The Murong Lian was lying on a bed in the courtyard, smoking a hookah. There were a few books and a pot of wine on the small table at the head of the bed.
When he saw Gu Mang come in, he took a big sip of the wine and spat it out slowly. He ordered the servants, "You can leave first."
"Yes."
The servants left, and only the two of them were left in the courtyard.
The Murong Lian lazily lay on the bamboo bed and didn't look at Gu Mang. He just knocked the ashes in the pot and then put it back into his mouth. He sneered, "Fire Ball is really interesting. He sent a special envoy to my house, and he even wore a cloak. Tell me, what's the matter?"
Gu Mang said, "It's me."
When the Murong Lian heard his voice, he was suddenly choked by the smoke. "Cough, cough, cough!" After a while, he got up, and many emotions flashed across his face. Shock, anxiety, hatred, hesitation … There were even some complicated emotions that others couldn't understand.
"You? Why did you come here pretending to be a special envoy? Are you looking for a beating? "
In the whole Chong Hua, except for a few people, no one knew that Gu Mang was in the state of recovering his memory. Gu Mang naturally wouldn't show too much sobriety in front of the Murong Lian. He was a spy who had been lurking in the Burning Country for five years. It was not difficult for him to disguise himself. So he pretended to be slow and said, "Don't be angry. I'm here to return your things."
"…"
"The Lord said that I can't casually take other people's benefits. So I'm here to return this ring to you. "
As he spoke, he took off the sapphire ring and handed it to the Murong Lian, "Thank you for giving it to me, but it's useless. I don't like it."
"…"
The Murong Lian seemed to be greatly insulted and almost jumped up, "Do you know what you're talking about?"
"There are hundreds of such rings in Xi He's house. If you like the shiny rings, I can give you a few more. "
"Bullshit! How can his stuff compare to this?! "The Murong Lian angrily snatched it away." This is — "
Gu Mang calmly waited for him to speak.
"This, this is, but …" The Murong Lian seemed to choke. After a while, his eyes flashed with a flickering light, and then he said fiercely, "… Forget it. Why am I telling you this? This was originally a loan to you, when did it become a gift? Even if you don't come to return it, I will go to Xi He's residence in two days to ask for it. Don't flatter yourself! "
As he spoke, he put the ring back on his thumb.
Gu Mang sighed in his heart. Sure enough, the Murong Lian would not easily tell him the secret of the ring. However, he originally just wanted to give it a try. His purpose of coming to Wang Shu's residence was to come back and have a look. After all, there were still some traces of his nostalgia in this residence.
The Murong Lian saw that he did not speak, so he stared at him for a while and asked, "What's wrong? Have you become stupid after being tortured by Zhou He? At least give me a reply. "
Gu Mang said dully, "I'm not stupid."
After a pause, he glanced at the Murong Lian's smoking pipe and said, "The one who smokes this is stupid."
"You —!"
Gu Mang said, "You're going to be angry again. You're always angry. Alright, I'm a good wolf. I won't make you unhappy. I've finished delivering the things, so I'm going back. Goodbye. "
The Murong Lian watched him turn around, and his long and narrow eyes suddenly narrowed. When Gu Mang walked to the side of the courtyard's round moon gate, the Murong Lian suddenly said eerily, "Stop."
He strolled to Gu Mang's side and looked at Gu Mang in a circle. He said, "Gu Mang. Why do I remember that before you went to Bat Island … you had recovered quite a bit of your spiritual sense? "
"…"
The slender golden long-handled smoking pipe reached out and pressed his lips against Gu Mang's chin, forcibly lifting him up. The Murong Lian narrowed his peach blossom eyes and said, "Don't tell me you still think you're an alpha wolf."
"…"
"Let me think … Could it be that you came here today to mourn that Aunt Ni of yours?"
Gu Mang suddenly paused.
Then he turned his face and asked, "Who is that?"
"…" The Murong Lian didn't say anything. He stared at Gu Mang with a strange expression for a while.
The two were in a deadlock. A cool breeze blew in the courtyard, making Gu Mang's cloak flutter. The Murong Lian said, "You really can't remember who she is?"
Gu Mang shook his head.
"You'd better not lie to me. You've been with me for so long. You should know very well what the consequences of lying to me are. "
"I don't know. I don't understand what you're talking about. "
As Gu Mang said this, he raised his hand to open the smoking pipe that the Murong Lian had pressed against his chin. He wrinkled his nose and said, "It smells really bad. Why do you like this?" After saying this, he sneezed twice, turned around and walked out of the courtyard without looking back.
He seemed to be calm, but in fact, his heart was beating very fast.
Why did the Murong Lian suddenly mention Aunt Ni to him?
