In the evening, it was snowing at the border of Chong Hua. A layer of pure white snow gradually accumulated on the ground. Wheels rolled over the ground and pedestrians walked past, leaving a few lines of different depths.
Wang Ermazi, who was selling steamed pancakes in the market, was shouting with all his might. He exhaled dense white smoke from his mouth and shouted loudly, "Come, fresh steamed pancakes!"
He knocked twice on the broken gong hanging by the stove and continued to shout, "There is nothing in this world that can be thicker than my pancakes — except for Gu Mang's face! Come and buy, come and buy! "
The passers-by heard this and secretly laughed.
This pancake stall had been open for more than ten years. In the early years, Wang Ermazi had a different set of lyrics. At that time, he shouted with a hoarse voice, "Take a look, take a look, take a look, take a look, Gu Mang's favorite pancake. After you eat it, you will be as invincible as Gu Mang and rise up in the ranks!"
In the wind and snow, a group of cavalry slowly came over. The leader was a young man about seventeen or eighteen years old. He wore a brocade hat and a mink coat. His handsome face was wrapped in a thick fur collar, looking very lazy.
This young man was called Yue Chenqing, and he was the deputy general of the city guards.
This person had two abilities that made others feel inferior. First, he was open-minded. As the saying goes, if others are angry, I don't get angry, but if I get angry and fall ill, no one will take my place. If I get angry, who will be happy? Moreover, it will be tiring and exhausting. Yue Chenqing understood this very well. He almost never really got angry. He was the most good-tempered person among the young masters.
The second ability was to make himself feel as comfortable as possible. Therefore, if he could sit, he would never stand. If he could lie down, he would never sit. Yue Chenqing's favorite sentence was, "If there is wine today, drink it straight. If there is no food tomorrow, I will rub it off my brother." Therefore, if he had good things, he would never keep them for the night. After drinking the wine, he would sleep first and talk later.
As for patrolling … he would play first and then patrol later.
In the grassy market at the northern border, most of the things sold were animal skins, herbs, spirit stones, slaves, and so on. Although it was not very interesting, it was a good way to pass the time in the bitter cold of the army.
"I want that seven-tailed cat."
"Go and buy me the tail feather of the Ubuki as well."
"The Tumbling Grass sold by that shop looks pretty good. It'll definitely be good for refining medicine. Give me ten baskets."
As he walked, he ordered his subordinates to help him buy large and small goods from the market. Although the subordinates were uneasy about this dereliction of duty, they couldn't say much in consideration of the deputy commander's face.
As they strolled around, Yue Chenqing felt hungry. She searched left and right for something to eat. Suddenly, she heard Wang Ermazi shouting from afar. His hoarse voice rang out through the wind and snow.
"Selling steamed biscuits! He was as thick-skinned as Gu Mang! Let's go and take a look! "
When Yue Chenqing heard this, the corner of her mouth twitched. She thought to herself, Aiya, this person is actually using Gu Mang to make an issue out of it! How could this be? He was going to get into trouble!
As she thought this, she immediately urged her horse forward. Just as she was about to reprimand him, a strong smell of burnt biscuits assaulted her nose. Thus, just as Yue Chenqing was about to reprimand her, she swallowed back the saliva that was about to flow out.
The reprimand became, "… Give me a biscuit."
"Okay!" Wang Ermazi nimbly took out a piece of browned steamed biscuit from the stove and placed it in an oiled paper bag. She handed it to the customer in front of her. "Here, take it. Be careful, it's hot. You must eat this biscuit while it's hot! "
Yue Chenqing took the hot steamed biscuit and bit into it. It made a crunching sound. The golden crispy biscuit flowed with some hot oil. The taste of wheat bran, minced meat, and crushed pepper blossomed on the tip of her tongue. In an instant, the burnt aroma filled the air and she swallowed her saliva.
She couldn't help but praise, "It tastes really good."
"Isn't it? My Erma Sesame Biscuits are the best in the world. " Wang Ermazi boasted proudly, "Even if Gu Mang was so glorious back then, when he returned to the city after the war, he would definitely come to my stall to eat five or six biscuits!"
After he finished boasting, he didn't forget to angrily add, "However, if I had known that Gu Mang would become a traitor's lackey in the end, I would have mixed some poison in the biscuits I sold him back then. I would have gotten rid of this evil for the people as soon as possible!"
Yue Chenqing chewed on the biscuit and said, "Don't say such things so casually in the future. Also, you need to quickly change that yell of yours. "
Wang Ermazi widened his eyes. "Sir, why is that?"
