's funeral was true!

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

And he knew that Gu Chi had such a scholar's way, but he still ignored many doubts and forced himself to accept a relatively acceptable result. Who can be blamed for all this? Blame Gu Wangchao for his cunning, or blame himself for being so stupid that he easily fell into the spider web woven by the wise master? Obediently became the prey? At the beginning, he clearly wanted to endure the hatred for several years and then look for a good opportunity.

He even said that he wanted the master to die because of the scholar's way of the ministers.

He planned to let her die under Qi Yuanliang's murder of the master.

However, he betrayed himself.

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

What could she do wrong?

No one is a saint, so who can be without fault?

Those who made mistakes were flatterers who acted on their own initiative.

The fault lies with Gu Wangchao, not Shen Youli.

For many years, he firmly believed in this and never thought about the doubts - the lord was decisive in killing, and he was familiar with conspiracies and plots. He had ruled his subordinates for many years without asking them to stir up trouble. How could such a lord, Gu Wangchao, dare to act on his own initiative?

Why was Gu Wangchao not reprimanded for acting on his own initiative?

It is true that she treated Gu Ren's descendants well, let Wu Xian survive to fulfill the reputation of "Tangdi Love" among the people, and did not hesitate to confer titles on the two - the treatment that all the meritorious ministers did not get, let these two get it - but, is the lord really so kind that he is confused?

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

Her killing and decisiveness have not changed for more than ten years.

Would such a master be deceived by Gu Wangchao?

Luan Xin still remembered the shock he felt when he first knew about Gu Chi's way of a scholar. His first reaction was [Shen Youli must not know his way of a scholar], [This matter may be used as a handle to alienate the monarch and his minister] - the lord would like a minister who could figure out his intentions and enjoy the other party's guessing all his thoughts on him, but he would never tolerate his thoughts being exposed under the other party's nose, which is the biggest taboo for the superior!

Once she knew, Gu Wangchao would definitely die.

Then he realized that he had thought too much.

She knew Gu Chi's ability and didn't mind Gu Chi hearing all her thoughts. She even enjoyed this overly intimate connection. Luan Xin was confused, bewildered, and puzzled. His usual cognition was broken by the lord's strong impact. The strong impact enveloped him from head to toe, and the world he saw changed from chaotic and dark to bright and dazzling! He could force his body not to think about her advantages, but he could not stop his soul from being attracted by this color, nor could he make his mind cooperate with his body.

The better she was, 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, he would always bring out a bunch of advantages that made him upset. This abnormal emotional tug repeatedly tortured Luan Xin, and once caused his wife to suspect: [Does your husband have two colors outside? ]

[What two colors? ]

Under Luan Xin's calm surface was thunder.

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

Leisurely, tossing and turning.

Isn't this missing someone else?

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 Qiu Cheng's account for many years. At that time, Luan Xin was a household official. He had a lot of work to do, but he didn't have to rack his brains to plan and calculate. Why did he need to toss and turn? Since it was not for official business, it could only be for a specific person.

Luan Xin lay back, pulled the quilt towards her with his backhand, turned sideways and left a sentence: [Don't think too much. ]

He was thinking about the second master.

Luan Xin thought about being loyal to the second master sincerely.

This idea was really crazy!

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

Yes, he shouldn't do this.

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

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

To this day, he asks himself——

"Is the master wrong?"

"She is not wrong."

"Who is wrong?"

"It's you, Luan Gongyi, who is wrong."

"You are deceiving yourself!"

"You are ungrateful!"

Every accusation was finally directed at himself.

In comparison, even Gu Chi seemed less annoying.

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

A thunderclap exploded in his ears, and his whole body was like an electric current flowing through his body. His hands and feet were numb, but his consciousness was clearer than ever before.

He recognized the owner of this voice, it was Qiu Cheng.

The scenery in front of him changed drastically, the surrounding scenery was enlarged, and 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 it was an old face.

[My clinic doesn't support idlers. You can stay here, but you have to work. Leave as soon as your leg injury heals.]

A few days later.

The old voice was full of 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 you. I just want to point you to a good place. Do you want to go?]

He stepped into the Luan Mansion and had a sister.

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

His dark and thin body became 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 high-spirited young man to a muddy place. He saw a pot of boiling water pouring down, mercilessly turning his bloody flesh white.

He forgot how long he had been in hell.

The evil ghost in hell laughed: [Justice?]

Li He 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: [Brother Wen Yan asked, I naturally have to give this face, anyway, he has been taught a lesson, this matter ends here. There is just one thing, Brother Wen Yan should know how taboo people like us are about those unjustifiable stains, let alone stains that climb up our heads! ]

Qiu Cheng promised: [Of course. ]

Luan Xin was able to escape: [Lady, go back to Luan Mansion. ]

That is not his sister, let alone his home.

