After receiving the medicine, it was time for Mo Xi to take Gu Mang back. He and Jiang Fuli returned to the hall side by side and saw Gu Mang sitting cross-legged on the floor, talking to Xiao Lan'er. To be precise, it was Xiao Lan'er who was teaching Gu Mang how to speak.
"Dragonfly." She whispered to him, holding the bamboo dragonfly in her hand.
Gu Mang nodded and said, "Dragonfly."
"It will rain if the dragonfly flies low."
Gu Mang nodded again, his blue eyes staring at the bamboo dragonfly without blinking.
Xiao Lan'er saw his longing eyes, tilted her head and thought for a while, then handed the bamboo dragonfly to him, "Big brother, if you like it, this is for you."
Gu Mang's eyes widened, and he was stunned, "For me?"
This little girl hadn't talked to anyone for a long time, and her tender little face showed a gentle and shy smile, with dimples on her cheeks, "Yes, yes, it's for you."
Gu Mang's eyes lit up, and he took the bamboo dragonfly in surprise and joy, as if he had received a rare treasure. He held it in his palm and looked at it for a while, then raised it up and made a flying motion in front of Xiao Lan'er. Both of them laughed.
They were so engrossed in playing that they didn't notice that Jiang Fuli and Mo Xi had come back. Gu Mang smiled and put the bamboo dragonfly in Xiao Lan'er's hair, saying, "It looks very good like this."
"It looks good on big brother's head too."
Gu Mang really put it on her head, and the two laughed for a while. Gu Mang thought for a while, and still put the bamboo dragonfly back into Xiao Lan'er's hand, "I'm done playing with it, and I'll give it back to you."
Xiao Lan'er was stunned, "Why?"
"I can't take things from other people. There's a very fierce … very, very fierce person in my family. " Gu Mang gestured with his hands a few times, as if he wanted to use his extremely poor language and body movements to prove how fierce that person was. "Very fierce. I'm in his territory, so I have to listen to him. When I didn't listen to him, he fed me very spicy medicine. Why are you shouting at me? "
Mo Xi: "…"
Little Lan 'er couldn't help but reveal a pitiful expression. She reached out her little hand and patted Gu Mang's head. "Big brother is so pitiful." She paused for a moment, then continued, "But this dragonfly is small and not expensive, so he won't blame you. I'll give it to you. Next time … uh, can you come and play with me again? "
Gu Mang said sincerely, "I like to play with you. However, I can't accept the dragonfly. "
When the little girl heard the first half of the sentence, she was very happy. However, when she heard the second half, her face revealed some disappointment. She whispered, "It's really not expensive …"
"You have to do something in order to exchange things. This is the rule of Xi He's residence. "Gu Mang said," Or, you have to prostitute me, only then can you — "
Before he could finish, he was pulled up by Mo Xi. Mo Xi glared at him and said angrily: "You want a seven year old girl to prostitute you? Do you have any shame? Let's go, come back with me. "
Behind the two of them, Jiang Fuli pulled up her sleeves and said leisurely: "Lord Xi He, don't forget what I said to you."
Chong Hua's end-of-year ceremony referred to paying respects to the martyrs of the past dynasties.
At the southeast border of Chong Hua, there was a deep abyss. At the bottom of the abyss, there was a deep and quiet river that flowed all the way to the White Emperor City of Xishu. People said that this river would continue to flow forward, through the Jiuzhou continent, all the way to the depths of the Soul River in the underworld.
This was the only connection between the world of the dead and the world of the living.
Chong Hua was a country that attached great importance to mourning and honor, and its rules were strict. Every year before New Year's Eve, the emperor would lead the officials to this abyss river to pay respects, and this year was no exception.
The night before the departure, Li Wei found Mo Xi's ceremonial robes according to the rules and knocked on the door of Mo Xi's study room.
"Come in."
Li Wei entered the room. By the purple bamboo window under the full moon, Mo Xi was reading a book — no matter how many times Li Wei read, he would sigh with emotion that his master was a rare beauty.
There was no doubt that Mo Mie was very tall and heroic. The sharpness that came from his bones was extremely aggressive. But putting all these aside, just based on his facial features, Mo Mie's appearance was actually very delicate and beautiful. Although he was already 30 years old, he looked very elegant and young when he took off his imperial army robes and wore ordinary clothes to read under the light.
However, this was not surprising. He was the Empire's God of War, and had always maintained the most effective tempering. He was strict with himself, and the temptation of drunken stupor had never invaded his eyes. Therefore, he was always full of energy, clear-headed, and as tall and straight as a pine tree.
This man gave people the feeling that he was at the peak of his condition, and that he would continue to be in this state forever.
Li Wei did not admire men, but when he looked at him, he would often be dazed by his beauty.
