Gu Mang was trembling too much. He couldn't help but tremble. He had too little. He was clearly a famous general, but he was like a child beggar, shamelessly asking for benefits from the nobles, asking for recognition. Now, Jun Shang had thrown all the things that he had begged for onto him, promising him all of them. How could he continue to straighten his spine?
Being arrogant was Mo Xi's Murong Lian's privilege, it was never his.
Perhaps Jun Shang understood the logic, so he wasn't in a hurry. He stood in place with his hands behind his back, waiting for Gu Mang to slowly calm down, waiting for Gu Mang to slowly yield, slowly walk towards a dead end.
The beast waiting for the altar had no choice but to put on the veil himself.
Sure enough, after a long time, Gu Mang raised his head, his dark and moist eyes looking at Jun Shang in front of him.
He had already calmed down, but the light in his eyes had turned into embers, his heart was like dead ashes.
"I'll have to trouble Jun Shang …"
Finally, he said softly, "Promise me one thing."
"Speak."
"Zhanxing … he shouldn't be kept in the dark. I want to go to the Yin Prison personally and tell him the truth."
Jun Shang was silent for a while, then he closed his eyes and sighed, "Gu Qing, why do you have to —"
"Because I feel guilty."
"… But he doesn't know the truth. This is the best choice, whether it's for you, for me, or for Chong Hua."
"No, he has to know. His sacrifice is already big enough. I beg you, at least this time … just think about him. " Gu Mang painfully closed his eyes, tears seeped out from his thick eyelashes and dripped down, "He has already been wronged. I can't save him … I can't save him. But I can at least let him … "
The last few words, every word was so cruel that it was like burning red iron burning in the heart.
"I can at least let him know that he has never done anything wrong."
"I can at least let him … not die with injustice …"
After this sentence, the voice weakened, and the figure gradually faded.
The scene before his eyes slowly darkened. Before the darkness swallowed up the entire golden platform, Mo Mie saw Gu Mang slowly kowtow to Jun Shang.
It wasn't like submission, but a kind of exhaustion.
His vision darkened.
At the same time, a sharp pain exploded in Mo Xi's limbs and bones! The Jade Slip of History began to draw power from his flesh and blood again. However, Mo Mie felt that it was not only spiritual power that was being drained from his body. His soul seemed to have been pulled out of his body and crushed into fine powder.
But Mo Xi didn't feel any pain.
The conversation on the golden stage eight years ago still echoed in his ears, and Gu Mang's desperate expression still swayed in front of his eyes.
A night rain, a scheme, and a sacrifice.
He had deceived the world for eight years —
"Gu Qing, I need someone. He has to be loyal enough, brave enough, and smart enough. I need someone like this to infiltrate Liao country, to pass on information for me, to become the poison that will be poured into the bellies of Liao country and the old nobles. "
"Are you willing to be Chong Hua's right-hand man, to bear the burden silently?"
…
Are you willing … from now on, in the whole world, only one person knows the truth? The people you protect spurn you, all your old subordinates misunderstand you, your lifelong friend is your enemy.
You will dig out a blazing heart and offer up a lifetime of hot blood, and everyone will only remember your betrayal and the stain on your name.
Gu Qing, Gu Shuai, Gu Mang.
Are you willing?
The voice seemed to come from the depths of the clouds, like the sound of heaven's voice that pierced the heart, like a sharp awl that pierced the heart.
The world spun in front of his eyes, and all the colors in the scene collapsed like snowflakes and then gathered together. Mo Que continued to fall in the shaking fragments, as if he was falling into a bottomless abyss. His eyes were wide open, until some kind of burning tears fell from the corners of his eyes, he suddenly realized that he was crying.
His body seemed to no longer be his, and his soul seemed to have been split into two, fighting fiercely in the collapsing scene. All the conversations he had with Gu Mang in the past came back to his mind at this moment, crushing him into ashes.
Gu Mang said, "They are my blood, my eyes, my hands and legs. They are my family, my life."
And he once angrily rebuked Gu Mang, "When you killed countless brothers with your hands full of blood, Gu Mang, have you ever regretted it even a little?!"
Gu Mang said, "How much did I have to be forced to betray the absurd country that killed countless of my brothers and spread the flames of war throughout Jiuzhou?!"
And he once said, "If you want to betray the country, there is more than one place, but you chose Liao country. You want revenge, for your ambition, for your comrades, for your way out. You don't care about other people's blood. "
Gu Mang said, "They will always have a stele in my heart. I will remember every single one of their names, every single one of their faces, until the day I die too. They will never become scum. "
But he once slapped Gu Mang's cheek. One word penetrated Gu Mang's heart.
He said that he …
Before he thought of that word, Mo Xi couldn't help but tremble. He was frightened by his words at that time. His intention was vicious.
But he said that he was … dirty.
