Blood dripped down drop by drop.
The Murong Lian clutched his shoulder. His silk clothes were quickly soaked, and scarlet blood seeped through the gaps between his fingers. His expression changed, and he stammered, "My, my lord …"
No one expected that the Murong Lian would be the one to be injured in the end. The people of Wang Shu Mansion were in a mess, "Quick, get the medicine! Quick, get the healing powder! "
"Quick, quick, quick! Tourniquet! Tourniquet! "
The Murong Lian's face was ashen. He didn't know what happened, but at the moment when the dagger was about to pierce Gu Mang's neck, a red lotus totem suddenly appeared. Then, there was a sudden burst of spiritual energy around his body, and dozens of invisible light swords rose in an instant. Not only did it shake off his dagger, it even pushed him back a few feet!
The Murong Lian was speechless for a moment. He bit his lower lip, and his face alternated between white and red. He paused for a while, and a blue light appeared in his palm to stop the bleeding. Then, he shouted awkwardly and angrily, "Gu Mang!!"
Gu Mang had already taken advantage of the chaos to run behind the table. At this time, he was rubbing his bare feet. He was very alert and very innocently grimacing, and his eyes were fixed on the Murong Lian. The light swords were still floating, protecting him in the center of the array.
After a moment of silence, a young master who had gone to Luo Mei Garden to look for Gu Mang suddenly reacted and shouted, "Oh! So it's this array! "
"What array?" The Murong Lian said angrily, "If you know, why don't you say it?!"
"This array … this subordinate also accidentally learned about this array. It's a bit embarrassing to talk about it …"
"Say it!!"
"In reply to Lord Wangshu, it's like this!" The young master saw that the Murong Lian was angry and hurriedly replied, "This array won't be activated if you attack him with magic or hit him with a high-grade weapon. But if you use a low-grade summoned weapon or punch or kick to hurt him, and make him feel very scared, many light swords will burst out from his body. This is also … "He was a bit embarrassed at this point, and forced himself to finish," This is also the reason why Gu Mang has been in Luo Mei Garden for so long, and no one can really do anything to him … "
The Murong Lian's anger, and stared hatefully at Gu across the table, "What kind of stupid array is this array?!"
The young master shook his head, "Gu Mang used to be a genius in the past. I don't know how many spells he created by himself, but most of them were extremely boring. This might have been created by him in the early years for fun. "
Now that he said this, the others also remembered.
To this day, there were still some scrolls that Gu Mang had altered in his youth in the Cultivation School's library. There were all sorts of little spells written on them, such as making cold dishes hot quickly, turning oneself into a cat in the time it takes for a stick of incense to burn, conjuring up a ball of fire to warm oneself up in the winter, and so on. The most popular spell was called "Whatever the General Says". It was said that in his early years, Gu Mang always liked to escape from those tedious and boring military meetings. In order to not be discovered by the commander-in-chief, he specially figured out this spell. He could turn a piece of wood into his own appearance and sit there to listen to the general's nonsense, while he himself ran away. God knows where he went to enjoy himself …
"Now that you think about it, it's really possible."
"Oh, right. It's simply ridiculous that it protects against punches and kicks but not against magic. One look and you can tell that it's not a serious defensive array."
"Gu Mang, that fellow, just likes to mess around and mess around. But he really hit the nail on the head. This kind of boring little spell actually protected him. "Someone laughed," Otherwise, he would have died in bed long ago. After all, there are probably a lot of people who want to sleep with him in the Chong Flower. It's a pity that no one has been able to break this array. "
Yue Chenqing listened from the side and scratched his head, muttering, "Damn, what array is this? The Flower of High Mountains Array? "
"Come on, Gu Mang the Flower of High Mountains?" Another young master laughed. He lowered his voice and joked with Yue Chenqing, "We might as well make up a couplet."
"Gu Mang the Flower of High Mountains." Yue Chenqing asked with interest, "Then what's the second half of the couplet?"
"Handsome Mo is dissolute and dissolute."
Yue Chenqing slapped his thigh and laughed, "Hahahaha, although it doesn't match at all, but —"
"What are you laughing at!" He was suddenly interrupted by the Murong Lian. The Murong Lian flew into a rage out of humiliation, "You don't know the rules. Be careful that I don't make things difficult for your father!"
