The Grand Secretary’s Pampered Wife

An Guogong looked at her and said, "Jiaojiao, what's wrong with you? Is there something wrong with this sword?"

An Guogong loves Gu Jiao, and every little expression of her falls into his eyes.

Gu Jiao didn't know how to explain it.

Mr. An knew his precious girl very well, he would take the soft but not the hard, he said with a sad face: "Jiaojiao, you must tell Dad if you have anything to do, don't keep it a secret, or I will worry."

The adoptive father is also a father.

He claimed to be like this on the day of his wedding, Gu Jiao didn't think much about it.

His tone was so soft that it was hard to resist.

But where does this start with?

When Gu Jiao was considering her words, Henry Xiao and Xuanyuan Qi came over.

As soon as the two entered the room, they noticed that something was wrong with the atmosphere.

"Father, Jiaojiao." Xiao Heng greeted and asked, "Did something happen? You have weird expressions."

An Guogong looked at Gu Jiao, as if waiting for her answer.

Gu Jiao sighed helplessly: "Okay, Manager Zheng, please take everyone down first."

"Okay!" Zheng Guanshi called out the servants in the room.

Several people sat down around the Eight Immortals Table. On Gu Jiao's left was An Guogong, on the right was Xuanyuan Qi, and on the opposite was Xiao Heng.

"Let's talk." Anguo said.

"I had a dream." Gu Jiao told about her dream of dying by this sword.

"It's just a dream, Jiaojiao doesn't have to take it seriously." An Guogong comforted, not sure if he was comforting Gu Jiao or himself.

Xuanyuan Qi's face turned serious, and he remained silent.

"What else did you dream about?" Xiao Heng asked.

Gu Jiao thought for a while, and said truthfully: "I dreamed that Yan State was fighting with Liang State and Jin State. Xuanyuan Army and many people died in the hands of Chu Feipeng and Gongsun Yu."

She was dead, Chin Kung was dead, everyone was dead.

Xiao Heng finally understood why she led the Black Wind Rider to fight in person. She wanted to rewrite everyone's fate.

In fact,

And she did.

She killed Gongsun Yu with her own hands, and she turned the wheel of fate.

It's his Jiaojiao...

How lucky was he to marry such a nice Jiaojiao?

He was distressed and moved, held her hand, and said softly: "Gongsun Yu is dead, Chu Feipeng has also become a useless person, and everything in the dream will never happen again."

"Yeah." Gu Jiao nodded.

Xuanyuan Qi suddenly said, "Is that swordsman dead?"

An Guogong looked at him: "This is just a dream, why do you really believe it?"

Those dreams about the battlefield, in his opinion, can be understood as the tension before the battle.

Xiao Heng also glanced at Xuanyuan Qi quite unexpectedly, and hearing Xuanyuan Qi's tone, he seemed to believe that Gu Jiao's dream had a special meaning.

Xuanyuan Qi...does he know what?

Gu Jiao was concentrating on thinking about the sword, and didn't spare any extra brainpower to think about Xuanyuanqi's reaction.

She shook her head in a daze: "I don't know who that swordsman is, so I'm not sure if he's dead or not."

Many people died in this battle, maybe the swordsman was dead, maybe not yet.

Moreover, the Battle of Pucheng was nine years earlier than in the dream. In other words, she met the swordsman nine years later, and that swordsman might still be a child at this moment.

Maybe in nine years, he won't be a swordsman anymore.

They wouldn't all be like Gongsun Yu's four subordinates, who were already cancerous early on.

"Sail carefully, Wannian Ship." The matter was about Gu Jiao, Xuanyuan Qi didn't want to be careless, so he asked again, "Is that swordsman from Jin? Or from Liang?"

Gu Jiao shook her head: "I don't know either."

She didn't know anything about the other party, she pierced someone's heart from behind.

If it weren't for the extra perspective brought by the dream, she wouldn't even know what kind of mask the other party was wearing.

"Can you draw that mask?" Xiao Heng asked.

"I'll try." Gu Jiao said.

Xiao Heng went to get a pen and paper, but Gu Jiao's brush was not very good, so she sketched with charcoal.

After painting, I am quite satisfied.

"That's about it."

She put the painting on the table.

The three of them stared at the fang mask on the painting together, unable to imagine its origin.

"There is also this sword." Xuanyuan Qi said, "I will write a letter later and ask the national teacher about the origin of the sword."

An Guogong nodded: "Okay."

Gu Jiao paused, and said: "About this sword, I suddenly remembered a person, maybe I don't need to ask the national teacher, just ask him!"

...

