The cold room in the dark prison was a dark and sealed room without light. The interior was not as big as the cowshed, but the walls were a foot thick. There were three layers of security. If there was a major case in Chong Hua that required the interrogation of heinous criminals, it would all be carried out here.
"There is no god, no way out. In this quiet and desolate room, ten thousand ghosts cry in the middle of the night."
On the cold room's stone bed, there were countless corpses of prisoners who had died tragically. Who knew how much old blood paste had seeped into the cracks between the thick and cold bricks.
"Hurry up and deal with it. Stop the bleeding. Jun Shang has ordered that this person cannot die."
In the dark prison, the jailer was angrily giving orders. The medicine cultivators under his command were running back and forth in the prison, busily taking out spiritual medicines and magic tools. There were also young apprentices who hurriedly poured out the dirty blood that had been wiped out.
The jailer slapped his forehead and sighed, "Heavens, Lord Wangshu is too ruthless. What is this …"
Just as he was in a terrible fix, he suddenly heard someone shout from outside, "Lord Xi He has arrived!"
The jailer almost bit off his own tongue.
Wangshu has arrived, Wangshu has arrived, Wangshu has left, Xi He has arrived. The two of them were like the sun and the moon rising in the east and setting in the west, taking turns to kill Gu Mang.
Originally, if a traitor was killed, then so be it. How many people could come out alive after being interrogated in the cold room? But Jun Shang had said that this person had to be left alive. So the two nobles were having fun, but the unlucky one was him!
As he cursed in his heart, he put on a warm smile on his face and said, "Oh, Lord Xi He, you've come. You see, this subordinate is so busy. Please forgive me for not going out to meet you. Lord Xi He, please forgive me. Don't be like this subordinate …"
Before he could say anything. Mo Xi raised his hand to interrupt him. His eyes didn't even look at him as he walked into the cold room.
The jailer hurriedly tried to dissuade him, "Lord Xi He, you can't go. He's injured all over, and he's not awake. Even if you want to interrogate him … "
"I want to see him."
"But the Lord Xi He …"
"I said I want to see him," Mo Xi said angrily. "Don't you understand?!"
"…"
"Get out of my way!"
The jailer didn't dare to block him again. He hurriedly turned to the side to make way for Mo Xi, while he followed closely behind.
The cold room was extremely cold.
A blue flame flickered within the skeleton lampstand. It was the only source of light here. Gu Mang was lying on the stone bed. His white prison clothes had been dyed bright red, and there was still blood dripping down the drain. His face was frighteningly pale, and his eyes were wide open.
Mo Xi walked to his side silently, but he did not react at all.
The jailer explained cautiously, "The Lord Wangshu suspected that he had something to do with the murder at Hongyan Tower, so he used the Water of Confession on him. He also tried to use the Soul-Sucking Technique to dig out some memories from his head, but it was useless."
Mo Xi didn't say anything. He just looked at the body on the stone bed. There were a few medicine practitioners around him who were busy treating the curse wounds on Gu Mang's body. However, there were too many wounds on his body, and they were too deep. They couldn't stop all of them at once …
The jailer said bitterly, "Lord Xi He, see, I didn't lie to you, right? He's really dying. Even if you want to interrogate him now, he won't be able to answer you at all. Moreover, the Lord Wangshu tried all kinds of methods before, but he still left angrily in the end. I think he returned empty-handed. Why don't we do it another day … "
"Get out."
"…"
"Get out!"
The jailer left with a bitter expression. He watched as the medicine practitioners were chased out of the cold room by Mo Xi. He mustered up his courage and shouted at Mo Xi's back, "Lord Xi He, His Majesty wants him alive. Please be merciful."
The Lord Xi He had already lowered the Triple Door.
The jailer wanted to cry but had no tears. He instructed his disciple, "… Go and take out the Heavenly Fragrance Life-prolonging Dew. I think when the Lord Xi He comes out, only the Life-prolonging Dew will be able to save that little traitor's life …"
There was no one else in the room. It was a narrow and enclosed space, just like the folk song said, "Look up, there's no god, look down, there's no way out." The foot-thick wall separated everything in the mortal world. Only Gu Mang and Mo Xi were left.
