Gu Mang couldn't help but frown. He carefully observed the tablet a few more times.
The handwriting was neat, the wood was meticulously carved, and the placement was reasonable.
Everything was normal. But he just felt uncomfortable. The more he looked, the more uncomfortable he felt.
When he had scrutinized Gu Mang for the fifth time, Gu Mang's mind suddenly lit up, and his heart skipped a beat! He knew what was wrong with the tablet!
It was dust.
This exquisitely carved tablet was covered with a thin layer of dust. It looked like it hadn't been cleaned for a long time.
But shouldn't a normal person wipe the dust off when they worship a memorial tablet?
Gu Mang stared at it blankly. At this moment, the sound of the bamboo curtain swaying suddenly came from the door. A light and gentle voice with a smile sounded behind him, "What are you looking at?"
Gu Mang's back suddenly broke out in a layer of cold sweat. He suddenly turned around. He didn't know why, but he felt a strong sense of panic in his heart. He raised the thing in his hand and said, "I … I'm holding the nine-colored thread."
Jiang Yexue sat at the door and didn't come in. He smiled against the light and looked at him, "Is the nine-colored thread so hard to find? Did I put it in a bad position? "
Gu Mang calmed down a little. Actually, what he found wasn't anything special. It was just a little strange. He didn't know why he suddenly felt so scared. It was probably because Jiang Yexue suddenly spoke behind him and scared him.
Gu Mang said, "Not really … I just saw sister-in-law's memorial tablet … and wanted to pay my respects …"
Jiang Yexue's pair of eyes that were like the spring river quietly stared at him for a while. Then he said gently, "Thank you. If Yan 'er's spirit in heaven knew about your intentions, she would be very happy. "
Gu Mang licked his lips and didn't say anything else.
From the way Jiang Yexue addressed her, it was obvious that he was very close to his late wife. Logically speaking, it was not strange. Jiang Yexue was known for being soft on the outside but hard on the inside. He was always stubborn. Back then, he had insisted on marrying Qin Mujin. After Miss Qin had passed away for many years, Jiang Yexue had no intention of remarrying. It seemed that he had decided to be with someone for the rest of his life.
It was just that this kind of deep affection, coupled with the dust on the spirit tablet that he had just discovered … was really a little strange …
Perhaps Jiang Yexue had been too busy recently and had neglected it.
"Xiao Lan'er has already wrapped a zongzi outside. She's just waiting for your thread. If you still want to catch up with her, she'll be anxious." Jiang Yexue raised his hand to lift the bamboo curtain and smiled. "Come out."
"… Okay."
As soon as the reed leaves and glutinous rice were in his hands, he showed what it meant by 'a single straw stumps a hero'. Xiao Lan'er usually liked to help her father with things. She was nimble with her hands and was the fastest at wrapping things. Jiang Yexue and Gu Mang were two people. One was a weapon refiner, while the other was a slave in Wangshu Residence when he was young. Although their zongzi couldn't compare to Xiao Lan'er's, it was still passable.
Yue Chenqing, on the other hand, was quite funny. He was a greedy eater. He stuffed gingko, fresh meat, ham, chestnuts, egg yolk, kidney beans, chicken, and peanuts into the small four-cornered pillow dumpling. The dumpling was stuffed to the brim with fillings. Jiang Yexue smiled when he saw it and said, "This one of yours will definitely fall apart."
"It won't! This is called eight-treasure zongzi. The Yue Residence makes it every year. "
"Only the cook can make eight-treasure zongzi." Jiang Yexue patiently advised, "You're a beginner. It's best to make white glutinous rice zongzi."
"Let me try. Who knows if I don't try."
In the end, after four or five times, the zongzi either broke or the meat fell off. In the end, when they finally managed to tie it up, it was a fat zongzi with rice leaking out from the four corners.
"It falls apart as soon as it's cooked. Brother Yue is too greedy." Xiao Lan'er crisply said. Everyone laughed. Yue Chenqing was distressed as he carried his pillow zongzi and rubbed his nose in embarrassment.
The water boiled and the first batch of zongzi was thrown into the pot to cook. Zongzi was very particular about the heat. It couldn't be stewed over a strong fire, but rather simmered over a slow fire.
While they were waiting, they wrapped the remaining rice and leaves into all kinds of zongzi. Other than pillow zongzi, they also wrapped cow horn zongzi, beauty zongzi … … They even made a few of the most traditional bamboo zongzi. However, this was a tedious job. Yue Chenqing was a bit tired of doing it.
He couldn't help but stretch his head out to take a look, "When will the zongzi in the pot be cooked?"
Jiang Yexue smiled and said, "It's still early. You can't sit still? "
"… … Not really."
"Make a jiuzi zongzi and bring it back for uncle to try."
Yue Chenqing was very excited at first, his eyes shining. However, after a while, he became discouraged again, "Fourth uncle and my father are quarreling. Recently, he doesn't want to talk to anyone. Forget it. "
"Quarreling again?" Jiang Yexue murmured and sighed, "His temper … …"
He shook his head and didn't say anything else.
The rest of the zongzi were quickly wrapped up. There were still a lot of zongzi left. Jiang Yexue said, "Why don't you distribute it to the neighbors? There are many lonely elders here. Most of their children were sacrificed in the war against Liao Country. The old people are not in good health and don't know how to take care of themselves during the New Year. Since there are so many, let them have a taste. "
Yue Chenqing said, "Big brother, you are so nice."
Xiao Lan 'er said timidly, "Sir, I want to go too. Can I go with Brother Yue?"
Jiang Yexue took two bamboo baskets and put a clean cloth inside. He was careful and picked some small zongzi with vegetarian fillings. It was easier for the old people to eat.