After Gu Mang lost his memory, he instinctively wanted to wear the Chong Hua's heroic ribbon. He instinctively longed for the day when he could clear his name, and once again stand in front of the generals and soldiers of the three armies, looking at his armor shining in the sun. This was probably the only comfort Gu Mang had during the years of undercover work.
All he had was this illusory dream, his infatuated imagination.
But he thought that he was dirty.
"I should have it too … I should have it too …" The blue-eyed Gu Mang, who had lost his consciousness, fought for his ribbon. That stubborn and sorrowful voice seemed to be washed back to his ears through the years.
At that time, the slap he gave Gu Mang's face was like a slap to his own face. It was burning and stinging.
How do you deserve it?
… How do you deserve it?!!!
Mo Xi was surprised that he didn't burst into tears at this moment. He could still hold it in. He didn't even know if he was numb from the pain, or if he had really tempered his heart into stone in the years of despair.
Who knew the meaning of the Golden Platform?
His limbs and bones felt like they were about to be torn apart. Wang Jian gnawed at his soul, and there seemed to be a voice in the depths of his head, pestering him and asking him questions.
Do you want to continue watching? Mo Xi, Lord Xi He. What is your heart made of? Why can you still face this bloody past and the truth?
Every word was like a sharp knife cutting open his chest. But his body didn't seem to be his anymore. Blood flowed all over his chest, but he didn't feel anything.
He opened his eyes wide in a daze, like a walking corpse. Pain? Death? Collapse of the spiritual nucleus? These were no longer important. He only murmured. Blame me, it doesn't matter if I'm iron or stone or ice.
Let me continue watching.
I want to know everything. The truth that was hidden, swallowed up, and whitewashed.
Why did you hide it from me … Why … before embarking on this path … even I was excluded … I didn't know anything …
Why?!! Why …
Wang Jian said gloomily, "Since your heart is like this, give me your flesh and blood — I'll forgive you —"
His chest suddenly throbbed with pain, as if there was an invisible claw full of barbs reaching in and grabbing his heart. The spiritual current of the spiritual nucleus burst and began to dissipate. Jiang Yexue said that if he forced himself to read Wang Jian who hadn't fully recovered, it would consume the spiritual power of Tianyuan and cause him to suffer the pain of having his bones and tendons removed. But at this moment, Mo Xi felt that the pain of having his bones and tendons removed was nothing more than this … It couldn't cover up the pain of the truth.
Just like this, countless years of the past scattered and gathered in front of him like clouds.
The Golden Platform disappeared.
What reappeared in front of him was the cold and dark prison.
This was the prison that he saw in the Time Mirror, the prison that Lu Zhanxing had stayed in.
Wang Jian brought him back to the cold hell where he couldn't see the sky above and the ground below. As the scene in front of him became clear, Mo Xi's throat was filled with a strong smell of blood.
He endured the dizziness in front of him and looked up to see the truth that had resurfaced — In the dark prison eight years ago, there was a weak lamp. The lamp was spitting out fire listlessly, as if it would run out of oil at any moment.
Lu Zhanxing sat on the narrow and cold stone bed. At this time, he hadn't seen Gu Mang yet, so he looked like a completely different person from the calm and clear Deputy General Lu in the Time Mirror.
He leaned against the wall dejectedly, his face buried in the deep shadow, a few strands of messy forehead hair hanging in front of his eyes. He exuded a dejected and dispirited aura from head to toe. At this time, he was an out-and-out, a real prisoner.
The door of the prison opened with a creak.
The jailer said, "Surnamed Lu, the Judge sent by the Emperor is here! You can complain about any grievances you have, you can ask for any requests you have, but remember to be honest! Don't go crazy! "
After saying that, he put on a flattering smile and said to the man standing outside the door, "Officer, please."
"You can leave."
The "Judge" wearing a mask walked into the cell, activated a spell, and raised his hand to close the door. In the cramped cell, except for Mo Xi, who couldn't be seen by others, there was no one else who could hear their conversation.
Lu Zhanxing didn't feel any excitement because of the arrival of this "Judge" who could complain about grievances. Probably because there were many people like this who came these days, but none of them brought him hope. So he didn't even raise his face. His strong arms were on his knees, and he just repeated the request that he might have repeated thousands of times. He said dryly, "I want to see Gu Mang."
"…"
"Nothing else. I don't have any grievances, and I don't have any other requests. " Lu Zhanxing murmured lifelessly, as if all his soul had been sucked out, leaving only this trace of obsession, "I want to apologize to him in person. Then you can kill me … You can kill me, you can kill me, you can do anything. I won't complain about grievances. "
The "Judge" didn't say anything, but suddenly knelt down and kowtowed three times in front of Lu Zhanxing's dirty bed.
Lu Zhanxing finally had some reaction. He was a little startled, "… What do you mean?"