"I didn't! How would I dare? " Yue Chenqing hurriedly said, "By the way, as long as the Lord Wangshu is happy, don't mention making things difficult for my father, even if you make things difficult for my father's daughter, it doesn't matter!"
The Murong Lian glared at him. He thought about how he had not been able to show off at tonight's banquet and even got a scar on his face. He felt embarrassed, so he turned his head and said hatefully, "Why aren't you coming?!"
"At your command, Lord!"
The Murong Lian flicked his sleeve and pointed at Gu Mang, "Take this stupid pig away. I don't want to see him again. In addition, transfer a few more sensible and clever girls from Fallen Plum Gardens to me. As for the punishment — "
He gritted his teeth and glanced at Mo Xi's face from the corner of his eye.
For some reason, Mo Xi's expression became a bit strange after seeing the array. He even glanced at Gu Mang's neck a few times.
"Marshal Mo … don't you have anything to say?"
"…" Mo Xi came back to his senses and withdrew his gaze from Gu Mang. He crossed his arms and said coldly, "Didn't the Lord Wangshu intend to fulfill someone's wish and give Gu Mang to me?"
The Murong Lian was startled, then said rather shamelessly, "I was just saying. Lord Wangshu ordered me to deal with him. How can I casually change hands?"
Mo Xi originally knew that he was not a person who would keep his word. A gentleman's promise cannot be taken back. To the Murong Lian, it was simply nonsense. What's more, this matter was originally a ridiculous child's play. If Lord Wangshu did not take back the decree himself, no one could arbitrarily change it.
Thus, he raised his eyes to meet the Murong Lian's aggressive gaze and said, "Since it's like this, the Lord Wangshu can deal with him himself. Why ask me?"
"Since you said so." The Murong Lian sneered, then turned his head and ordered, "Take him away. Give him 80 whips and deduct his food and drink for a month." He paused, then added maliciously.
"Starving to death is his own fault."
"…"
Gu Mang was taken away. The servants of Wang Shu's residence came over to clean up the messy table and set up a few new dishes. The banquet resumed.
Amidst the discussion and sighs, only Mo Xi did not speak. When the surrounding people began to drink again, he raised his eyes again and looked at the place where Gu Mang was taken away with a complicated gaze. His fingers slowly clenched in a dark place where no one could see.
Mo Xi did not like to drink, and hated hangovers even more.
But that day, after returning from Wang Shu's residence, he sat in the empty courtyard of his home and opened a jar of vintage wine. He drank one cup at a time and drank alone until he could see the bottom. He looked at the wugou in the sky and the clouds parted and the snow cleared. He suddenly asked the housekeeper standing beside him, "Li Wei. How many years have you been with me? "
"Lord, seven years."
Mo Xi murmured, "Seven years …"
Seven years ago, he pursued Gu Mang who had defected to the enemy. He went deep into the enemy's camp and was stabbed in the chest by Gu Mang. His life was hanging by a thread. He lay unconscious on the bed. Li Wei came to Xi He's residence to take care of him on the orders of Lord Wangshu at that time.
So it had been so long.
Mo Xi thought unwillingly. So, why couldn't he let go? Why couldn't he forget?
After drinking too much, he inevitably felt a little tipsy. He did not want to lose his mind. So when Li Wei wanted to pour him another cup, he shook his head, indicating that there was no need. Li Wei agreed. There were not many people who could truly control themselves in the face of lust, and Mo Quie was one of them.
"What do you think of Gu Mang and I?" Mo Xi suddenly asked.
Li Wei was stunned and hesitated, "… Not … too compatible?"
"… You're talking about compatibility between two men. I think you drank too much." Mo Xi glared at him, "Say it again."
Only then did Li Wei react and said with a smile, "Oh, the relationship between the two of you? It's not good for everyone to know. "
"Then what about before?"
"Before …" Li Wei pondered for a while, "I didn't have the fortune to serve by Lord's side. But I heard that Lord and Marshal Gu were martial brothers in the academy, comrades in the army, and … Alas, I don't know. I can't think of anything else. Some people say that you and Marshal Gu were quite close at that time. Others say that Marshal Gu was sunny and warm to everyone. So maybe he wasn't that close to you. That's about it. "
Mo Xi nodded and did not comment.