Qiu Cheng saw that he was depressed, often visited him, and took the initiative to offer him a place to stay: [Although Qiu has no talent for managing the world, he has also accumulated some good reputation after years of hard work. If Gongyi doesn't mind, you may come over. This is exactly what we need a staff strategist. 】

Luan Xin shook his head, fearing that the other party would misunderstand him, and explained that he wanted to go out to travel and 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 maze, he would definitely gain something.

Qiu Cheng heard this and smiled and bowed his hands to bless him: [In this case, I wish you a long-term literary career and look forward to meeting you next time. ]

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

Qiu Cheng gave him a way to live.

If it weren’t for Qiu Cheng, his life would have been buried that year.

Another thunderclap pulled Luan Xin’s chaotic thoughts back.

[Luan Gongyi, you know everything but pretend not to know! ] The long-lost, young, and high-spirited Qiu Cheng stood beside him, looking down at his eyes, his tone seemed to be reproachful and helpless, [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 thief without any regrets? ]

Please...collect 6...books...!

Luan Xin: [She is not a thief. ]

[Or, can you retreat with a clear conscience? ]

[No. ]

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

Luan Xin's voice trembled: [...No. ]

[Then you have no way to retreat! ]

After 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 often hung on his sword belt. It was a simple and bright long sword with an extremely thin and bright blade that could reflect his face.

It was the master's sword.

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

His fingers trembled as he grasped the hilt and picked up the sword.

The moment the sword touched his neck, a small blood mark was left. He only needed to exert a little force on his wrist, and this sword that could cut through iron like mud could take him away just like the 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 overflowing from his chest, and a little madness could be heard. Luan Xin was sure that the words that the master often said were true. Whether they were scholars with a literary mind or warriors with a brave heart, none of them were mentally normal: "Is this play good?"

The evil spirit stained his eyebrows and eyes, and there was a bit of gloom!

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

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

"Go to Tangyuan and tell Supia Laocai... ah, no, tell Wen Yangong the good news that Qiu's family has sent the ransom money. He is free again, and I will send someone to escort him back to Qiu's family tomorrow." Shen Tang's joyful voice entered Luan Xin's ears. The next second, Luan Xin, who was ignored by the whole world, felt his presence again, and the two people in the room were startled by his breath.

"Who is outside?"

A palm wind rushed towards Luan Xin.

Not fatal, but it can make people unable to move.

Shen Tang and Gu Chi rushed out, Luan Xin looked at the two people standing on the opposite side, and the two people also looked at him. 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 minister under Qiu Wenyan's account?" Gu Chi recognized Luan Xin. When he thought of what he and the master had just planned, Gu Chi wanted to kill him and said, "Master, this person cannot be kept."

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

No matter what the situation is, Gu Chi has the strongest killing intention.

A flatterer is a flatterer, and he is the same in dreams and outside.

Gu Chi was a little puzzled by what he said.

What does it mean to say these gibberish for no reason? Do you think you can get away with your life by pretending to be a ghost?

Shen Tang said, "How much did you hear?"

Luan Xin asked back, "Why did the Lord want to kill Qiu Wenyan?"

He finally asked this question and waited for the answer.

Shen Tang was surprised by his address. Looking at the sword in his hand, his broken and fragile expression, and his watery eyes that were almost about to cry, she felt that he had let him down for no reason. Gu Chi also noticed it and gave her an elbow secretly.

Secret voice transmission: [Lord? ]

Listen, I was just calling him lord.

This old minister of Qiu Wenyan actually called him Lord?

Where did he get into trouble 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 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 Gong Xi?"

Shen Tang: "Not long ago, on the battlefield."

Luan Xin murmured: "On the battlefield?"

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

Luan Xin has no doubt about this possibility.

This is something Gong Xichou can do.

Even if the master can let Wen Yangong go, Gong Xichou will not.

He sighed, "So that's how it is."

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

Looking at the familiar long sword against his neck, Luan Xin's chaotic heart regained its tranquility again, and he whispered, "Xin knows."

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

"You don't have to do it, can you let Xin do it himself?"

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

Luan Xin raised the sword across his neck, and gave Gu Chi a complicated look, and gave Shen Tang many looks: "My Lord, goodbye."

After saying that, he raised the sword and killed himself without any reluctance.

As his consciousness was swallowed by darkness, the 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 saw some panic in the other's eyes, "Dare to take over my body?"

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It was too 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, I'll update during the day. I can't stand staying up late.