Li Wei was stunned. "What?"
Mo Xi still did not look up. His deep eyes were covered by the shadow of his hand. He said in a low and nasal voice, "Maybe he still remembers something. His mind is not completely damaged. He's pretending. "
"How is that possible?" Li Wei's eyes widened. "Gu Mang's illness was diagnosed by Shen Nongtai. Chong Hua's best doctor, Doctor Jiang, also came to diagnose him. His spiritual nucleus is broken, he lost two souls, and his mind is damaged. He thinks he's a wolf …"
"Have you ever seen a wolf who would rather hurt himself than hurt others?!"
Li Wei was stunned.
Was it his imagination? Lord Xi He's eyes were actually a little red.
"Lord, Lord, why do you say that …"
Mo Xi closed his eyes. His anger was not directed at Li Wei. He just really did not want to hear words like "Gu Mang does not remember anything" anymore.
"At Wangshu Mansion. The Murong Lian gave him two choices: to break my arm or to cut his own face. "Mo Xi turned his head and looked at the shadows of the trees. After a while, he murmured," He chose the latter. "
Li Wei, "…"
"Tell me, what kind of wolf would make such a choice?"
Li Wei thought, Tell you? Tell you what?! Look at your bad temper. If I told you that Gu Mang might not have understood Lord Wangshu's question at all, wouldn't you jump up and kick me to death???
Since that day, Mo Xi had been a little obsessed.
Although Li Wei later took advantage of his good mood to tactfully express to him that "Gu Mang's brain is really not good now. He doesn't understand many words. Communicating with him is like communicating with a three-year-old child. Sometimes you have to repeat a sentence several times." Mo Xi could not let go of this faint hope in his heart.
In the end, Li Wei had no choice but to say, "Master, why don't you go and verify it with Shennongtai?"
"…"
There were many Murong Lian in Shennongtai, so Mo Xi didn't want to go there.
Li Wei suggested again, "Why don't you go to the Imperial Medicine Building and ask Pharmacist Jiang?"
Pharmacist Jiang was a cold and unkind person. Mo Xi didn't have a good impression of him. But in the end, he couldn't bear the torment in his heart and went to pay a visit. Outside the luxurious and extravagant Medicine Manor, a young apprentice said in fear and trepidation, "Lord Xi He, my Shopkeeper Jiang has gone out to gather herbs."
"When will he be back?"
"The shopkeeper's departure date is uncertain. It could be three to five days, or three to five months."
"Did he say where he went?"
"When the shopkeeper picks herbs, he travels all over the world."
Mo Xi was speechless. Looking at the young apprentice shaking his head as he answered, he could only nod and turn his horse back to the manor.
Perhaps it was because his obsession was too deep that he kept thinking about Gu Mang all day long. That night, after Mo Que fell asleep, he had a dream.
In the dream, he vaguely went back to many years ago. He finally understood what was on his mind and couldn't wait for the day to confess.
It was a quiet night at the border of the Great Wall.
He was very young, not even twenty years old. At that time, he wasn't the famous Lord Xi He and Gu Mang was still under the name of the Murong Lian.
They fought fiercely with the Burning Country and many people died. When Mo Xi was packing up his comrades' belongings, he saw a bloodstained love letter from a swan goose. He held the letter that hadn't been sent yet and stared at it for a long time.
Mo Xi's family was unfortunate. Since he was young, he had seen mutual deception, betrayal and exploitation.
This was the first time he saw passionate and true love.
The cultivator who died in the battle was a rough man. He didn't even like to read books, but in the smoke of war, he seriously wrote such a long letter word by word. In the letter, he didn't talk about the suffering of the war, nor did he talk about meritorious deeds. He only talked about the mole on the girl's eyebrows and the new seedlings planted in the courtyard.
Next year, when the flowers are brilliant, Xiao Yan will sing and play the flute.
It was a clumsy and not even neat poem, but it was so gentle that it seemed like it could drip water.
It was actually written by such a rough and clumsy man.
When he was writing, he really saw the scene of him playing the flute and singing with the girl named Xiao Yan in front of the flowers planted by him after he returned victorious in the coming year.
In the end, all that was left was this bloodstained letter.
Mo Xi couldn't express how he felt at that time. He sat on the edge of the couch for a long time, holding the letter in his hand.
Next year, when the flowers are brilliant, Xiao Yan will sing and play the flute.
If the person who died today was him, was there anyone he couldn't let go of?
He quickly thought of a familiar figure. But he didn't think much of it. It was only after a long time that he suddenly reacted. He was stunned for a moment, and his back was covered in cold sweat. It was as if a cluster of fire had suddenly lit up in his chest, illuminating everything. But it was also as if that cluster of fire had always been silently illuminating him, licking him and tormenting him in the depths of his heart.
It was just that he didn't realize it before and didn't understand what the feelings he suppressed were.
He sat there in a daze, but the wildfire in his heart burned hotter and hotter. Something collapsed, and something stood up with a loud bang.