Mo Xi walked to the side of the stone bed. He looked down at Gu Mang's face. After a few moments of silence, he suddenly reached out and lifted him up.
"Gu Mang."
His lips and teeth moved slightly. His face was as still as stagnant water, but his hands were trembling.
"Wake up."
The only response he got was a pair of unfocused eyes.
Regardless of whether it was the Water of Grievance or the Soul-Controlling Technique, both were extremely harmful to one's mind. It would be fine if he obediently confessed, but if he resisted, he would feel as if his internal organs were burning and his liver and intestines were being torn apart. Many stubborn people were able to withstand severe torture and beatings, but in the end, they were all driven crazy by these two techniques.
Mo Xi also knew that in order to prevent military secrets from being leaked, the Liao Country would often impose a secret technique on the soldiers.
When the secret technique of the Liao Country was used against the Murong Lian's Soul-Controlling Technique, it would cause double the pain.
"…" Mo Xi's throat moved. This was the first time he saw Gu Mang's appearance after being interrogated.
It hurt.
It really hurt.
Gu Mang had betrayed him and killed him. His hands were stained with blood. His crimes were unforgivable.
But …
It was also this person who, in front of the throne room, threw away his life and military rank. He abandoned everything and shouted at the Emperor in such a hot-blooded manner, just to ask for a proper burial for his soldiers.
It was also this person who, by the bonfire, talked to him and barbecued meat. He laughed and wanted to tease him when he was silent.
It was also this person who, on his bed, murmured that he loved him.
It was that fresh and strong body of the God of War that seemed to never cool down.
It was that young, brilliant, blazing youth who seemed to be burning for the rest of his life.
All that was left was this scarred ruin in front of him …
Mo Xi suddenly realized that in the two years he was not in the capital, how many times had he been interrogated like this? In these two years, so many people had wanted to pry information out of Gu Mang's mouth and obtain the secrets of the Liao Country. How many times had there been such tortures, where one could not see the world or the ground?
His rationality was rapidly dissipating, and the pain was getting deeper and deeper.
"We will always be together. No matter how difficult it is, I will endure it."
"Shidi …"
Mo Xi closed his eyes. Suddenly, he could not take it anymore. He gritted his teeth and suddenly pulled the person into his arms. Light gathered in his hands, and he pressed it against Gu Mang's back, transferring pure and domineering spiritual energy into this bloodstained body.
He knew that he should not do this. If he did this, he would be discovered. He could not explain why he had come over to personally treat Gu Mang's injuries.
He knew that he should have handed Gu Mang over to the medicine cultivators in the prison. With the Emperor's orders, these people would not let anything happen to Gu Mang. The Murong Lian did not kill him.
But …
But he could not control this impulse. His heart felt like it was being ripped out and torn apart. More than ten years of love and hatred, he could not get what he wanted and could not let go. This tormented him like this.
It was as if if he did not hug this body in front of him, if he did not personally transfer his spiritual energy to him, he would die in this cold room.
The scars on Gu Mang's body were mostly caused by the Murong Lian's divine martial skills. They healed very slowly. In the process of stopping the bleeding, Mo Xi's imperial army uniform was almost completely soaked. Later, Gu Mang's limbs began to slowly recover. He unconsciously convulsed, his bloody hands trembling.
After a long time, Gu Mang began to mumble.
"I … don't know …"
"I … don't know anything …"
Mo Xi was very silent. He did not say a word, and just hugged him like this.
He did not dare to be too intimate. It was as if being too intimate would be committing a great sin. But he was also unwilling to let go. It was as if letting go would cause his heart to stop.
He closed his eyes and slowly transferred his spiritual energy into Gu Mang's body.