"In any case, when Sir is speaking, you just have to listen obediently." Yue Chenqing took another big bite of the biscuit, his cheeks bulging. "We're about to go to war with Liao Country. I'm afraid our army will be stationed here for three to five years. If you keep shouting Gu Mang's name like this …" He laughed maliciously. "Hehe, be careful of touching a certain important person's sore spot."
The certain important person Yue Chenqing was talking about was naturally their commander-in-chief, Mo Xi.
Mo Xi was the Lord Xi He who was conferred the title by the late Emperor. He was born in the noble Mo Family. The Mo Family had four generals: Mo Xi's maternal grandfather, grandfather, and Mo Xi's biological father. Under the suppression of such a bloodline, Mo Xi naturally had extremely terrifying spiritual power talent. In addition, he later studied under the strictest Elder of the Cultivation School. By this year, he was already the number one general in Chong Hua.
And he was only 28 years old.
Because of his family background, Mo Xi's temperament was as cold as a blade. His father had repeatedly warned him to "bury a hero's ambition in the land of gentleness. Don't provoke women and do more work." Therefore, Mo Xi had always been pure and had a very upright character. It could be said that in his 28 years, he had not made a single mistake.
Except for Gu Mang.
To Mo Que, Gu Mang was like ink on paper, mud in snow, and a smear of blood that made one's imagination run wild on a clean and white mattress that a gentleman should be neat and tidy.
— He was the stain of his life.
It was night.
In the encampment outside the frontier fortress, a clear cry broke through the wind and sand. The voice of an opera singer drifted slowly, like a ghost floating in the frost.
"… Yu Ming Xin Chi Yu. Jin Yu Xiao Ge Qing. There are love songs and wine, Mo Fu Ye. Looking at the heartless insects and ants, it's also about love … "
The bodyguards guarding outside the deputy commander-in-chief's encampment looked left and right like quails. They saw a tall black figure coming from afar and their faces changed. They hurriedly opened the tent and said, "Oh no! Oh no! "
On the commander-in-chief's seat inside the tent, Yue Chenqing yawned and looked up. She supported her face with one hand and asked, "What's not good?"
"Oh no! Deputy commander-in-chief, you'd better get up quickly and go strengthen the defense. Don't listen to the opera. "
"What's the hurry?" Yue Chenqing said lazily, "It won't be too late to go after listening to it."
Then she said to the opera singers in the tent, "Don't just stand there. You guys continue to sing."
Therefore, her delicate voice reached the clouds, and her opera voice was like a faint silk thread that stretched for a long time, "The country rises from the yin. The wind flowers form from the corners of the eyes. The contract still has the incomplete sutra. To ask when the east wind blows from the dream. "
"Oh, my Deputy Commander-In-Chief Yue. Deputy Commander-In-Chief, please tell them to stop singing." The bodyguard said anxiously, "What's going on?"
"Life is short. Enjoy while you can," Yue Chenqing nibbled her nails happily, "Otherwise, life will be too boring."
"But if Lord Xi He sees you like this, he'll be angry again …"
"Lord Xi He isn't here. Why are you so nervous?" Yue Chenqing said with a smile, "Besides, Lord Xi He is always unhappy. He doesn't seek pleasure or have fun. He's already so old, but he still gets angry when he hears me say dirty jokes. Don't you think it's tiring for me to make him happy?"
"Deputy Commander-In-Chief," the bodyguard looked like he was about to cry, "Please keep your voice down …"
"Hmm? Why? "
"Because, because …" The bodyguard glanced at the gap between the curtains of the tent and stammered, "Because …"
Yue Chenqing rolled on the commander-in-chief's seat and even covered her head with Lord Xi He's silver coat. She said with a smile, "Are you guys scared of Lord Xi He? Why do you keep stammering whenever he's mentioned? "
"Sigh, but Lord Xi He is also a person," Yue Chenqing said, "He wants to abstain from sex, but he's made the whole army feel bored with him. Look at our whole army, we don't even see a female dog. "
This was true. In the whole Chong Hua army, Lord Xi He's army was the most miserable.
Although Lord Xi He's army was never stingy with food and clothing, as Yue Chenqing said, this person was boring and serious. Not only did he not get close to beauties, but he also didn't let his subordinates find girls to have fun with.
