Mo Xi had a splitting headache, but he gritted his teeth and pushed him away, saying in a low voice, "It's none of your business. You sit down. "
"Why do you have to mention his father during the festival?" But Gu Mang didn't listen. He didn't know if it was Mo Mie's imagination, but those usually empty blue eyes were now filled with an anger he had never seen before. Gu Mang grabbed Mo Xi's wrist tightly, as if he was guilty, but also as if he wanted to atone for his sins. He wouldn't let go.
"Don't you know that his father passed away a long time ago? Why — do you have to make him sad? "
The old men couldn't hold back their anger, saying viciously, "You disgusting beast, how dare you offend a noble in the palace?!"
"Do you think you can behave atrociously if your brain is damaged? Get lost! There's no place for you to speak! "
Gu Mang didn't get lost. He stared at them, then suddenly raised his hand and pulled open his collar, revealing the slave chain around his pale neck. He wore such a shameful mark, but stood in front of Mo Xi with such a valiant attitude.
Looking at him, the onlookers were even dazed for a moment.
It was as if the ferocious beast on the divine altar who had swallowed the mountains and rivers in the past had returned to this broken shell.
Gu Mang said, "I am a servant of Xi He's residence. He is my master. "
Mo Xi was so dizzy that he almost fell to the ground. He was barely standing with his willpower. He closed his eyes and said in a low voice, "Gu Mang, you …"
Before he could say 'get lost', Gu Mang interrupted him.
"I'll drink this jar of wine for him."
As he spoke, he imitated Mo Xi and opened the seal with a sullen face. But before he could drink, he was kicked in the chest by the angry old nobleman, "Haven't you learned the rules?!"
The wine jar fell to the ground, shattering into pieces.
The old nobleman's son had died in a confrontation with Gu Mang, so he was so angry that his face was red. He pointed at Gu Mang with a trembling hand, "You, you traitor! Ten thousand deaths would not be enough to atone for his sins!! What right do you have to stand here and speak?! "
The situation was already out of control, but no one knew how to persuade him. As for Jun Shang, that pervert who only wished for the world to be in chaos, he probably felt that the New Year's Eve was just ordinary eating and drinking, and instead became excited when he saw people arguing. He actually didn't immediately stop them, and even propped up his chin with interest as he looked over.
Gu Mang was also a ruthless person.
When he was unconscious, he could still ignore it.
But now that he had regained some of his memories, and knew that he owed Mo Xi in the past, his consciousness was mixed with his instincts, allowing him to be on par with Mo Xi in terms of aura, even though it was disgraceful.
Gu Mang pointed at Mo Xi and said, "I was wrong. But he didn't. "
"…"
"You guys bullied him. You're shameless."
Mo Xi's vision became more and more dizzy. He stopped him in a low voice. "Gu Mang, don't …"
Gu Mang turned around and looked at him with his clear blue eyes. "I'm sorry. I know why you said that I was dirty before. You're a good person. I won't let them bully you. "
After saying this, he turned around and glared fiercely at those old things.
"Come on, you bunch of …" He deliberated for a moment, but couldn't think of a suitable word. Thus, he casually said, "Flower thief!"
"…"
Jun Shang: "Pfft — —!"
Originally, the situation was tense, but when the people around heard Gu Mang actually say such a word, they couldn't help but laugh out loud. Yue Chenqing directly spat out the wine in his mouth, and slapped the table and laughed loudly. "Hahahahaha!!!"
But those old men's faces became more and more unsightly, and they raised their hands to hit him. These people were really mad. Their emotions and alcohol rushed to their heads, and they didn't know how to control their strength.
Mo Xi tried hard to blink his eyes, and shook his head.
His brain was a mess, and there was only one kind of instinct, a thread of intelligence. He thought of the Red Lotus Blood Curse on Gu Mang's neck, and then saw the way Gu Mang was beaten by these people. He suddenly felt a strong sense of unwillingness and pain.
Why?