Outside the tent, there were cultivators who were mourning for their dead brothers. There was also the faint sound of rain and the silent sound of the wind.
He clenched the thin letter in his hand. Who would die tomorrow?
Whose heart would be stained with blood tomorrow?
Suddenly, he couldn't restrain the impulse in his heart. He suddenly lifted the curtain and bumped into the medicine cultivator who came in to heal him. The medicine cultivator was shocked. "Master Mo?"
Mo Xi didn't answer. He strode out of the tent, his pace getting faster and faster. He put the blood-stained letter in his robe. He would take it back to the "Xiao Yan" mentioned in the letter. But now he was in a hurry to find someone. He suddenly became so anxious, as if if he didn't say it, he wouldn't have the chance to say it again tomorrow, and death was imminent.
"Master Mo! Master Mo! "
The healing cultivator in a white robe with wide sleeves chased out of the camp and shouted at him, "Master Mo, the wound on your arm —"
But he didn't care. He didn't want to care about that insignificant injury. He ran out of the camp alone, called for a spirit horse, and rode it forward.
The wind and snow blew in his face, and behind him were the pigeons of the garrison camp. The fine sound was thrown further and further away. His heart was filled with a ball of hot blood. He wanted to find Gu Mang, who was on night duty, and talk to him. He could feel his thumping heartbeat and his anxious heart. Even though the wind was blowing and the snow was cold, his palms were slightly wet.
"Where's Gu Mang?"
When he arrived at the North Army camp, he panted and asked the cultivator of the garrison army before dismounting.
"I'm looking for him. Where is he?"
The cultivator was shocked to see him in such a hurry. "Master Mo, Master Mo, do you have an urgent report?"
"What urgent report? Do I have to have an urgent report when I see someone?" He exhaled hot white smoke from his mouth, and his tone became more anxious.
"Then you …"
The cultivator glanced at Mo Xi's injured arm. He hesitated for a moment and didn't ask any more questions. But Mo Xi already understood what he meant. Then why didn't you rest and recuperate? Why did you run from the South Army to the North Army in the wind and snow to look for a nobody?
Mo Xi was too anxious.
And too impulsive.
He had just figured out one thing, a very important thing that had troubled him for a long time. He had to find Gu Mang. If he didn't find Gu Mang immediately, it was as if his hot blood would dry up overnight.
He had always been a man of his word. Once he set his mind on something, he had to hold it in his hands. At that time, he was young and didn't experience the bitterness of love.
He didn't even consider the consequences, didn't think about human relationships, and didn't think about whether he would be rejected.
He didn't know anything. Just like that, he came to Gu Mang's tent impulsively with his true heart. Standing in front of the military tent, his fingers trembled slightly. His blood was getting hotter and hotter, and his heart was beating faster and faster. Finally, his Adam's apple moved. He took a deep breath and opened the curtain with a "hua" sound.
"Gu Mang —"
A cultivator with a decent appearance turned around. It was Gu Mang's good friend at that time, Lu Zhanxing.
Lu Zhanxing was also a Murong Lian's study attendant. He grew up with Gu Mang since he was a child, and he was very eccentric. At this time, he was nibbling on fruits and reading sword manuals in the tent. When he saw Mo Xi, he was stunned. "Young Master Mo?"
"…"
"Why are you here?"
"Where's Gu Mang?"
"You're looking for him." Lu Zhanxing nibbled on a juicy pear and suddenly laughed. "Why are you all looking for him tonight?"
"… Who's looking for him?"
"Oh, no one, just a few of our friends looking for him to go to the nearby village to play. Young Master Mo, you don't know him. I wanted to go too, but my leg hasn't fully recovered yet, so I was too lazy to go … "
Lu Zhanxing rambled on, and Mo Xi became even more anxious. He bit his lower lip and asked, "Where did he go?"
Lu Zhanxing smiled and prepared to answer his question.
But just as Mo Xi was about to dream of the answer from that year, he felt a pain.
It was as if the heart instinctively wanted to protect itself from the pain, so the heavy darkness suddenly came crashing down and crushed the answer. The dream was blown away like the most fragile dust.
The darkness became deeper and deeper, and the dream became deeper and deeper, and there was no more sound.
In the end, the world became nothingness.
Everything returned to silence.
The next day, Mo Xi woke up to the chirping of the birds in the courtyard. He slowly blinked and gradually regained consciousness, as if he had swum ashore from a broken mirror.
"… Gu Mang …"
He was trapped in the aftertaste of the dream. He raised his hand and felt that his palm was slightly warm, and there was even a thin layer of sweat. He seemed to be able to clearly recall the burning feeling when he was young, but the content of the dream had gradually become blurred.
"Lord." Seeing that he was awake, Li Wei hurried over and bowed. "Lord Changfeng sent some gifts early in the morning, and they are temporarily in the Flower Hall. Lord, do you want to accept them?"