Only a few people knew that he had recovered his memory. Did someone leak the secret to the Murong Lian? Or was the Murong Lian just testing him because he wasn't sure …
Gu Mang walked out of Wangshu Mansion with his heart beating like a drum. He stood in the same place and thought for a while, but he couldn't figure out anything. In the end, he sighed and decided not to think about this problem anymore. Instead, he took a detour to the Jiang Mansion.
He really couldn't stand the Murong Lian's current smoking habit. The Murong Lian was very wild. He didn't have a father since he was young. After his mother, Madam Zhao, passed away, no one could control him. Moreover, he still hadn't married. He was a noble man who wore gold and silver, but in fact, he was just a single man who sought death and no one cared about him.
Gu Mang felt that he couldn't go on like this, so he planned to go to Pharmacist Jiang to ask for a prescription for the Murong Lian to quit smoking while he was still conscious.
When he arrived at the Jiang Mansion, he found that the person who was prescribing medicine in the hall wasn't Jiang Fuli, but his wife, Su Yurou.
As usual, Su Yurou was wearing a bamboo hat, covering her rumored face that could cause the downfall of a country. She sent away a patient and raised her head to see Gu Mang enter the room. She said lightly, "Guest, are you here to consult a patient?"
"Get the medicine. Is Pharmacist Jiang here? "
"My husband went out to travel a few days ago. If you don't have a difficult illness, I can also give you a diagnosis."
"Why did he go out to travel again …" Gu Mang couldn't help but lower his head and think.
This Jiang Fuli's whereabouts were really unpredictable. Moreover, he spent most of the 365 days in a year outside. People said that a gentle home buried a hero's ambition. He married a peerless beauty, but made her a widow every day. But thinking about it again, he didn't seem to be any better than Jiang Fuli. Mo Xi, such a great beauty, was placed in front of him, but he still delayed her for more than ten years.
Su Yurou asked, "Your prescription, does it have to be written by my husband?"
"It's not necessary." Gu Mang sighed and said, "I'm sorry to disturb Madam. I just want to ask if there is any way to quit smoking 'Fu Sheng Ru Meng'."
"… Guest, are you from Wangshu House?"
"You can say so."
"Then, guest, please go back."
Gu Mang opened his eyes wide, "Why, why?"
Su Yurou said, "You should know that the Lord Wangshu has no intention of quitting smoking. When it comes to quitting, the medicine is always the assistant, the heart is the master. If he wants to smoke, no matter how good the medicine is, it will be useless. Why should I ruin the reputation of my house? "
"…" Gu Mang opened his mouth and wanted to argue. But after thinking about it, what Madam Su said was not without reason. If a Murong Lian wanted to smoke, who could stop him?
Gu Mang was anxious, but there was nothing he could do. He could only sigh heavily, thank Su Yurou, and then leave the house.
In fact, Gu Mang's feelings towards the Murong Lian were very complicated.
On one hand, he did not agree with many of the Murong Lian's practices. On the other hand, he understood the Murong Lian's heart and could not help but pity him.
The Murong Lian's father passed away early. His mother, Madam Zhao, probably hoped that he could become a person like the late Lord Wangshu, so she completely stifled the Murong Lian's talent. She insisted on giving the Murong Lian a path, and the end of that path was to let him become a person like his father.
Gu Mang remembered very clearly that the Murong Lian liked illusions when he was young. He would often sit in the courtyard and create a garden full of butterflies and a sea of flowers.
But Madam Zhao did not allow it.
"What can illusions do? They can only be the army's backup! They are all useless things! Your father is good at instrumental magic. You are his child. Music cultivation is what you should do. Don't take the wrong path! "
"Look at Mo Xi! He has the same ability as Fu Lingjun. He is more talented than you and works harder than you. Don't you know how to reflect on yourself? "
"Murong Lian! Buy these illusion scrolls and come back and try! Believe it or not, I will tear them all! "
After days of beating and scolding, the colorful butterflies and flowers created by illusions were no longer seen in Wangshu House. These things that the Murong Lian thought were beautiful were not worth mentioning in front of his mother. They were all things that could not be shown in public.
When Madam Zhao was still alive, the most common sentence in the house was, "Murong Lian, learn from your father. Don't embarrass Wangshu House."
He seemed to be living in his father's mold. Others did not care that he was a completely different life. They just put him in the mold. Once he did something out of the mold, they cruelly cut off his flesh and blood, completely ignoring the pain of his dream being castrated.
As long as there were some areas that weren't done properly, they would be taught a lesson with harsh words.
"What are you doing? Why don't you go and practice?"
"Murong Lian, you are complaining about being tired after such a little hardship. Can't you be more promising?"
"You are given the best. If you are still useless, let's see who you are worthy of!"
Gu Mang remembered that at first, the Murong Lian struggled very hard. He even quarreled with his wife and ran out of the house crying.
