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 look of hers falls into his eyes.
Gu Jiao didn't know how to explain for a while.
An Guogong knew the baby girl too well. He said with a sad face, "Jiaojiao, if you have anything, you must tell daddy, don't hide it, or I will be worried."
The adoptive father is also the father.
On the day of his big wedding, he called himself this, and Gu Jiao didn't think much about it.
His tone was so soft it was hard to resist.
But where to start
While Gu Jiao was considering her words, Xiao Heng and Xuanyuan Qi came over.
As soon as the two entered the room, they noticed that something was wrong in the atmosphere.
"Father, Jiaojiao." Xiao Heng greeted and asked, "What happened? Your expressions are weird."
An Guogong looked at Gu Jiao and seemed to be waiting for her answer.
Gu Jiao sighed helplessly: "Okay, Steward Zheng, please take everyone down first."
"Okay!" Manager Zheng called the servants out of the room.
Several people sat around the table of the Eight Immortals. Gu Jiao was on the left with An Guogong, on the right was Xuanyuan Qi, and on the opposite side was Xiao Heng.
"Let's talk." Anguo was fair.
"I had a dream." Gu Jiao said about her dream of dying under this sword.
"It's just a dream, Jiaojiao doesn't have to take it seriously." An Guogong said comfortably, not knowing whether he was comforting Gu Jiao or comforting himself.
Xuanyuan Qi's face became solemn, and he remained silent.
"What else did you dream about?" Xiao Heng asked.
Gu Jiao thought for a while, but said truthfully, "I dreamed that the State of Yan was at war with the State of Liang and Jin, and Xuanyuan's army and many others died at the hands of Chu Feipeng and Gongsun Yu."
She is dead, Clearance is dead, everyone is dead.
Xiao Heng finally understood why she personally led the Black Wind Rider to fight, she wanted to rewrite everyone's fate.
In fact, she did.
She killed Gongsun Yu with her own hands, and she turned the wheel of fate.
It's his sweetheart...
Such a good Jiaojiao, how lucky is he to marry him
He was distressed and moved, held her hand, and said softly, "Gongsun Yu is dead, Chu Feipeng has become a cripple, 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 war.
Xiao Heng also glanced at Xuanyuanqi somewhat unexpectedly, and after listening to Xuanyuanqi's tone, he seemed to believe that Gu Jiao's dream had a special meaning.
Xuanyuan Qi... do you know what
Gu Jiao was thinking about the sword intently, and didn't have any extra brain power to think about Xuanyuan Qi's reaction.
She shook her head blankly: "I don't know who that swordsman is, so I'm not sure whether he is dead or not."
A lot of people died in this battle, maybe the swordsman has died, maybe not yet.
Moreover, the first battle in Pucheng was nine years earlier than in her dream. In other words, she was the swordsman she met nine years later, and the swordsman might still be a child at this time.
Maybe nine years from now, he won't be a swordsman.
They are not always like Gongsun Yu's four subordinates, who were already a cancer early on.
"Sail carefully, the ship of ten thousand years." It was about Gu Jiao, Xuanyuan Qi didn't want to be careless, 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 was piercing the heart from behind.
If it weren't for the extra perspective in 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. Gu Jiao's brush painting was not very good, so she sketched with charcoal.
After painting, I am quite satisfied.
"Almost so."
She put the painting on the table.
The three of them stared at the fang mask on the painting, and they couldn't imagine its origin.
"And this sword." Xuanyuanqi said, "Write back and ask the national teacher, what is 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 asking him is enough!"
…
After the newly married couple left, An Guogong sat in a wheelchair, turned his head to look at Xuanyuan Qi who was in deep thought, and expressed his doubts: "You seem to really believe in your Jiaojiao nightmare."
Xuanyuan Qi said, "She can see it in her dreams."
An Guogong was startled.
Xuanyuan Qi said: "She has been rewriting everyone's fate. Now, it's someone's turn to rewrite hers."