Martial brothers, comrades in the army, two generals in the kingdom.
This was the impression that most people had about the relationship between Mo Xi and Gu Mang. There seemed to be nothing wrong with it.
Li Wei asked curiously, "Then what was it like in reality?"
"Me and him?" Mo Xi actually smiled faintly. His long eyelashes drooped, hiding something bitter in his smile, "It's hard to say."
He paused and said slowly, "I shouldn't say it either."
No one in Chong Hua believed that Gu Mang was to Mo Xi in the past, like a clear spring to a traveler who was about to die of thirst.
Before meeting Gu Mang, Mo Xi was ambitious, responsible, strong-willed, and fearless. But he was more filled with hatred.
When he was young, he used to treat everyone with sincerity. But what did he get in return? His father died in battle, his mother betrayed him, and his uncle was in chaos. Each of his servants was better than the other. They called him Young Master, but they were all working for his uncle. He looked around and found that there was no one he could trust.
At that time, he didn't understand what he did wrong to be treated so harshly by fate.
It was at that time that he met Gu Mang.
At that time, Gu Mang was so kind and upright. Even though he was just a slave, with a lowly status, he never resented or blamed anyone. When Mo Xi was with him in the beginning, he had a bad temper and often offended him. But Gu Mang always tolerated him with a smile — he was always considerate of other people's difficulties, even though he had gone through a lot of hardships.
He was always trying to breathe in every bit of kindness in life, and then desperately trying to bloom a small flower.
He knew that he would be punished for pretending to be a Murong Lian to buy medicine, and even lose the right to cultivate in the school, but he still insisted on doing it. After the incident, Gu Mang didn't explain anything when he knelt on the confession altar in the school. He only shamelessly said that he thought it was fun.
But which slave would ruin his hard-earned opportunity to rise just for fun?
It was clearly because he saw with his own eyes that the villagers were plagued by the plague all year round and were plagued with illness.
He felt that he couldn't bear it.
But he was too lowly, so lowly that even if he used the lowest posture and softest voice to say "I just want to save people", he would be mercilessly ridiculed. Even if he dug out his burning chest and let them see his heart that was about to die, they would only laugh at his hot-bloodedness, doubt his kindness, ridicule his overconfidence, and laugh at his trembling heart.
He knew all of this.
So he didn't argue.
People said that if one was rich, one should help the world; if one was poor, one should only take care of oneself. He himself was in this situation, a little slave of Wangshu Mansion, but he didn't worry about what to eat next and how to please his master. Instead, he took on the burden of saving lives and helping the wounded — what an overconfident clown.
But it was his overestimation of his own abilities back then, his passionate and burning sincerity, that pulled Mo Xie, who was already thoroughly disappointed in human nature, onto the right path.
"Master," Li Wei advised while he was in a daze, "it's late at night and the dew is heavy. You should go and rest."
Mo Xi didn't answer immediately. His hand was still in front of his eyebrows, covering his eyes. When he heard the housekeeper's voice, he turned his face slightly. His fingers trembled slightly, as if he was wiping something. After a while, he said in a low and gentle voice, "Li Wei."
"Yes."
"… Tell me." He muttered, "Gu Mang … Is it possible that he didn't lose his memory at all? Is he pretending? "
The author has something to say:
"Little Yueyue's Differential Treatment"
Murong Lian: Laugh, laugh! I even got injured when I helped! I quit! What are you laughing at, Yue Chenqing! If you laugh again, I'll give you a hard time!
Yue Chenqing: As long as Big Brother Murong is happy, I'll give my father a hard time!
Yue Juntian: You're unfilial!
Murong Lian: "Alright, you're shameless enough. What if I make your brother's life difficult?"
Yue Chenqing: As long as Big Brother Murong is happy, I'm willing to let my brother wear his shoes!
Jiang Yexue: "… You're finally willing to call me big brother?"
Murong Lian: F * ck! What if I make your Fourth Uncle's life difficult?!
Yue Chenqing: As long as Brother Murong is happy … Wait? What?! You want to make life difficult for my Fourth Uncle? No!!! You're not allowed to get close to my fourth uncle!
The mysterious fourth uncle was speechless.
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