"Lord Changfeng?"
He had just woken up, and now he was dreaming of the past. Even the wise and mighty Lord Xi He couldn't calm down for a while. After a while, he rubbed his forehead and frowned slightly as he remembered —
That was an old aristocrat who had fallen from grace. Although he still had his status now, it was only in name. Lord Changfeng hadn't interacted with other people for many, many years.
Mo Xi was a little grumpy after being woken up. He pressed his throbbing forehead and asked, "Why did he suddenly send me gifts?"
"He didn't say in detail."
Mo Xi was a person who was used to being upright. He paused and said, "Then you can return them to him. Just say that I appreciate his kindness, but I don't want them."
"Yes."
After Mo Que finished washing up and dressing up, he walked to the parlor to take a look. It was really exaggerated. There were pearls, jade, silk brocade, magic weapons, and elixirs. There were so many boxes that he frowned. He called Li Wei, who was busy, over.
"Did Lord Changfeng commit a crime?"
"Ah?" Li Wei stared blankly. "No."
"Then what does he mean by this?"
"This …" Li Wei thought that Lord Changfeng seemed to have offended many nobles in the Cultivation School because of his daughter. Some of them were even from powerful families. Giving Lord Xi He gifts at this time was obviously to test the situation and see if he could keep this ignorant Great Commander who had just returned to the city.
But Steward Li was still very smart. He knew that it was best not to get involved in the affairs of these families. So he said, "Even Lord doesn't know about this, so I definitely don't know."
Mo Xi scanned the gifts a few more times. He still couldn't figure out the other party's intentions, so he simply didn't bother with it anymore. He just straightened his sleeves and said, "I'm going out. I won't be back at noon. Tell the kitchen not to prepare any food."
"Oh …" Li Wei responded, but couldn't help sneaking a glance at Mo Xi.
Lord wasn't quite right these days.
It seemed that ever since he came back from Wangshu Manor, even if there were no court meetings or military affairs, he would still run out every day. Sometimes he would run for half a day, sometimes for a whole day, and sometimes only come back late at night. And he wouldn't let his attendants follow him.
Why did it seem like he was having a secret rendezvous with a certain beauty …
As soon as he thought this, Li Wei almost broke out in a cold sweat —
No, no, no!
How could this be? How could this be?
First there was Meng Ze, then there was Yan Ping, not to mention all the other rich ladies and flirtatious b * tches. All of them had tried to melt Lord Xi He, this aloof and cold male god, but none of them had been able to do it.
Li Wei thought to himself that if Lord Xi He really could go on a date with a girl behind everyone's back, then what kind of femme fatale was she?
Mo Xi sat down at a tea stall on the corner of the street with a dark expression and ordered a pot of Yangxian tea. The tea was quickly served, accompanied by some dried fruits and candied fruits. Mo Xi slowly sipped the tea, his long eyes occasionally looking across the street.
Across the street was the lotus pond in the backyard of Luo Mei Villa.
And that filthy "femme fatale" hadn't appeared for a long time.
A few days ago, Gu Mang would stare blankly here almost every day, doing nothing but standing alone on the pontoon bridge, silently staring at the fish in the lotus pond.
His face was blank, as if he had just experienced a heavy snowfall.
At first, Mo Xi didn't know what was so interesting about the fish, until one day, he saw Gu Mang trying to catch a fish — of course, he didn't catch the fish, so he squatted on the shore and stared blankly at the koi fish swaying away into the distance. His Adam's apple moved, and he swallowed his saliva, his eyes gradually becoming blank.
Mo Xi then understood that he was hungry.
That day, the Murong Lian said that he would deduct a month's worth of food from him, and now it had been more than ten days. So the aggrieved Gu Mang actually wanted to catch fish himself to eat …
But for some reason, since that day, Gu Mang hadn't appeared. Mo Xi came every day, but he never saw him squatting on the fish again.
Today was no exception.
Slowly, the tea was finished, and he asked the stall owner to add a new pot. After sitting for a long time, he still didn't see Gu Mang.
This person hadn't appeared for five days in a row, could it be that something happened in Luo Mei Villa again?
Mo Xi thought. Although his face was still calm, he began to feel anxious. He endured and drank the last bit of Yang Xian tea, but it couldn't quench the fire in his heart. In the end, he got up and walked across the street —
The author has something to say:
"Confession Mode"
20-year-old Mo Xi's confession: Don't care about anything, just rush over to find her.
30-year-old Mo Xi's confession: I don't want to confess anymore.
Gu Mang's normal version of his confession: I'm serious about sleeping with you.
Gu Mang's wolf version of his confession: Your fur is so nice, can you lend it to me?
Little Yueyue's confession: You're better than my fourth uncle!
Jiang Yexue's confession: I'm a widower, and I don't plan to remarry. I've said it many times.
Murong Lian's confession: Miss, are you willing to be scolded like a sieve in the comments section with me?
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