The next night, Gu Mang prepared to go to Wangshu Mansion to return the thumb ring.
In order to conceal himself, he put on a cloak and a silver mask — some cultivators in the cultivation world would often dress like this, so it wouldn't be too eye-catching.
Before he left, Mo Xi gave him a jade pendant. Gu Mang was curious. He fiddled with the jade pendant and asked, "What's this for?"
"It's the pendant of the special envoy from Xi He's mansion. Otherwise, what will you say when the guards of Wangshu Mansion ask you about it? "
Gu Mang laughed, "… I don't plan to go through the front door. I want to fly over roofs and walk on walls. "
Mo Xi took it seriously. He pulled him over and said sternly, "Don't mess around. You know the Murong Lian's temper. You'll be bullied by him again." His grip was strong, and Gu Mang was caught off guard. The two of them were very close. Mo Xi lowered his head, and his breath brushed past Gu Mang's ear. He whispered, "Stand there and don't move."
As he spoke, he lowered his head and tied the jade pendant around Gu Mang's waist. He was very focused when he did this. He turned his face sideways, and his facial features were straight. When his eyelashes fluttered, they were like two soft little fans, casting a shadow on the bridge of his nose. Mo Xi's skin was especially tight and smooth. Gu Mang stared at him at such a close distance, but he couldn't see any flaws. It was like a porcelain jade soaked in a stream.
"Okay." Mo Xi said, "Just say that you're my man. Show them this jade pendant, and they won't dare to stop you."
Gu Mang smiled and stroked the jade pendant. Suddenly, he raised his hand, pinched Mo Xi's chin, and kissed him.
"Okay, then I'll say that I'm your man."
Mo Xi: "…"
Mo Xi looked at him. Seeing his senior brother standing in front of him like the best dream of his life, he suddenly felt reluctant. "Why don't I go with you? I'll wait for you outside Wangshu Mansion."
Gu Mang was stunned. "Why? With this jade pendant, are you still afraid that the Murong Lian will make things difficult for me? "
Mo Xi tilted his head. "… I was just saying."
Gu Mang slowly reacted and smiled. "Do you not want to be separated from your Brother Gu Mang?"
Mo Xi pursed his lips.
It wasn't that he didn't want to — he was afraid.
He was afraid of parting with Gu Mang. Perhaps it was because he knew that Gu Mang's lucidity had a time limit, or perhaps it was because the separation between him and Gu Mang had been too bitter and too long. That was why a powerful person like him was so afraid of Gu Mang leaving his sight.
Gu Mang reached out his hand and patted Mo Xi's head like an elder brother. This action made Mo Xi's heart even more moist. He had not been treated like this by Gu Mang for a long time.
"I want to do this alone, but you don't have to worry. I'll be back soon." As Gu Mang spoke, his slender eyebrows suddenly spread into a gentle smile. "When has your Brother Gu Mang ever lied to you?"
These words were too much. Mo Xi said, "Often."
Gu Mang couldn't help but burst out laughing. "Hahaha, good, good, good. What you said is very reasonable. Don't glare at me — I was wrong. Punish me."
Mo Xi said in a low voice, "With your current body, how can you withstand my punishment?"
When he said this, there was a natural desire to invade and control in his eyes. Although it was not ostentatious, it was bottomless. Gu Mang's chest couldn't help but heat up and his heart softened when he was looked at like this.
His little brother was like this. He seemed to be restrained, but he was very ferocious. This body with a narrow waist and long legs was wrapped in burning feelings like lava. What others could not see from that abstinent and restrained face, Gu Mang had already experienced. Mo Xi was inexperienced, rough, and even thirsty.
But Gu Mang was actually not disgusted.
Although no unyielding male liked to be invaded, Gu Mang could deeply feel that Mo Xi was pouring all his love and desires into him. Good and bad, rational and irrational, this young man who had just started dating had poured all of it into him.
In the blink of an eye, his young man was no longer young. His little brother had become his Lord Xi He. Everything had changed except the eyes that gazed at him, which were as deep and sincere as they had been when he had first shown her his love.
It turned out that their first love had already passed fourteen years ago.
In the end, Gu Mang still went to Wangshu Manor by himself. He showed the jade pendant and smoothly passed through the guards at the entrance of Wangshu Manor. Then, he walked under the windy and windy corridor.
Wangshu Manor was still as secluded as he remembered. Everywhere was filled with a Murong Lian's characteristic of laziness. Summer beds, soft quilts, small fans, and tea tables could be seen everywhere in the courtyard. A birdcage hung under the eaves. The birds inside were perched on wooden branches. Just like their owners, they were lazy and did not like to talk to people.
After reporting his request to the inner court guards, Gu Mang went to the courtyard of Wangshu Manor to wait. There was a huge garden there.
Gu Mang remembered this courtyard. When he was young, there was a swing in this courtyard, a bamboo horse leaning against the wall, and a bunch of chickens, ducks, and rabbits. Children loved this kind of garden, and the Murong Lian was no exception. From time to time, he would come here to play on the swing and drive the small animals around. When the young master was not around, Gu Mang and the other slaves would also run in and steal half a day of leisure in the name of feeding the chickens.
Once, when there was no one in the courtyard, Gu Mang sat on the swing and played. As he swayed, he unknowingly fell asleep. As a result, the Murong Lian came in and saw him and was furious. He immediately pushed Gu Mang off the swing.