Other than Gu Mang's unconscious mumbling, there was no other movement in the cold room. In the end, in this silence, Mo Xi suddenly heard him mumbling.
"I … think … I think … there's … a …"
Mo Xi was startled. "What?"
Gu Mang's voice became softer and softer. It was almost like a mosquito's buzz. He was choking, trembling, and trembling.
"Home …"
The last word was as light as a feather, but it exploded in Mo Xi's ears like thunder.
Mo Xi suddenly lowered his head to look at Gu Mang's face. He saw that Gu Mang's eyes were tightly shut. His long black eyelashes covered the youth in his eyes. His eyelashes were moist. Gu Mang had choked out those words in his dream.
— —
Many years ago, when he was deeply in love, he had kissed Gu Mang's fingers and said earnestly, "I have already been conferred the title of Lord Xi He by the Emperor. In the future, I don't need to look at Uncle's face. No one can control me anymore, and no one can stop me anymore. "
"I will keep my promise to you in the future."
"Wait for me."
"I'm serious."
In the past, he had never dared to say "serious" to Gu Mang. He had never dared to say "future" to Gu Mang. Because Gu Mang always looked indifferent and did not believe him.
But on that day, he had become Lord Xi He. He was no longer the little Young Master Mo who was controlled by Uncle. He finally had the courage to make a promise about the future in front of his sweetheart. It was as if he had saved up for a long time and was finally able to buy a valuable treasure. Therefore, he carefully presented it to his sweetheart, full of joy, hoping that he would accept it.
He hated that he could not take out all his sincerity. He hated that he could not swear all the vows in the world, just to get Gu Mang's approval.
So that day, he said a lot to Gu Mang on the bed. Gu Mang smiled and stroked his hair, letting him do it endlessly. It was as if he had listened to everything. It was as if he just felt that his little junior was very cute, like a fool. No matter how powerful he was now, whether he was Lord Xi He or not, his older brother Gu Mang would pamper him and tolerate him for a lifetime.
"What do you like? What do you want? "
Gu Mang did not say anything. He did not ask him for anything.
But in the end, after he had vented on Gu Mang for the umpteenth time, Gu Mang was forced to tears by him. He was absent-minded. It was unknown whether it was because his mind was distracted or because he could not bear it anymore.
Gu Mang looked up at the black curtains and murmured, "… I … I want to have a home …"
Mo Xi was startled. He thought that he would never forget Gu Mang's expression when he said those words.
The person who had always been smiling and indifferent actually did not dare to look him in the eyes when he said those words. The person who was so confident, was only left with fear and trepidation at that moment.
It was as if he was yearning for something too expensive, yearning for some fantasy that he could never get.
After he said those words, he closed his eyes. Tears slid down the corners of his red eyes.
Mo Xie wasn't sure if those were tears from the past because of the things that happened in bed.
But at that moment, Mo Xi suddenly realized that the invincible Gu Mang was just a slave without parents. He had been beaten and scolded for more than twenty years. He had never had a home that truly belonged to him. He had never had a real family.
Mo Xi only felt that his heart was stuffy and painful. He leaned over and kissed Gu Mang's moist and trembling lips. In between breaths, he touched Gu Mang's hair and said in a low voice, "Okay. I'll give it to you. "
I'll give it to you.
I'll give you a home.
This is the first time you've asked me for something. Whether it's a joke or nonsense, I'll take it seriously.
I know that you've had a hard time. Many people have bullied you and played tricks on you … So you don't dare to take what others give you. You don't dare to believe the promises that others make. But I won't lie to you. Wait for me.
Wait for me. I'll work hard. I'll bathe in blood on the battlefield. I'll be successful and famous. I'll use all my military achievements to be with you. Wait for me.
I'll give you a home.
At that time, he had promised in his heart so passionately and naively.
It won't take too many years. It won't be too long. I'll give you a home. I'll always be with you.
The young Mo Xi caressed his older brother Gu Mang's face tenderly. He begged with such longing.
Gu Mang, wait for me … okay …
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