Mo Xi flipped a page and scanned two lines. Before Li Wei could speak, he turned around and asked with a frown, "What's wrong?"
"Oh oh, oh oh oh!" Li Wei hurriedly shook his head and came back to his senses. "My lord, it's getting late. You should wake up tomorrow at three in the morning. You should take an early bath."
Mo Xi glanced at the hourglass. It was indeed getting late, so he got up and said, "Okay." After a pause, he suddenly thought of something and asked, "Where did Gu Mang go?"
"My lord, didn't you want to bring him to the Tail Offering Ceremony? Therefore, this subordinate sent him to tidy himself up a little. "
Mo Xi nodded. Li Wei had always been meticulous, so he did not have to worry too much.
In the deepest courtyard of Xi He's residence, there was a hot spring where Mo Xi usually bathed. Chong Hua had many hot springs. Almost every noble's residence had a hot spring like this. It was said that Wangshu Residence's hot spring was the most extravagant. It had a sleeping couch, stepping stone, aromatherapy table, and so on. There was even a bat totem carved into the side of the hot spring. It was molten with gold and dazzling.
Mo Xi did not have the mind to enjoy himself. His hot spring was the most natural in the entire Chong Hua. It was made of rocks, springs, flowers, and trees. It was as it was when it was dug out. He did not bother to repair it.
Moreover, the hot spring in Xi He's residence differed greatly from the other noble's — there were servants.
Other masters bathed, servants, healers, and even pipa played. Everything was available. However, Mo Xi never allowed anyone to enter with him to serve him.
Years of war had made him instinctively wary of "people". As long as someone was by his side, he could not completely relax, even if it was a loyal servant who had served him for many years.
The hot spring garden was misty. Falling flowers floated on the bluestone path. Mo Xi walked to the purple bamboo pavilion where he changed his clothes. The pavilion's furnishings were extremely simple. There was only a table, a stone bench, a bamboo rack for clothes, and a large bronze mirror made by the Yue Residence. It was as tall as a person.
Mo Xi lifted his hands and took off his clothes one by one. He folded them neatly on the table, then took off his ink shawl and tied his hair into a high ponytail. He walked towards the hot spring.
The water was clear and the night was quiet. The moon was white and the flowers were fragrant. He dived into the hot spring, causing ripples to ripple and spread in all directions. The hot spring was planted with spiritual water to support hibiscus. Some of the flowers were as red as the sunset, while others were as white as jade. However, none of them could compare to Lord Xi He's clear face. Not to mention, the steam made his face even clearer. He slowly relaxed his muscles and leaned against the hot spring stone. He closed his eyes slightly.
The surroundings were very quiet. Only the sound of flowing water, the soft sound of flowers falling on the water, and …
"Gulu, gulu, gulu — Pu!"
Mo Que abruptly opened his eyes. Caught off guard, water splashed all over his face. He couldn't believe what he was seeing. Gu Mang had swum out of nowhere and emerged from the water with a splash. His blue eyes were dark and moist, like satin brocade. There was even a lotus leaf on his head.
Seeing Mo Xi's almost pale face, Gu Mang wiped the water off his face and said calmly, "Lord, you're here to bathe too?"
"You …!" Mo Xi felt his chest tighten. He couldn't say anything for a moment.
He stared at the man in front of him. His ears were buzzing. He was extremely angry, but he didn't know what to do. After a while, he gritted his teeth and said, "Why are you here?!"
"Li Wei wanted me to bathe." Gu Mang said, "I was looking for a place to bathe and found this place."
"Get out of here right now!"
Gu Mang said, "But I haven't finished bathing …"
"Get out!"
Gu Mang knew that he was angry and didn't want to argue with him. Therefore, he didn't say anything else. He stood up from the pool with the lotus leaf on his head and walked up the stairs. Unlike Mo Xi, Mo Xi had the habit of leaving her undergarments on when she soaked in the hot spring, Gu Mang took off all his clothes. Mo Xi saw him coming out of the water and caught a glimpse of his long and firm legs in the warm mist … as if he had been scalded by something, Mo Xi turned his face away. Even the tips of his ears turned red.
"Put on your clothes quickly!"
"Oh." Gu Mang went ashore and his footsteps went away.
Perhaps because he wasn't mentally sound, he was always forgetful when doing things. After he went ashore, he forgot where he had left his clothes. He looked around and saw Mo Xi's ceremonial robes neatly arranged in the Purple Bamboo Pavilion.
His clothes were clothes, and Mo Xi's clothes were also clothes. He couldn't find them anywhere, so he might as well pick up a ready-made one and wear Mo Xi's clothes.
Gu Mang thought so, scratched his head and walked over.
His white robes fluttered as he put them on one by one. Inner robes, waist belt, silk belt.