"These are made by Xiao Lan 'er. They are filled with honey beans and white glutinous rice. These are made by me." Jiang Yexue carefully arranged the zongzi while choosing. His fair and slender fingers stopped in front of a pile of long zongzi. In the end, he moved them away and coughed a few times awkwardly.
"Chenqing, yours … … and Lord Xi He's. They are well wrapped, but a little … … not suitable to be given away. I won't put them away. "
Yue Chenqing: "… …"
Mo Xi: "… …"
He lowered his head and picked a few more zongzi wrapped by Gu Mang. Who knew that as soon as he put them in the basket, Gu Mang would take them out.
"Don't put mine in either." Gu Mang smiled and said, "Let's keep them for ourselves. I won't embarrass myself."
Jiang Yexue was stunned. Gu Mang wrapped the zongzi tightly and beautifully. How could he embarrass himself?
He couldn't understand, but Mo Xi immediately understood. Gu Mang felt guilty. He was worried that some of the people who had lost their loved ones were killed by him.
No matter what the reason was, Gu Mang had always felt uneasy about the blood he had been stained with.
Mo Xi was silent for a moment. He walked to Jiang Yexue's side and took the bamboo basket from him, "Gu Mang and I will go too. There are a lot of zongzi to give away."
He pulled Gu Mang's wrist and said, "Let's go."
Gu Mang said, "Hey? Wait — wait — "
How could Mo Que listen to him? This man was strong, stubborn, and as stuffy as a gourd with its mouth cut off. Gu Mang had no choice but to take out a silver-edged veil from his Qiankun bag and put it on his face before he left.
"Why do you have to take me?"
Mo Xi: "… …"
Jiang Yexue's courtyard was located in an area of old houses and narrow alleys. The alleys were winding and dark. He put the zongzi into his Qiankun bag and dragged Gu Mang for several streets. No matter what Gu Mang said, he didn't let go and didn't say a word.
He waited until they were far away from the Jiang Residence and there was no one in the alley before he let go of Gu Mang. Before Gu Mang could leave, he had already anticipated this. He placed an arm on the brick wall of the narrow alley and lowered his head to look at the other.
"I'll tell you one more time."
Gu Mang's blue eyes moved uneasily. "What did you say?"
"There are such people in Chong Hua, not because of you, but because of the Liao Kingdom. All these years, you've already done everything you could to report and prevent the killings. " Mo Xi said and grabbed Gu Mang's hand. Because he felt Gu Mang's fingertips moving in his palm, he held his hand tightly and interlocked their fingers.
"Don't think that your hands are stained with blood, okay?"
As he said this, he held Gu Mang's hand and kissed the back of it. Gu Mang's tense back relaxed bit by bit under Mo Xi's loving gaze through his long eyelashes.
Gu Mang licked his lips as if he wanted to say something, but didn't know what to say. He could only say, "But I —"
"There's nothing for you."
"But —"
"No buts."
"I —"
In the end, Mochime sighed and covered his mouth. Mo Xi looked down at him with eyes full of heartache, helplessness, and sadness that he thought he hid very well.
Mo Xi said softly, "You're the best, always have been."
Gu Mang's blue eyes blinked and then he shook his head.
"…" Mo Xi raised his other hand and pressed on the top of his head, forcing him to nod.
Gu Mang didn't know whether to be angry or amused. That shabby old heart of his seemed to be leaking out some green and sour juice that flowed through his blood and into his bones. Then he licked Mo Xi's palm.
Mo Xi was caught off guard and instinctively let go of his hand. Gu Mang took the initiative and jumped up to press Mo Xi against the wall. However, Mo Xi was much taller than him. When Mo Xi pressed against the wall with one arm, his momentum and posture were very correct. But once they were flipped upside down, Gu Mang would be looking up at him with his head slightly tilted up.
From the looks of it, it didn't look like suppression, but more like …
Acting coquettishly.
The corner of Gu Mang's mouth twitched at this frightening thought. But when he saw that Mo Mie's expression didn't change and his heart didn't skip a beat despite being held down, his eyes calm and unruffled, as if silently asking him, "What are you planning to do?", Gu Mang couldn't help but feel extremely angry. He felt that he had to teach him a lesson. Therefore, he simply jumped up and hit him with the iron head that was covering his face.
"Dong!" A muffled sound was heard.
Gu Mang said proudly, "How is it? Does it hurt? "
Mo Xi: "…"
"That's right. Your Big Brother Gu Mang will teach you what it means to be polite and respectful to your younger brother."
The only response he got was Mo Que grabbing him and pulling him into his arms. Then his other hand pinched his silver-rimmed mask and pushed it to the side of his forehead.
Behind the mask was a face that used to be soft and bright, but was now pale and delicate. He had long and gentle eyes, a smooth jawline, a delicate curve of his nose, and lips that were as sweet and red as berries. Under his long and soft eyelashes hid a pair of blue eyes that were deeper than the rivers and lakes.
Mo Xi's calloused thumb gently rubbed Gu Mang's lips. He turned his face sideways and his gaze slowly moved up from his lips to the two pools of deep blue.
"Mm. I've learned something. "
"…"
"Senior, please teach me more."
As he spoke, he leaned over and kissed her.
But at this moment, they suddenly heard a strange rustling sound from the corner. Mo Xi was a very sensitive person. He immediately raised his hand to pull down Gu Mang's veil and pulled her into his arms. He shouted sternly, "Who's there?!"
A Xiao Xiu soldier dressed in the Northern Frontier Army uniform shakily moved out from the corner. He had obviously just returned home from grocery shopping. In his arms was a basket of fresh vegetables and radishes, as well as a bundle of cattail leaves. At this time, he was so scared that his face turned pale. Trembling, he turned around and said in a trembling voice, "B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-
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