Why did every person he liked end up in such a broken state? His father died early, Meng Ze was seriously ill, and Gu Mang was no longer the same as before … Was he his life's master, Gu Sha?
"Don't hit him …" Mo Xi's eyes were bloodshot, and a muffled murmur came from his throat. Fortunately, his murmur was very soft, and no one heard it.
Just like how he once begged for everlasting love, he couldn't reach the heavens, and couldn't reach the earth. His sincerity, no one believed, and no one knew.
"You guys … don't hit … him."
He was almost choking with sobs, and he protected Gu Mang, who was hugging his head and was almost forced to flee wretchedly. His hands were trembling, his voice was trembling, and the world in his eyes was moist and trembling.
He was a little drunk, and the intention of his actions was also very vague. Although he was subconsciously protecting Gu Mang, the others didn't see anything strange. They only thought that there was a fight here, and Lord Xi He was also involved. For a moment, their expressions changed. But when they looked up at Jun Shang, Jun Shang still didn't stop. He was holding a berry in his hand, squinting at the mess, and seemed to be thinking about something.
The first to lose their cool were a few high-ranking officers of the Northern Frontier Army.
What a joke, a stepfather was also a father, and they had gone through life and death together. How could others make things difficult for them? They were too lazy to gamble, and hurriedly rushed over, while laughing and trying to stop the fight.
"Aiya, Lord Yongle, calm down."
"Lord Xing He, don't be angry, it's the New Year."
While persuading, they gave a few old nobles a good beating.
How could those old nobles be a match for these military ruffians? They were subdued in just a few moves. But the remaining few who had a blood feud with Gu Mang had completely lost their minds at this time. They didn't care about their status or the situation, and beat Gu Mang while shouting angrily, "You deserve to die! Why don't you die! "
Princess Meng Ze couldn't stand it anymore. She was worried that Mo Xi would be injured in the chaos, so she ignored Yan Ping's advice and came over to stop the fight. But how could those old men be willing to listen?
The pain of losing a son, the blood feud … They had been trying their best to suppress it when they were sober, but now it was suddenly ignited. They didn't care about the princess anymore.
"Surnamed Gu! F * cking listen to me! No one cares about your brain, and it's useless even if you forgot! You're a homicidal maniac! Traitor!! You'll go to hell and never be reincarnated!! All the dead people are looking at you!! They're all looking at you — —!!! "
Gu Mang's heart suddenly trembled.
All the dead people were looking at him … just like when he was summoning the Abyss of Souls, right?
They were all looking at him, demanding his life.
"Why don't you die!!! I've been waiting for you to die early!!! "
"You fatherless, motherless bastard!"
They had all lost their composure.
Stripped of status, luxurious clothes, honor and disgrace.
A human's instincts were the same as a beast's.
Gu Mang was pushed hard and didn't stand firm. He suddenly fell to the ground, knocking over the table behind him. Wine spilled all over the floor, and the shards pierced into the flesh on his back.
Blood seeped out, but Gu Mang didn't feel much pain. He stared at the old men's ferocious and burning hatred, and couldn't say a word.
Seeing that a wine jar was lifted and was about to smash down on his head, a heavy object suddenly smashed the wine jar in the air!
The shards fell all over the floor, and wine splattered everywhere.
Gu Mang raised his hand to cover his face, squinting his eyes to avoid the heavy rain of strong wine. When he opened his eyes, he saw an opium pipe fall beside him. It was this opium pipe that had just smashed the wine jar.
He was startled, and turned his head.
The one who helped him block the blow was a Murong Lian?
The Murong Lian left the table, and grabbed the wrist of the old aristocrat who had lost control.
He was quite drunk, and stretched out his hand to flick the old man's head, and said with a lazy smile: "What's wrong, little darling? You want to take advantage of the chaos to take revenge? Who do you think you are? I haven't taken my revenge yet. Get the f * * k back in line. "
"Murong Lian! You — —! You actually dare to call me that! You this, you this … "
"Oh, you're not satisfied with being called little darling?" The Murong Lian licked his lips and smiled, "You really know how to act spoiled. Alright, alright, what about little darling?"