After he put them all on, Gu Mang's gaze fell on the silk belt. He held the silk belt in his hand and was a little dazed. He didn't know where to put it.
Silk belt … silk belt … where should I wear it?
He stood in front of the dim bronze mirror and gestured with the handkerchief. He tried to use it as a belt, but it was too thin. He tried to tie his hair, but it seemed too thick.
After being in a daze for a while, Gu Mang suddenly felt a sharp pain in the side of his head. He raised his hand to support his forehead, but some scattered fragments related to the silk belt flashed in front of his eyes.
It was a familiar scene. On the deck, a man with a blurred face stood in front of him and said hoarsely, "Gu Mang, turn back."
Turn back …
He didn't know why such a strange scene suddenly appeared in his mind, but he vaguely felt that he was wearing a blue-gold handkerchief in front of his forehead.
He heard himself sneering and saying to the man who had come to look for him in despair:
"This is a pure blood aristocrat's handkerchief. No matter how hard I fought in your country, no matter how many achievements and fame I built, it will never belong to me. Because of my family background, I will never get it. "
The man's voice was full of blood, sorrow, and anger. It was really strange. A person who was holding back so many emotions and carrying so many contradictions could still speak so calmly and stubbornly.
The man said, "That is a belt that only the sons of heroes who sacrificed their ancestors can wear. Take it off."
"Is that so? This was worn by a young Xiao Xiu. My subordinate cut off his head with a knife. I think this belt is exquisite and beautiful. It's a pity to wear it on a dead person's head, so … "
So what?
The scene flashed by, and Gu Mang came back to his senses. On one hand, he was surprised by the conversation that suddenly appeared in his mind, and on the other hand, he was startled by the familiarity of this silk belt.
He looked at the bronze mirror for a while, hesitating. Finally, in front of the mirror, he wore the handkerchief in a crooked position on his forehead. Yes, it was this position. There seemed to be a dormant desire in his heart, an indescribable bitterness and urgency.
He seemed to have been looking forward to wearing this silk belt for a very, very long time.
During this process, Mo Xi didn't look back. When Gu Mang finished dressing, he walked back to the pool and asked, "I'm done. Should I wait for you?"
Mo Xi pursed his lips and turned his face to the side with a gloomy expression.
With this one glance, he was suddenly stunned. Immediately after, a surge of anger and hatred mixed with an indescribable blazing current rushed straight to his head like the wind and the rain!
"Gu Mang …"
In the moonlight, Gu Mang was wearing a priest's long robe that pierced the snow, with gold hanging from the sleeves. Three layers of belts were tied around the waist, and the robe dragged on the ground. But these were nothing. What made Mo Xi's eyes turn red was the blue-gold handkerchief on Gu Mang's forehead. That, that was the formal ornament of the son of a hero of Chong Hua …
The ornament of spirit!!
And the Mo family had done meritorious deeds for generations. Naturally, this was an important part of the ceremony. The one Gu Mang was wearing privately was a relic left behind by his father.
Mo Xi's heart felt like it was being stabbed by a sharp knife. The pain of his flesh being torn apart rushed over from many years ago.
Mo Xi was almost furious, "You … how dare you!"
Gu Mang was stunned for a moment, "What?"
"Who allowed you to touch these things?" Mo Xi said sternly, "Take off the ornament on your head!"
But Gu Mang didn't know why, but for the first time, he felt such strong resistance. He suddenly took a step back and spat out two words to the man in the hot spring.
"No."
These two words were like a spark in boiling oil, exploding with a boom.
Gu Mang clearly saw Mo Xi's eyes become so bright in an instant. The anger in his eyes burned the sky and swallowed the sun. This made this man's handsome face extremely terrifying. Gu Mang could almost see the city of reason burning into ruins in Mo Xi's eyes. Burning charred wood fell from his eyes, splashing out tongues of fire.
Mo Xi got out of the water with a splash. His snow-white underwear was exposed, and water droplets were steaming on his strong chest. His eyes were burning fiercely, and his whole body was enveloped in an indescribable evil spirit.
Dark clouds were pressing down on the city.
Gu Mang turned and wanted to run. Mo Xi hadn't come ashore yet. Half of his body was standing in the hot spring. He raised his hand and grabbed Gu Mang's wrist. Suddenly, water splashed everywhere!
Gu Mang was pushed into the hot spring by him.
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Character Card ~
Jiang Fuli
Height: 179cm
Identity: Medical Troublemaker
Human Language: An Extremely Arrogant Doctor
Title: The Great Demon King Who Will Get What He Wants
Human Language: Chong Hua's Anger
Hobby: Money
Abhorrence: Poor
Favorite Color: Green
Hated Color: Red
Favorite Food: Mandarin Fish with Pine Nuts
Hated Food: Duck
Weapon: A mystery. Until now, I've only seen him use money to hit people.
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