Dear Commander-in-Chief

Gu Qiqi's heart tightened as she carefully unfolded the rice paper to take a look.

However, the entire piece of paper was blank. There were no last words. There was only a drop of irregular ink and a shallow water mark.

It could also be tear marks..

Gu Qiqi lowered her eyes as her heart began to ache again.

It was almost impossible to imagine how Chu Junmo felt when she sat alone at home on the last night of her life and unfolded the rice paper.

Gong Jue stood behind her and glanced at the rice paper.

He thought to himself, 'did that old Fox Chu Junmo lose control of her hands before she died? She couldn't even hold her pen and was trembling.'? She wanted to write, but she couldn't. In the end, she even rubbed her nose on the paper... she pretended to be pretentious all her life, but in the end, she couldn't hold it in anymore, right? 'she has returned to her ordinary appearance, HMPH!'!

Gu Qiqi took photos of the valuable antiques and all kinds of furniture in Chu Junmo's room and recorded them. He was prepared to hand them over to the descendants of the Chu family in the future so that the handover would be clearer.

Especially in Chu Junmo's room, she didn't move at all. She kept everything exactly as he was when he was alive, as if he would come back one day.

The two walked to the herbal field behind the room.

Sure enough, there was a barren patch in a remote corner of the herbal field. A lot of herbs had been uprooted.

It should be the place where the heart-building grass was once planted.

Gong Jue pursed his lips. When he saw that the heart-building grass had been cleared, he couldn't help but mutter, "Old demon Chu is really ruthless to himself, cutting off his own path of retreat..."

Gu Qiqi rolled her eyes at him. "I can use the pharmacopoeia to think of a way to get the heart-building grass, but I don't have a clue about the most crucial door of time..."

Gong Jue shut his mouth.

He could have had a clue, but he ended up getting into an argument with the old man when he got home and messed things up again.

He looked down at the tip of his shoe.

He turned around and sent a message.

At the gong residence.

Gong Qing opened the message when he received it. "You Brat actually had the time to send me a message. HMPH! Yo, wife, come and take a look. Your son is apologizing to me, hahahaha..."

When song song heard that, she took a look and saw two very simple words on the message. "Wrong."

The corner of her lips twitched."..."

How could you tell that this was her son apologizing?

It wasn't like her son would admit that he was wrong at all.

Gong Qing held his phone in his hands and was overjoyed. "Thirty years, thirty years. This is the first time I've heard my son admit that he was wrong! hahahaha!"

Song song thought about it and swallowed the words that were about to come out of her mouth. It was better not to hit her husband and let him think that his son was apologizing. This would be more conducive to repairing the father-son relationship.

Yes, she could strike while the iron was hot!

"Hubby, I told you yesterday that I'm going to look for old master Gu to propose marriage. Have you thought about it? Hurry up and pack up and come with me! Also, bring the talisman paper with you and give it to miss qiqi!"

"Sure! Sure!"

As expected, Gong Qing was flattered and agreed to whatever he said.

He took the talisman paper and went out happily. He did not notice that he received another text message from Gong Jue on his phone:

"Sorry, I didn't send the complete message just now. "I wanted to tell you that you're wrong, Gong Qing. Even if you don't give me the method to open the door of time, it won't Stop Me from finding a method for Qiqi. "At worst, I'll have to go through more trouble and suffer more. "But it's impossible for you not to let me go!"

After Gong Jue sent this message, he seemed to have heaved a sigh of relief in his heart.

He turned around and hugged gu qiqi from behind. "Don't worry. I'll do my best to think of a way to find that damned time door..."