"Before the battle at Fengming Mountain, I played dice with you. Before ten rounds, I had to leave. At that time, we agreed to continue after winning the battle. "The other party said and took out two wooden dice from his Qiankun bag. "We couldn't win the battle. But I brought the dice. "
The two wooden dice had a red lotus mark on the sides of the six dots.
Lu Zhanxing was stunned, as if he was struck by lightning. He suddenly jumped down from the bed and almost grabbed the "Judge" by the collar. He didn't finish his words and didn't take off his mask. But the two brothers who grew up together had this kind of familiarity. Lu Zhanxing looked at the black eyes behind the mask — he had never seen anyone's eyes as bright and spirited as his good brother's, his Mang 'er.
The eight feet tall man suddenly choked. He looked at Gu Mang's eyes and said, "Mang 'er!! It's you?! "
The "Judge" raised his hand and took off the mask on his face.
In the dim light, Gu Mang's tear-stained face was revealed. The last time the two brothers met, one was an awe-inspiring general, the other was a high-spirited commander. But now, it was just a blink of an eye.
One was demoted to a commoner, the other was already a criminal.
"It's me." Gu Mang's voice was very hoarse. He said with red eyes, "… I'm sorry, after so long … I came to see you …"
The two brothers reunited after a long time and couldn't help but be emotional. They hugged each other and cried. After a while, Lu Zhanxing wiped the tears on his face and held Gu Mang's hand tightly.
He clearly had more things to ask, such as how you came, why you came, how are you now … But Lu Zhanxing looked at his brother's face and the first sentence he asked hoarsely was —
"Mang 'er, the battle at Fengming Mountain … You, you still blame me?"
Gu Mang choked with sobs, "Zhanxing …"
Lu Zhanxing was extremely regretful. He had held these words in his heart for so long that it had already become a disaster. He couldn't help but murmur, "I was impulsive. I don't know why … I seemed to be possessed. I suddenly felt that it was not worth it to sacrifice my life for the country. I suddenly felt that everything we did was not worth it … But … But … I didn't think so … I just occasionally had such thoughts, but I really didn't think so!"
"I let down the seventy thousand brothers of Fengming Mountain … I don't know what happened to me at that time. Mang 'er, I let down your trust, I let down the brothers' trust …"
Every sentence pierced through people's hearts.
Lu Zhanxing's expression was so remorseful. His eyes were red and his tear-stained face was like a sharp needle full of barbs that pierced into Mo Xi's flesh.
The Lu Zhanxing in front of him who was full of regret because of his big mistake did not look like the sloppy man in the Time Mirror at all? At that time, the Lu Zhanxing he saw in the Time Mirror was clearly crazy to the extreme.
"I ruined his life, but it was better than watching him ruin his own life and the lives of more people."
"Jun Shang stripped his power … Well done!!"
No …
No, no, no, wrong, it was all wrong.
The truth was not like this.
Mo Xi looked at Lu Zhanxing who was kneeling in front of Gu Mang with regret, kneeling in front of Gu Mang in pain. His ears were buzzing … Wrong … It was all wrong!!
He heard Lu Zhanxing constantly apologizing to Gu Mang. He heard Lu Zhanxing saying to Gu Mang, "Mang 'er, I'm sorry."
Mo Xi only felt a chill all over his body. Now that he thought about it, the Lu Zhanxing in the Time Mirror at that time clearly knew that his death could save the lives of the remaining thirty thousand soldiers, so he wanted to take all the blame on himself. He was obviously not a self-righteous lunatic who castrated his brother's dreams, but he would rather keep the secret in front of Mo Xi, and not let the world know that he was a hero who cast his bones, and a loyal person who was wronged.
In order to protect Gu Mang, to protect the remaining soldiers, Jun Shang gave him the mask of a guilty official, a mask of a boorish man, and he endured it and wore it to death!
… It turned out that Lu Zhanxing had never let Gu Mang down. He was Gu Mang's close friend, and Gu Mang's deputy commander. They were all martyrs, and they were the same kind of people.
Gu Mang finally managed to calm Lu Zhanxing's emotions a little. He helped Lu Zhanxing up and let him sit on the edge of the bed. He choked with sobs to this regretful man, "Zhanxing … You have never let us down. From the beginning to the end, you have always been our brother. "
This sentence made Lu Zhanxing, who had just calmed down a little, collapse again. Lu Zhanxing buried his face in his palms and rubbed it. He murmured, "No … I killed the Rouli envoy. I didn't control myself at that time, and I was blinded by my selfishness."
Gu Mang held his hand tightly, and his eyes were very red, "It's not like that."
"…"
His words were like thunder piercing through the sky, piercing through the heavy clouds.
"Listen to me, it's not your selfishness that has blinded you. It's the exquisite chess game in your body. "
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