After the newly married couple left, An Guogong sat in a wheelchair, turned his head to look at Xuanyuan Qi who was lost in thought, and expressed his doubts: "You seem to really believe in your Jiaojiao's nightmare."

Xuanyuan Qi said: "She can see it in her dream."

An Guogong was startled.

Xuanyuan Qi said: "She has been rewriting everyone's fate. Now, it's someone's turn to rewrite her."

It would be best for the assassin to be dead. If he is not dead, he will find him himself and kill him!

...

June in Beijing is hot and dry.

A pair of master and servant walked listlessly on the busy street, and vendors pushing carts passed by from time to time, almost bumping into them.

"Be careful! How are you walking!"

The guard in gray turned sideways and blocked his son with his body.

Seeing that he had a sword on his waist, the peddler who had been scolded by him rolled his eyes and left without daring to speak out.

"My lord, my lord, how long are we going to spend in Zhaoguo? That monk refuses to confess, we can't beat him, we can't talk about it, we can't—"

The gray-clothed guard was talking, and felt that there was no movement behind him. When he turned around, he was startled, "My lord? Where have you been?"

Master Mingyue was covered in a sack.

Gu Jiao dragged the small sack into the side alley.

Here, the horse-drawn carriage of Xuanpinghou Mansion has been waiting for a long time.

Gu Jiao threw the man onto the carriage, clapped her hands, jumped up, and sat down beside Xiao Heng.

After the battle, she hardly moved her muscles and bones, and Gu Jiao's hands were itchy.

She glanced at the sack on the ground and said very seriously: "I don't think he will confess obediently, we have to torture him to extract a confession."

"I recruit!" said the man in the sack.

Gu Jiao: "???"

I haven't said what I'm going to ask!

Gu Jiao's raised feet froze in the air, feeling extremely wronged.

Xiao Heng smiled lightly, held her soft hand, rubbed her thumb gently against her fingertips, and whispered: "Go back and make up for you."

Gu Jiao said: "I want the kind that is stuffed with sauce."

Xiao Heng laughed lowly, his eyes were like shattered starlight: "Okay."

Someone in the sack: Hello? Interrogation is interrogation, don't stuff me with dog food!

Gu Jiao released Young Master Mingyue from the sack.

Young Master Mingyue sat down on the stool beside Xiao Heng, waved the folding fan in his hand, and said: "What do you want to ask, ask, I am in a good mood today, and I don't care about you."

Gu Jiao looked at Xiao Heng: "He is stubborn, can I beat him?"

Master Mingyue was shocked!

Good girl, why do you always want to beat someone up!

"Wait, girl, what happened to your face?"

The light in the carriage was dim, but he had excellent eyesight, and he could still see the suffocatingly beautiful face clearly.

He could barely take his eyes off it either.

Oh my god, is this girl under a gu? How could she become a big beauty after not seeing her for a month?

Xiao Heng: "Okay, now you can beat me up."

Young Master Mingyue: "...!!"

"Don't look, I don't want to look at it!"

He closed his eyes eagerly.

"No." Gu Jiao said.

"No, you..." In the middle of his words, he felt something flying towards him, and he instinctively raised his hand to grab it, and it turned out to be a sword.

The familiar touch made his heart tremble, he opened his eyes suddenly, and looked down at the long sword in his hand.

In order for him to see more clearly, Gu Jiao lit up the oil lamp on the small table.

His reaction was fully seen by Gu Jiao, Gu Jiao basically knew it, but she still asked for proof: "Is this the sword you are looking for?"

"Yes, it is it." Young Master Mingyue did not conceal or deny it, he stroked the hilt of the sword in his hand in disbelief, his arms and fingertips were trembling slightly due to his nervousness and excitement.

"It really is in your hands..."

Gu Jiao didn't explain that she only got it today: "What's the origin of this sword? Don't lie, I'm afraid you won't get out of the carriage alive."

A cold light flashed in the eyes of Mr. Mingyue, and the murderous aura burst out from his body in an instant, but only for a moment, he groaned and covered his heart.

The murderous aura also dissipated.

"Are you injured?" Gu Jiao asked.

"No, it's not an injury." As for what it is, he didn't say much, but said to the two of them, "I'll tell you how it came from, can you give it back to me? It's not free, you can ask for a price. "

He said yes.

Xiao Heng said lightly: "Say it first, if we are satisfied with what you say, then we will consider whether to agree to your conditions."

Gu Jiao nodded: "That's right, that's it!"

A tangle appeared in the eyes of Mr. Mingyue. Logically, he could not reveal his identity, but in order to get the sword back, he had no choice but to betray his promise.

He said resignedly, "It is my master's sword."

Xiao Heng asked: "Who is your master?"

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