"But I like illusions! I don't like music! Why do you keep forcing me like this? I don't want to be Murong Xuan's son! Whoever wants to be can be my son! "
This sentence caused Madam Zhao to fly into a rage. That was the only time Murong Lian had been beaten to such a state. Such a small child was beaten into a bloody mess, lying on the bed, choking with sobs, breathing in and out … That appearance was really pitiful.
Gu Mang watched him grow up. He watched as he was deprived of his love, removed from his nature, twisted his fate, and forced to grow into a copy of his father.
During this process, the Murong Lian went from resisting to enduring, and from enduring to numb.
In the end, the child who once sat in the sunlight in the courtyard and was proud because of the colorful butterflies in the courtyard was never seen again. Only the sound of the guqin in the music room and the sound of the jade flute filled Wang City. In the cold and hot summer, in the rain of banana leaves, it lingered for ten years.
Others said that the sound of the guqin was beautiful, but only Gu Mang knew that it was not. The Murong Lian held funeral after funeral for his butterflies and flowers in the golden music.
The Murong Lian was twisted in the end.
In the past, Gu Mang lost his memory, so he did not feel that anything was wrong with the Murong Lian who was drunk and drunk all day long. But when his childhood memories were traced back by the Mirror of Time, he felt that things were not so simple.
Others might not understand the Murong Lian and think that he was a rotten person to the core, but Gu Mang had served him since he was young. Gu Mang was very clear that the Murong Lian's rotten ways were not like this.
The Murong Lian's experience since he was young made his temperament very bad. He would do bad things and use underhanded tricks to defeat his competitors. For example, at the school, he used the slave siblings to cheat Mo Xi's sympathy, causing Mo Xi to be whipped. Another example was using Gu Mang to threaten Mo Xi, forcing Mo Xi to lose to him in the competition.
Although his actions were very despicable, there was no doubt that they all showed one thing — —
The Murong Lian liked to win.
How could the Murong Lian not like to win? He had been severely reprimanded since he was young. He was like a dog that was used to being beaten. Whenever he heard the sound of a stick, his teeth would chatter and his whole body would tremble. Competitiveness had become his instinct. Even if his mother had passed away many years ago, he still could not get rid of it.
But what was Floating Like A Dream? It was a spice that only the weak deceived themselves and others. Anyone with a clear mind would know that once a person was exposed to this kind of hallucinogenic smoke, they would be almost useless.
With Murong Lian's personality, who would do anything to vent her anger, why would he suddenly pick up something so rotten to the bone in the five years she had been away from the country?
There was also the ring.
Although the use of the ring was unknown, it should not be something harmful. Gu Mang could feel a very strange aura from the ring. He was almost certain that the Murong Lian put the ring on him to help him.
Murong Lian … Murong Lian …
What did this person know? What was he hiding? What did he suffer?
Gu Mang frowned deeply. He could not think of any clues. He only felt a splitting headache. In the end, he could only leave it as it was.
When he returned home, it was already noon. It was lunchtime. Gu Mang entered the hall, but did not see any dishes on the table, nor did he see anyone in the room.
Just as he was feeling puzzled, he saw a servant come in from the courtyard with a fruit plate. Gu Mang went over to her and asked, "Sister, where is Lord Xi He?"
The servants in Xi He's residence did not treat Gu Mang well in the past, but many people changed their sails according to the wind. Mo Xi treated Gu Mang so well these days, even a blind person could see it. How could they not smell the slightest hint of a deeper meaning?
The servant immediately smiled and said, "Oh, Mr. Gu, there is no need to call me sister. Just call me Xiao Su."
Gu Mang did not have time to adapt to the respectful address of "Mr. Gu". He saw her put the fruit plate on the table. She wiped her hands and smiled as she guided him, "Lord Xi He is under the orange flower tree in the back garden. You can go there first. If you can't find him, go to the small kitchen."
Gu Mang was shocked, "Small kitchen?"
"Yes."
"What is he doing there?"
The author has something to say:
"The Murong Family is not having a good time."
Murong Lian: I miss the days when I was scolded by the comments section as soon as I appeared. Sigh, ever since I wore Pinru's clothes, I have no hatred points. My heart hurts.
Jun Shang: I miss the days when the comments section hated the Murong Lian no matter how much I sought death. Sigh, ever since I learned the speech skill, all the hatred points came to me. My heart hurts.
Murong Meng Ze: I miss the days when I did not appear. Sigh, ever since I appeared, I have been scolded as soon as I spoke. My heart hurts.
Murong Chuyi: I miss the days when the comments section thought I was the attacker.
Gu Mang was confused, "???" Fourth Brother-in-law, wake up. I have never experienced that kind of life!!!
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