The most ferocious sword of the Imperial City Division

Gu Junting was stumbling over his words. After holding it in for a long time, he finally managed to say something out, "How about I kill myself when I get back? Then you can let our third room go, okay?"

The spring wind seems to have eyes, drilling here and there.

It brushes against people's faces and hearts, seeming to make everything that was originally harsh become a little gentler.

Gu Shiwei looked at Gu Junting in front of him coldly, "If you are upright, you are not afraid of the shadow. If you have done nothing wrong, are you afraid of ghosts knocking on your door?"

"Gu Yucheng and Gu Changgeng ended up like this not because of my hand, but because they asked for it. You are eating the rice made by Gu Changgeng with Gu Qiniang's blood, and supporting Gu Yucheng to step on the corpse of my father, mother and little brother. The umbrella you held up...how dare you talk about innocence in front of me?"

"I think no one in the world knows better than you whether the guillotine will be chopped off if you hold it in your own hands."

As Gu Shinwei spoke, he glanced at the "people from the crowd" in front of him. Seeing her looking at her coldly, several heads from the third room trembled in fright. They all shrank their necks and put their heads back. .

The forty-nine family rules train the Gu family like soldiers in a military camp, with an inexplicable discipline and neatness engraved in their bones.

Gu Shiwei said, ignoring Gu Junting who was blushing and about to say something, and jumped over the wall directly into the Imperial City Department.

Gu Junting's eyes only felt blurred. The fiery red robe had disappeared. He turned to look at the Han family's carriage that had not moved in front of the imperial city gate. He stamped his feet and trotted towards his family in the corner. past.

Bianjing City is like a frying pan exploding these days. Before the last thing that shocked people for half a year has been heard, the next one comes again.

The dead and the imprisoned were like a revolving lantern, but the three people who stirred up the trouble remained the same. Now everyone in the capital is in danger, and the elegant people call them the "three culprits". The one who spoke harshly called "Three Shit Stirring Sticks".

Gu Junting felt uneasy in his heart. He looked at the young man from the third house who was looking at him eagerly, and shook his head uneasily.

"Dad, let's go back to Yuezhou! Don't our third uncle's family have no heirs? Why don't we ask my uncle to adopt our house? Since he let his uncle secretly raise a Gu Junbao outside, isn't he also doing this? I have made preparations, thinking about the possibility of today?"

"Now everyone knows about Gu Junbao. Not to mention the Seventeenth Sister, even if the aunt comes out of prison in two days, it is impossible for him to be spared."

"If we leave this place of right and wrong at this time, my grandfather will be furious, but he may not agree."

Seeing his father's hesitation, Gu Junting sighed softly. He suddenly understood what Gu Shiwei said. He was enjoying the benefits of the Gu family and receiving the protection of the Gu family, so he had no shame in mentioning innocence.

"Dad, I know that my grandfather is a Beijing official who can go to the early court, and he is also considered a figure in Bianjing City; Gu Jun'an is the consort, and our Gu family has Princess Fushun as our backer. Gu Shinwei is alone, so he may not have any backup plans."

"We are now the sons of officials. When we are adopted into our third uncle's home, we will become the sons of farmers."

Gu Sanbo was boiling dumplings in the teapot. He had many thoughts in his mind but could not express them in his mouth. Hearing what his son said, he nodded hurriedly.

Gu Junting shook his head, "If the king of hell fights, the kid will suffer. If we don't leave, it will be too late."

When Gu Sanbo heard this, he became confused and said, "Kekeke... let me think about it again..."

…    Gu Shiwei leaned against the corner and listened to the conversation of Sanfang and his family until they all disappeared. Then he gently walked in, stroking the hilt of his sword and carrying the box of snacks from Han Shiyan. Zhang Chunting’s yard.

There was a squeaking sound in the yard, and a fat crow was stuffed into the empty bird cage at some point.

When the crow saw the person coming, Doudou's eyes showed a look of fear, and he made a shrill cry.

Gu Shinwei couldn't help but twitch the corner of her mouth. Why did she feel like a bully teasing a young lady on the street...

"Mr. Gu still knows that you are receiving a salary from the Imperial City Department. I thought that my small temple could not accommodate a big Buddha like you, so you went to Kaifeng Mansion to be a bastard for Wang Yi and that old bald man to find another job. .”

Gu Shenwei was startled and his pace quickened a bit, "Who is the old bald man? I saw that Wang Fuyin's hair is very thick!"

As soon as she entered the door, she subconsciously looked at the recliner where Zhang Chunting often sat, but saw that it was empty.

Following the sound of her breathing, she turned around and looked over. Zhang Chunting, who was wearing official uniform and hat, was standing by the window with his hands behind his back.

Gu Shiwei followed Zhang Chunting's gaze and looked over. The window was closed. There was nothing except the white window paper. Even the carvings on the window frame were quite satisfactory, making it impossible to find anything worth looking at.

Zhang Chunting, what is he standing there looking at?

What are you thinking again?

Just as Gu Shiwei was thinking, he saw Zhang Chunting turn around and look over. He had a pair of extremely powerful red and phoenix eyes. When he looked sideways at him, he looked like a napping beast suddenly glanced over, which made people never expect it. His beauty only made me shudder deeply.

Gu Shiwei felt the actual murderous intention and immediately stopped laughing. She was still holding the food box in her right hand and had no time to turn it over.

The unused left hand has been subconsciously placed on the hilt of the sword...

The room suddenly became tense.

Zhang Chunting wants to kill her?

Just when Gu Shiwei was about to lose control and wanted to fight back, Zhang Chunting suddenly withdrew his gaze. He looked through the window at the bird cage outside the window, "Concubine Su knew that the bird she raised was dead. I was very sad, so in order to appease her, I found an identical one and kept it in a cage."

"This crow is a wild bird outside. Usually it eats carrion and fights eagles, which can be considered a bird of prey. I thought it could toil for a few days."

"Unexpectedly, its vision is shallow. Within two days of its arrival, it was blinded by wealth and its heart was filled with comfort. It is really a useless thing."

Gu Shiwei's hand holding the sword relaxed again, and she silently placed the food box on the table beside her.

Zhang Chunting glanced at the box and sneered, "The stupid cook of the Han family made it in a total of eighteen varieties. When Han Shi served it at the banquet, he would eat the almond cake first, and then use that ugly rabbit-shaped ghost thing. , the third bite will be sweet-scented osmanthus cake..."

"If you want to poison him, put it among these three and kill one of them."

He said, looking at Gu Shiwei, "I overcame all the opinions and asked you to join the Imperial City Division, not to avenge your personal revenge, nor to let you follow a dragon and a phoenix. Don't you know how much trouble you have caused me? ?”