As if he had never admired pride for his seamlessness.

Fame and reputation, twenty-three years!

What a good eight words.

"Therefore, in the view of Master Taishi, 'heart' is more important than 'trace', and 'process' is more important than 'result'."

"Even if Xue Kuang let go of the Xiongnu general Nayeza several times, raised his troops in battle, emptied the treasury, and took tens of thousands of lives in the south of the Yangtze River on his back, the evidence of raising his troops to rebel is an unintentional mistake."

"He's still a hero"

"I am a sinister, cunning, vicious villain, who has saved thousands of people, and is also a hypocrite who seeks fame..."

Gu Juefei's voice was very slow, very slow, and seemed to require a lot of force.

He remembered that rainy night six years ago.

He took the secret letter intercepted from the border and questioned him why he had tipped Xue Kuang about it.

What can be exchanged?

In exchange for being kicked out of the house!

Others say that he Gu Juefei is a god in the sky;

Gu Chengqian thought that he was a monster in painted skin;

But only he, believing it to be true, cut open his own flesh and blood to see clearly: what was huddled inside was just a poor worm, a bereaved dog!

Finally, a smile slowly hung on his lips.

Gu Juefei thinks he is a very interesting person: "It is said that Xue Kuang was cut into pieces by random knives, and there are no bones left. But now, I have unprecedented hope that he is still alive. Somewhere, waiting for a comeback and rebellion. Okay. Tell you an old fool, open your eyes and see clearly."

His voice was as ethereal as the flying wind, neither in the sky nor in the ground, let alone any fireworks.

But at the moment when his voice fell, Gu Chengqian finally couldn't bear it anymore, picked up the soup bowl in front of the case, and smashed it at him!

"Rebel!"

"Snapped!"

A blast!

The soup bowl fell on Gu Juefei's body, and because the force was too strong, he held it on the carving of the red sandalwood backrest behind him.

Crashed, shattered instantly!

Sober soup poured all over.

On the left side of the neck, a shallow bloodstain was scratched by the sharp broken ceramic pieces.

Gu Juefei sat still and didn't dodge.

He looked at the old lady who was standing opposite, his chest heaving and he was too angry to speak, and suddenly found that his temples were really white.

like snow.

For a moment, remembered what had happened in the past ten days.

There are a thousand and ten thousand words in heart, but in the end, didn't say it.

Gu Juefei stood up without a word, stepped on the broken tiles all over the floor, and walked outside.

As soon as the door of the study was opened, a gust of cold wind "hula" poured in, blowing his green robe and the crane cloak.

He went out the door and never looked back.

Resolute, just like six years ago, that pouring rainy night——

Braving the cold rain, went to the Jokhang Temple all the way, and lived in seclusion on the snow-green top.

Live for six years, and be silent for six years!

When he went up the mountain, he was still famous, and he was a weak young man; when he went down the mountain, the reputation was still there, but he was about to stand...

six years...

How many six years can you wait?

Six years ago, he could have driven him out of the house.

Six years later, he still wants to support the Gu family, but he has no other choice!

But why...

Are you going to ask Xue Kuang when you come back?

Did he think that six years later, he would regret it?

There has never been a "pass", where does the "regret" come from?

Gu Juefei suddenly felt very tired and naive: as long as he was standing under the high wall, when he heard the play, he should have extinguished his last fantasy about Gu Chengqian.

Cracks, like the chasm, have long been irreparable.

Woshanju is not far ahead.

Gu Juefei could see it at a glance, and he could also see the shadows lingering inside, but now he didn't even want to go back at all, so he simply turned around and headed west.

——He was afraid that if he stayed in the mansion, if he couldn't think of it, he would strangle the old fool to death!

The West Corner Gate is coming soon.

Not long after the banquet was over, the house was busy, and there were no servants nearby. Gu Juefei pursed his lips and kicked the door.

"boom."

The two doors, which were hidden, opened at once.

outside the door.

Lu Jinxi just bent down, picked up the dirty prescription on the page, held it in his hand, and hadn't had time to look at it.

She had been waiting for Lu Jiuling at the front door.

It was just a gust of wind just now that blew a page of paper, and when she saw that the handwriting was familiar, she couldn't hold back and came out to check it.

The door opened defenselessly.

She heard the movement, startled, and looked back.

At this moment, Gu Juefei didn't even have time to put away the messy emotions, and there was only a coldness in his eyes, and he collided with her sight.

Xue Kuang's wife.

Chapter 36: On Taoism

Lu Jinxi was holding the prescription, standing still.

The afterglow of the setting sun, cast from the cracks in the clouds, spilled over half of the alley. The golden-red brilliance dyed her ivory-white skin, making her crescent-shaped bun like a crow's wings, a little more luster, and even lessened the coldness brought by the lake green tangled branches and striped robes on her body.

Even the string of white jade beads on the forehead was as moist as ruby.

There was a faint surprise in her eyes.

It's just that in those clear eyes, there is a feeling under the moonlight, but there is a kind of softness, even if I am a little more surprised at this moment, it seems that I didn't expect someone to come out from the corner door, let alone that the person who came out would. Same as him.

Ten days ago, they met.

Gu Juefei did not forget this, nor did Lu Jinxi.

When she saw Gu Juefei at the afternoon banquet, she actually recognized him as the one who looked at her at the Jokhang Temple.

It's just that Gu Juefei at that time was somewhat different from Gu Juefei at the banquet.

And the Gu Juefei at the moment is different from the Gu Juefei saw on both sides before.

The most conspicuous is the mess on the Xuan Qinghe cloak, as if it had been splashed by something, and even a thin bloodstain was left on the neck on the left side, as if it had been injured by a sharp object.

The eyebrows are slightly cold, and the lip line is pursed.

At this moment, his whole body is tense, it seems to be a little stiff, and the emotions in his eyes are more like clouds.

One is in the door, the other is outside the door.

The mutual scrutiny is just a matter of flashing thoughts.

Lu Jinxi realized that she might have bumped into the state of this painted skin demon who didn't want to be seen...

Although she didn't know what happened, she politely and restrained withdrew her gaze, as if she had just recognized him, she nodded slightly, and lowered her eyebrows, so that the gaze was less visible, and said: "It turns out that it's Young Master Gu, you're polite."

Soft voice.

bona fide.

Gu Juefei is a very sensitive person. He could see the intention of her every move almost immediately. At that moment, there was a kind of complexity that was extremely difficult to describe.

Only when his father scolded him for "killing Zhongliang", a bowl of sober soup was thrown out.

When he came out, he bumped into the "loyal and good widow", but the "widow" had no idea what he was doing, and had gentle kindness and consideration.

Gu Juefei couldn't taste what he felt in his heart.

The man stood in the door, his eyes drooping, and when he lifted it up again, all the leaked emotions and the mess in his heart disappeared.

When Lu Jinxi looked up at him again, she was already a flawless Gu Juefei.

Appearance and demeanor, handsome and warm.