Yue Chenqing found it funny, but she held back her laughter and pretended to be serious, sighing, "He's good in every way, but he's too controlling. You see, he's obsessive, anxious, and obsessed with cleanliness, and he's so boring. It's really a waste of his handsome face. "
The bodyguard looked like he was in trouble and said anxiously, "Young Master Yue, don't say anymore …"
Yue Chenqing didn't stop, but became more excited, "Look at all of you holding it in, you're all so hot, aren't you? Hehe, since he's not here, I'll quickly untie all of you. Tonight, let the brothers go hook up with girls. The curfew will be lifted, and we'll hold a beauty pageant bonfire party. I want to award the most beautiful girl in the nearby village — "
"Who are you going to award?"
Suddenly, a deep and harsh male voice sounded. The tent was flung open, and a tall man in silver armor walked in.
His military uniform was straight, his shoulders were broad, and his waist was thin. He also had a pair of long legs wrapped in black military boots. When he looked up, his facial features were cold and handsome, and his gaze was cold and sharp.
This person was none other than the Lord Xi He that Yue Chenqing had been teasing, Mo Xi.
Why did Mo Xi suddenly come back?!!
Yue Chenqing was dumbfounded at first, but when she came back to her senses, she immediately shivered and wrapped herself tightly in a fur coat.
"Commander-in-chief Mo." Deputy Commander-in-chief Yue pretended to be pitiful, "Why didn't you tell me that you came back early, sob sob sob — Ouch!"
Ouch because Mo Xi felt that his crying was too disgusting, so he directly condensed a spiritual sword and threw it at Yue Chenqing's cheek.
Yue Chenqing was almost beheaded. She hurriedly got up from the commander's seat and brushed the messy hair on her face, "Lord Xi He, why did you hit me!"
"You asked me, but I haven't asked you yet. Tell me, why are there women in our army? "
Mo Xi glanced at the singers and performers who were silent out of fear, then turned to look at Yue Chenqing, "Did you bring them in?"
Yue Chenqing originally wanted to mutter a few words, but when she met Mo Xi's gaze, she immediately became timid, "… Don't be like this. I'm just listening to a song. It's a famous song from the Lichun Kingdom. Lord Xi He, do you want to listen to a part of it … "
Mo Xi's expression was grave and stern, and he said irritably, "Decadent music. Drag her out. "
Fortunately, he didn't say anything about beheading her.
Yue Chenqing hugged her knees and curled up in the commander's seat, sobbing miserably, "You're simply cold-blooded and heartless. I'm going to tell my father that you didn't treat me well."
Mo Xi glanced at her, "You go out too."
Yue Chenqing, "…"
After Yue Chenqing left, feeling aggrieved, Mo Xi sat down alone in the tent. He took off his black dragon leather armguard, pressed his slender and pale fingers to the side of his forehead, and then slowly closed his eyes. Under the candlelight, his complexion seemed to be a little pale, with a hint of sickness and fatigue. Coupled with the ruthlessness in his eyes, he looked even more haggard.
He seemed to have a lot on his mind.
Not long ago, he received a secret letter from the capital of the Chong Hua Kingdom. It was personally written by the current ruler of the Chong Hua Kingdom. After receiving the letter, Mo Xi read it over and over again three times before he finally confirmed that he did not read it wrongly.
Gu Mang was going back to the Chong Hua Kingdom.
At this moment, the letter was already tucked in the lapel of his clothes. It was pressed against Mo Xi's heavy and powerful heartbeat, and the warmth of the man's arms — Gu Mang was going back to the Chong Hua Kingdom — this news was like thorns stuck in his chest, pricking painfully.
Mo Xi frowned, trying his best to suppress his irritation, but in the end, the evil fire still rushed out. He suddenly opened his eyes, and his long legs wrapped in black military boots kicked over the table in front of him with a bang.
"Crash."
"Aiyo, Commander-in-Chief Mo!" The bodyguard guarding outside the tent hurriedly leaned in and said in fear and trepidation, "Please calm down. Young Master Yue is young, and it's normal for him to like to play and fool around. It's my fault for not stopping Young Master Yue from watching the play. If you want to blame or punish him, feel free to say it, but please don't be angry and harm your health …"
Mo Xi suddenly turned around. In the darkness, his eyes were like flames and lightning.
"Get out."
"…"
"No one is allowed to come in without my permission."
"Yes …"
The curtains of the tent fell again. It was terrifyingly quiet inside and outside. Only the sound of the northern wind and snow could be heard outside the tent. There were the movements of soldiers in the distance, and the squeaking of military boots on the snow, as well as the neighing of the warhorses of the Spirit Beast Battalion.
