Traitor Concubine Growth Manual

Chapter 144

Gu Chushi rushed back to the capital almost non-stop. The heavy snow covered him with a layer of silver frost. His hands were already frozen stiff from holding the reins tightly, but there was no expression on his face. place ahead.

There were only twenty of his bodyguards following him, and all of them were loyal.

When entering the city gate, the soldiers guarding the gate blocked the way as usual and asked him to reveal his identity. Gu Chushi didn't blink, his face was so cold that there was no temperature at all, and his horse speed did not slow down at all.

The guard behind him yelled, "Give way, Prince Gong has returned to Beijing!"

The soldiers guarding the city were startled, and looked again, who is it if it's not Prince Gong?So he quickly backed away and made way for the road.

When he finally arrived at the other courtyard in the south of the city, Gu Chushi got off his horse and walked over quickly, but when he really stood in front of the small courtyard, he hesitated again.

Those trembling hands caressed the tawny door, and finally pushed it open slowly.

The yard was also covered with thick snow, and he saw a woman lying quietly on top of the white snow, her face was plain and lifeless.

For a moment, he felt that the sky was getting dark, and he didn't even know how he got to her side. Finally, he knelt down numbly and reached out to touch her face.

It was cold, the temperature was exactly the same as his hand, but his hand was still soft, while her skin was already stiff, even showing an abnormal white color due to the long time of death, just because it had been well hidden all the time. In the snow, so intact.

Gu Chushi's lips had been frozen dark purple for a long time, but now he opened his mouth tremblingly, and called out, "Nan'er..."

The voice was deep and hoarse, as if it had been ground by sand, very unpleasant.

A moment later, he took the long dead person into his arms as if going crazy, and called her name hysterically.

Nan'er, Nan'er, his Nan'er...

He finally had nothing, the country he wanted, the throne he wanted, and now he has nothing, he has already lost his love.

He thought of so many sunny days when he walked out of the palace without knowing where to go.There is a mad mother in the mansion, and the officialdom is full of despicable villains, so he chose to come to the small courtyard in the south of the city. Even if Naner quarreled with him, he would be happy with it. At least at that time, he felt that he was a A real person, not the Prince Gong who always wears a mask.

The person in his arms was lifeless, and he was submissive like never before. She would not be like this in the past. Once he approached her, she would fight hard.At that time, he wished so much that one day she could let him hug her so obediently, but it was a pity that finally came today... But she could no longer open her eyes and stare at him, and say some ugly words to stimulate him.

Gu Chushi hugged Nan'er's body, and finally closed his eyes. Big teardrops rolled down and scalded his face.

There was a roaring beast in his chest, clamoring to tear Mo Jiujiu's body to pieces and smash his bones into ashes, but that kind of hatred couldn't overcome the grief of losing his loved one, and he felt that he was about to lose his breath.

There was a sudden noise outside the door, and the twenty personal guards he brought were shot by a burst of arrows and all fell down. Then he heard footsteps calmly entering the small courtyard.

Mo Nineteen was wearing a black cloak, and slowly reached out to take off the hood of the cloak, revealing the same face as Gu Chushi, his long hair was tied behind his head with a jade crown, and the rest of his hair was blown by the wind in the snow Fluttering, it looks so gentle.

He smiled slightly, and said gracefully to the embarrassed Gu Chushi like a real son of a family: "You are back."

The voice was soft and sweet, like pearls falling into a jade plate, rare and moving.

Gu Chushi didn't look back, just leaned over and slowly placed the person in his arms, then stood up and turned around bit by bit.

Two people with the same faces stood facing each other like this, one was like a nobleman, with a state of beauty and beauty;

It's ridiculous, it seems like a complete change of identity.

Mo Nineteen's eyes fell on the woman, and he seemed to be regretful, and smiled slightly: "It's a pity that women are at their most beautiful at such an age."

Gu Chushi's eyes were deep and cold, and he locked him for a moment, and said word by word: "Did you do it yourself?"

"I don't like pictures that are too tragic. It just so happens that she has a face that looks exactly like yours. She will die better when she kills someone without warning." Mo Nineteen was still so gentle, "After all, I I still think about you, you gave me such a bright future, I will give you back a beautiful Naner."

While speaking, Gu Chushi's hand was already on the long sword at his waist. In the snow and ice, the long sword suddenly came out of its sheath, the sword was strong, and he rushed towards Mo Nineteen in a flash, his eyes were like ice, With the murderous intent to avenge Nan'er.

Mo Jiujiu just turned sideways and easily dodged the sword. He shook his head regretfully: "My lord's ability to plan and plot has been increasing day by day, but it's a pity that he's neglected in martial arts. Although this sword is heavy in murderous intent, it's not powerful enough. The techniques are too crude."

Gu Chushi didn't say a word, just stabbed at him again with a swipe of the sword, Mo Jiujiu still easily dodged it, and said with a smile: "This sword is better than the one just now, but it missed the mark."

One sword after another, Gu Chushi attacked him fiercely as if he was desperate for his life, but all these years, Mo Jiujiu's life has been spent in constant martial arts training.

He is a sharp sword, and now it pierces the owner's heart without mercy.

In the end, he finally moved his eyes, and stretched out his hand to hold Gu Chushi's sword. No matter how hard the opponent tried, he still held the sword firmly, even though bright red liquid had already oozed from the palm of his hand. Red plums generally bloom on the white snow.

Mo Jiujiu's smile finally subsided, his voice was gentle and cold, he looked at Gu Chushi steadfastly, and said slowly: "Does the prince know what it feels like when a sword cuts through a person's skin?"

Gu Chushi was still exerting strength, but he couldn't draw out the sword, but as he exerted strength, there were more and more red plums on the ground, blooming coquettishly and dazzlingly.

Mo Jiujiu's eyes became colder and colder: "Back then you asked someone to slash my face bit by bit, but did you ever think about how I would feel with each stab?"

Every cut was painful. He tried his best to dodge and yell, but the other party just blocked his mouth, tied him to the bed, and continued to move the knife very slowly.This is an extremely delicate task, if one mistake is made, the overall appearance of the person will be different, and in such slowness, his life would be worse than death, and he almost wants to commit suicide.

But he told himself that he wanted to live on, and he wanted to return all the pain of today to this superior person, but there was a difference in birth, so why did he have to be slaughtered like an ant?He doesn't accept it, he doesn't accept it!
"Compared to everything you did to me in the past, what I gave you back today is nothing worth mentioning." Mo Nineteen looked at the corpse on the ground with pity, "Look, I only gave her one sword, one sword It's just piercing through the heart...Compared to the knife that got through my face, isn't she much happier?"

Mo Jiu quickly grabbed the sword with his bare hands, and then stretched out his blood-stained hand to choke his neck. Looking at Gu Chushi struggling in vain, like a futile ant, there was that smile on his face again .

"You also have today?" He gradually increased the strength in his hands, enjoying the feeling of slashing the enemy with his hands.

It's a pity that the sound of a sharp weapon piercing the air suddenly came from next to his ears, Mo Jiujiu quickly let go of Gu Chushi, and turned sideways to avoid it, it was a long knife—unbiased, it just happened to be his weapon.

Outside the small courtyard, a person walked in through the snow with a smile on his face. His white shirt was like snow and as warm as jade.

Qin Shu smiled at him gently, and then looked at Gu Chushi who was in a state of embarrassment beside him: "My lord, I'm really sorry, I'm late."

(End of this chapter)