It's best that the assassin is dead. If he isn't dead, he will find him in person and kill him!
…
In June in Beijing, the weather is hot and dry.
A pair of masters and servants walked listlessly on the flowing streets, and from time to time there were hawkers pushing their stall carts passing by, almost colliding with them.
"Be careful! How do you walk!"
The gray-clothed guard turned sideways and blocked his son with his body.
The peddler who was scolded by him saw that he was wearing a sword on his waist, dared not speak, rolled his eyes and left.
"Master, master, how long do we have to spend in Zhao country? That monk refuses to explain, we can't beat it, and we can't say it, we can't—"
The gray-clothed guard was talking, feeling that there was no movement behind him, he turned around and was startled, "Master? Where have you been!"
Young Master Mingyue was sacked with sacks.
Gu Jiao dragged the small sack and walked into the alley next to her.
Here, the carriage of the Marquis of Xuanping has been waiting for a long time.
Gu Jiao threw the person 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 felt a little itchy.
She glanced at the sack on the ground and said very seriously: "I don't think he will obediently confess. We have to torture him to get the confession."
"I'll do it!" said the man in the sack.
Gu Jiao: "???"
I haven't said what I'm asking!
Gu Jiao's raised foot froze in mid-air, extremely aggrieved.
Xiao Heng smiled lightly, held her soft hand, rubbed her fingertips with her thumb, and whispered, "Go back and make up for you."
Gu Jiao said, "I want the kind made with sauce."
Xiao Heng laughed softly, his eyes were like broken stars: "Okay."
Someone in the sack: Hello? Interrogate, interrogate, 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, shook the folding fan in his hand, and said, "What do you want to ask, just ask, I am in a good mood today, so I don't care about you."
Gu Jiao looked at Xiao Heng: "He's tough, can I beat him?"
Young Master Mingyue's tiger body was shocked!
Good girl, why do you always want to beat people!
"Wait, girl, what's wrong with your face?"
The light inside the carriage was dim, but he had excellent eyesight, and he could still see the suffocating face.
He could barely look away either.
God, is this girl caught in a gu? How did she become a beauty after not seeing her for a month
Xiao Heng: "Okay, you can beat him now."
Young Master Mingyue: "...!!"
"Don't watch it, I won't watch it!"
He closed his eyes desperately.
"No." Gu Jiao said.
"No, you..." He was only halfway through his words, when he felt something flying towards him, he instinctively raised his hand and grabbed it, it was a sword.
The familiar touch shocked his heart. He opened his eyes suddenly and looked down at the long sword in his hand.
In order to make him see more clearly, Gu Jiao lit the oil lamp on the small table.
Gu Jiao's reaction was completely seen by Gu Jiao. Gu Jiao had a basic idea in her heart, but she still asked for proof, "Is this the sword you're looking for?"
"Yes, it is." Young Master Mingyue did not conceal or deny it. He stroked the hilt of the sword in disbelief. Because of his nervousness and excitement, his arms and fingertips were shaking slightly.
"It really is in your hands..."
Gu Jiao didn't explain that she only got it today: "What is the origin of this sword? Don't lie, I'm afraid you won't be able to get off the carriage alive."
Young Master Mingyue's eyes flashed coldly, and the murderous aura all over his body burst out in an instant, but in just a moment, he groaned and covered his heart.
The murderous aura dissipated.
"Are you injured?" Gu Jiao asked.
"No, it's not an injury." As for what it was, he didn't want to say more, turned his head and said to the two of them, "I'll tell you its origin, can you give it back to me? It's not the free kind, you ask for a price. ."
He said still.
Xiao Heng said indifferently: "You say it first, if we are satisfied, we will consider whether to agree to your conditions."
Gu Jiao nodded: "Yes, that's it!"
There was a tangle in Young Master Mingyue's eyes. Logically, he couldn't reveal his identity, but in order to get the sword back, he could only betray his promise.
He said resignedly: "It is my master's sword."
Xiao Heng asked, "Who is your master?"
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