"You lowly slave! How dare you touch my things! "
"Guards! I don't want this swing anymore! Take it down! Throw it into the pit and use it as firewood! It's so dirty! So unlucky! "
At that time, the Murong Lian's expression was still in front of him, baring his fangs and brandishing his claws in an exaggerated manner. It was as if Gu Mang was poisonous, and if he touched anything related to Gu Mang, he would die from the poison.
Gu Mang was pushed off the swing from his sleep, and it took him a long time to get up. When he sat up straight and turned his head, the Murong Lian's ferocious expression suddenly froze.
"You … you …"
Gu Mang raised his hand to touch his forehead with a pale face, and his palm was covered in blood. The child had never experienced such a situation before. He was stunned for a moment, and then burst into tears.
When he cried, the Murong Lian panicked.
The Murong Lian said, "You, you, you … you deserve it! You lowly slave! " But seeing more and more blood flowing from Gu Mang's forehead, the Murong Lian was scared. He took two steps back and turned to run.
Gu Mang sat on the ground and cried. It was the first time he saw so much blood, and his forehead hurt so much from the fall. His tears kept rolling down, and he didn't know what to do. When he cried until the sky turned dark, a woman hurriedly ran to the courtyard door.
"Ah Mang, what happened to you? What happened to you? Ah, how did you fall like this? Let Aunt Lin take a look … "
Auntie Lin was the ugliest maid in Wangshu Manor. Her entire face had been burned to a pulp, her features so blurry that she looked like a ghost. Everyone in the manor mocked her, and all the children feared her. Only Gu Mang was close to her.
Gu Mang didn't have parents since he was young, so he didn't know what it was like to be loved by his parents. Aunt Lin would secretly give him snacks, tailor small clothes for him, and teach him to recognize a few words. He was able to learn a little bit of feelings related to "family" from those little care.
So when he saw her, he became even more afraid and cried, "Aunt Lin! Aunt Lin! I'm going to die! "
At that time, he was tongue-tied. He was such a young child, and he couldn't speak well. He always mispronounced the word "Lin" and called her Aunt Lin.
"Okay, okay, don't cry. It's okay, Aunt Lin has seen it. It's okay. Ah Mang, be good. Aunt Lin will take you to bandage. "
The ugly woman picked up the dirty child from the dust. Even after so many years, Gu Mang still remembered the warmth and fragrance on her body. At that time, he thought that if he had a mother, then his mother's embrace should be like this.
He never thought that Aunt Lin was ugly. Her eyes were always so clear and gentle. He always felt that her burned facial features were like a mask that couldn't be taken off, and behind the mask, there should be a beautiful face.
He reached out his small hand and trembled as he hugged her neck, "Aunt Lin …"
Aunt Lin carried him to the medicine cultivator of Wangshu Mansion. Along the way, he was bleeding non-stop and crying very fiercely. When he saw the medicine cultivator, he didn't cooperate.
Aunt Lin squatted down and teased him to distract his attention, "Call me Aunt Lin."
Gu Mang had tears in his eyes as he sobbed, "Aunt Ni."
"Aunt Lin …" She patiently dragged out the word and repeated it to him.
"Aunt Lin …" He said clumsily.
The medicine cultivator of the mansion was a middle-aged man. He looked at the lowly child and the ugly woman coldly. Although he was treating the illness, he ridiculed in a strange tone, "What's so good about teaching this stupid child? After he is taught, he will only be a cow or a horse for the Murong master."
Aunt Lin's eyes seemed to twitch a little, as if she was suppressing some invisible emotion. However, she was used to being bullied. She knew that with her status, it was useless for her to argue. Thus, she smiled at the medicine cultivator and turned her head to touch Gu Mang's tear-stained face. "Come, call Auntie Lin."
Gu Mang could vaguely remember his mentality at that time. He seemed to want to stand up for himself and Aunt Lin, so he tried very hard to hold back his blushing face. He didn't care about the pain in his head, tilted his head and said, "Aunt, Aunt … Aunt Lin …"
The medicine cultivator was adjusting the gauze at the side and laughed unrestrainedly.
Gu Mang froze for a moment amidst that ear-piercing laughter. Then he cried even harder. He actually tried very hard to pronounce Auntie Ni as Auntie Lin, but he couldn't say it clearly with his childish voice. He felt very embarrassed. Perhaps he was really a stupid child. In the future, he could only be a cow or a horse. This medicine cultivator was completely right.
Only Aunt Lin looked at him tenderly and lovingly, "Very good, Ah Mang will pronounce it clearly in the future. Be good, don't be sad."
"The ugly woman coaxed the cheap child, hahaha …"
Was Aunt Lin ugly?
No, in Gu Mang's heart, Aunt Lin was the most beautiful girl in the world. She had a pair of beautiful eyes and a pair of beautiful arms.
At that time, he secretly vowed to grow up quickly and straighten his tongue to be able to pronounce her name properly. But in the end, he didn't wait.
Aunt Lin died when he was four years old. Before she died, she told Gu Mang something, and that became the reason why Gu Mang stayed in Wangshu Mansion and didn't fight with the Murong Lian for nearly twenty years.
That woman, she said …
"Special Envoy." Suddenly, someone called him from behind.
Gu Mang pulled himself out of his memories. He blinked to let the tears in the corners of his eyes fade, and then turned around. The chief steward of Wangshu Mansion was standing by the veranda, "I have already reported to the Lord. The Lord invites you."
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