Mo Xi turned his head to the side, lowered his eyes, and stared at the mulberry berries rolling on the ground. Those fruits looked like the heads that Gu Mang had personally plucked off in the past few years.
He wondered why a person who had done so many ruthless, evil, and wrong things, betrayed his country, his comrades, and his close friends, and now bore a bad reputation, a blood debt, and a deep hatred, still had the courage to come back.
How could Gu Mang still have the face to come back?
Mo Xi paused for a while, forcing himself to calm down. Only then did he take out the secret letter that he had read so many times. Jun Shang's handwriting was elegant, and it was neatly written:
Liao Country intends to have a truce with our country. In order to show their sincerity, they have sent people to escort the traitor Gu Mang back to the city.
Gu Mang was a man of our Chong Hua. He once had my trust, but instead of being loyal, he defected to the enemy and betrayed our country. In the past five years, he plundered our country's cities, destroyed our homeland's peace, slaughtered his former comrades, and abandoned his old friends and relatives. His crime is unpardonable.
In ten days, Gu Mang will return to the city with his head in his hands. His hatred is widespread, and it is not something that I alone can decide. Therefore, I urgently write to the various lords to discuss this matter. Although Lord Xi He is far away in Guanshan, he is my right-hand man. Therefore, I sincerely ask you to meet him, please do not refuse.
Please take good care of yourself.
Mo Xi stared at the letter for a long time. Suddenly he laughed coldly. As he laughed, pain and hatred gradually appeared on his face.
This person committed the serious crime of treason. What reason was there to let him continue to live?
The carriage was split in half, and the soup was cut into pieces.
Should be killed!
He thought bitterly.
Should be killed.
But when he raised the brush to his wrist and wrote the word 'kill', his hand trembled, and the brush and ink wet the handkerchief.
Suddenly, the faint sound of pottery came from outside the tent. He didn't know which corner of the tent it was, but he was homesick. The melancholy of separation filled the tent, and the ground was covered in white frost.
Mo Xi was stunned for a moment. His black eyes flashed with an indescribable light. Finally, he cursed inwardly and threw the brush in front of him. He picked up the secret letter, and a flame suddenly appeared in his palm, burning it to ashes in an instant.
Bits of ashes flew up. Lord Xi He blew on the ashes, and condensed them into a butterfly that could transmit messages from a thousand miles away.
"Gu Mang was once recommended by me. He committed treason, and I cannot absolve myself from the blame. As for the trial, I should avoid arousing suspicion and should not be involved. "He paused, and then slowly added," Mo Xi of the Northern Region sends his regards. "
Then he raised his hand, and the spirit butterfly flew away.
He looked at the place where the butterfly disappeared, and thought, 'Okay, the dispute between me and Gu Mang for more than ten years has finally come to an end.' Gu Mang had killed so many Chong Hua soldiers, and even hurt the hearts of the people. Now that he had been used by the enemy and sent back, it would be strange if the civil and military officials of the capital were not anxious to take revenge.
But he still had to guard the border for two more years. It seemed that he would not be able to see Gu Mang's death sentence.
He slowly closed his eyes. Although there was no emotion on his face, his fingernails had sunk deep into his palms.
It was all over.
Old friends were on different paths, unable to return.
Today they met again, but things remained the same, but people had changed.
What kind of feeling was this? Perhaps other people would never understand.
Mo Xi sat in the camp, and his face looked so tired in the empty tent.
In the end, he was unable to save Gu Mang from the wrong path.
Old enemy, enemy, foe.
This would be the conclusion of their relationship in the history books in the future.
In this world, except for the two of them, perhaps no one else would know of this extremely dirty and extremely erotic secret. That was, these two opponents who seemed to be at loggerheads with each other —
Actually, they had slept together before.
Yes.
Many years ago, the abstinent and disciplined Lord Xi He had once pressed Gu Mang on the bed and fiercely violated him. The strict and cold man had once lost control over Gu Mang. Hot sweat dripped on his chest, and desire colored his eyes.
But what about the all-powerful, war-filled Gu Mang? Gu Mang had once been fucked to tears on Lord Xi He's bed. He had once slightly opened his soft lips and longed for Mo Xi's kiss. He had indulged Mo Xi to leave bruises on his strong and strong body.
They were enemies, and their hatred had accumulated. It was destined that only death could resolve it.
But before that, when they had yet to change their paths to the Dao …
Those two young people had also been so passionately entangled.
Their desires were unrestrained. They were inseparable.
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