The faces of everyone in the Gu family changed, they didn't expect Gu Shu to have this kind of operation, Gu Ding wanted to plead for Gu Shu when he came out, but he was stopped by Gu Er.

The steady Gu Da also stopped the impulsive Gu San and the others, and shook his head at them heavily.

They are close to Xiaoshu, but they represent the great general's mansion with real power, and they are not guilty of their crimes, as long as they kneel there, in the eyes of others, this is to put pressure on the emperor, and it will definitely add fuel to the fire!

No matter how you say this, it's all the fault of the younger brother, and the fault is to despise the monarch.

The Sacred Heart of the Young Son of Heaven is unpredictable, this time, Xiaoshu can only save himself.

The wrath of the emperor, floating corpses for thousands of miles.

Gu Shu looked at the angry Qin Cang, and his heart trembled violently.

But it's more of a puzzle, didn't he hand him an excerpt that day, and explained his plan in detail, didn't he allow it, and what's going on now?

Qin Cang only felt that his blood was empty, his heart was burning non-stop, his burning heart was painful, and then he looked at the things that were covered by red silk, it was very dazzling, he ordered in a cold voice, "Open!" ”

Gu Shu didn't know why, he panicked, his face turned slightly pale, and he couldn't help but take a step forward, "Brother Huang, I'......"

Qin Cang ignored him, but Li Dehai had already lifted the red silk.

Glass hairpins, blood jade bracelets, galloping screens of ten thousand horses, ancient paintings of winter stoves......

Looking at it one by one, Qin Cang's heart was cold.

These were all selected by him one by one, imagining what he would look like when he wore them, and how happy he would be when he received them, but now, he put them up for auction without caring at all!

Just, just don't care about what he sends?

Qin Cang's heart was getting hot, but his face was strangely calm, he withdrew his gaze from the thing, and didn't even look at Gu Shu.

Gu Shu was frightened by his cold face, his lips turned a little pale, and explained, "Brother Huang, I thought you agreed to ......"

"I've got a million pieces of silver."

Suddenly, the young emperor's voice sounded out of his anger.

Gu Shu's eyelashes trembled slightly.

His face was indifferent, "Take a picture of the pearl of the night, King Ning, are you satisfied?" Can you donate enough money? ”

The emperor's hand confused everyone.

This, this is agreeing with King Ning?

But that doesn't sound like that......

So far, Gu Shu can only continue with his head.

Led by the emperor, the auction went very smoothly, and the ministers and wealthy businessmen who originally only wanted to mean it were now eager to take out all their private money.

During this period, Gu Shu inexplicably felt guilty and guilty.

They had known each other for a long time, and Gu Shu had never seen the angry Qin Cang.

If Gu Shu, who had never returned to Beijing, would not care if it was the wrath of the Son of Heaven or the thunder of the emperor.

But now, when he thinks of men's disregard for him, he can't stop panicking, his heart is weak, and he even hurts one by one.

Gu Shu flatteringly poured a cup of hot tea for Qin Cang, who was indifferent, and his white and tender fingers were holding the celadon tea cup, which was very eye-catching.

It's a pity that Qin Cang has never used that tea from beginning to end.

Until everything was over, Qin Cang threw down the sentence "I'm tired, King Ning is at his own convenience" and left directly.

The rest of the people, you look at me, I look at you, confused.

Everyone knelt to see them off, the atmosphere was dull, and the needles could be heard.

had a good relocation banquet, and finally ended in silence.

The Gu family was worried about the young man, and looked at Gu Shu, who had been sitting on the chair with his head drooping, and didn't know how to comfort him.

Gu San walked around the hall anxiously, he scratched his head, looking at the young man whose hair was wilted, he only felt distressed.