"You — —!!"
Now that Xi He, Wang Shu, and Meng Ze had all gotten involved, Jun Shang couldn't continue to watch the show.
Jun Shang finally cleared his throat on the throne, as if he had just noticed the earth-shattering commotion, and said in a dignified voice: "What are you doing? It's New Year's Eve, it's fine if you don't give me a good luck. But you're still making a scene here? Imperial guards! "
"Present!"
"Pull them apart for me!"
"Yes!"
Gu Mang finally broke free from the chaos. He was pulled out by the imperial guards, and pulled away from the old aristocrats. He suddenly gasped for air, and subconsciously looked at Mo Xi, only to see that Mo Xi had already been helped to sit down by Meng Ze.
Mo Mie had just been injured. Someone had cut a deep wound on his shoulder, and it was bleeding profusely from it. At this time, because the melee had ended, he didn't need to force himself anymore. After he stopped being so stubborn, he looked very tired because of the strong alcohol.
Meng Ze said: "Lean down, let me take a look at your injury."
Mo Xi closed his eyes, and slowly leaned against the stone pillar. Meng Ze's soft hand patted his shoulder, and she murmured: "Why didn't you dodge just now?"
"I'm fine." Mo Xi's long eyelashes drooped down, "I couldn't dodge."
"Why couldn't you dodge …" Meng Ze wasn't stupid, "You saw him block the alcohol for you, so you acted impulsively again … He's a traitor! Why can't you tell the difference again and again?! You can't remember! "
Mo Xi's eyelashes fluttered, and he said in a low voice: "I didn't do it for him."
Meng Ze didn't say anything more to him. She knew his personality, if he was really stubborn, even ten oxen wouldn't be able to pull him back. Thus, she just covered his wound with her hand.
"I'll stop the bleeding for you."
Gu Mang, who wasn't far away, saw all of this. During this process, Meng Ze didn't look at anyone else, and neither did Mo Xi …
He suddenly understood why Mo Xi treated him so well.
Everyone longed for warmth, and was grateful for tenderness.
He gave Mo Xi's wound and pain. And Meng Ze gave him care and protection.
He originally wanted to atone for his sins. He originally wanted to apologize to Mo Xi for those things that he couldn't remember. But now there was a lump in his throat, and he couldn't say anything.
The so-called traitor. Was this what it meant to be betrayed by one's own people, and would always bring harm to others?
Gu Mang didn't look at Mo Xi and Meng Ze anymore. He turned his face away, and raised his hand to pull out a sharp piece of broken porcelain that was deeply embedded in his arm, and threw it to the ground.
Previously, he had pulled open his collar and said that he was Mo Xi's man, so he could help Mo Xi drink and share her worries. This was simply a great irony, and it made him blush when he thought about it. He slowly, almost wretchedly crouched in a corner — he curled himself into a ball and hugged himself, hoping to avoid the curious and critical gazes of the people in the hall.
But he couldn't avoid them. Just now, he had impulsively stood in front of Mo Xi, and declared his position in a loud voice like a fool. Everyone had heard it.
Now, he had caused trouble for Mo Xi. He didn't dare to go to Mo Xi's side, and Mo Xi didn't want him either.
No one forgave him, and no one cared about him anymore.
He could only brace himself and curl up alone, lowering his head and enduring those piercing gazes.
"He even said that Lord Xi He was his master …"
"Haha, hasn't he always been so self-righteous? I think this is why he was once so good at fighting, but is still destined to fail. A person who doesn't know his place, has no brains, has a bad bloodline, and is ambitious. He's completely useless. In the past, he was able to become a general because of his spiritual nucleus talent. Now that his spiritual nucleus is useless, it's even more obvious how laughable he is. "
"He really doesn't know his place, and he's a troublemaker. He even caused Lord Xi He to get hurt. "
"This is outrageous …"
Gu Mang lost the powerful shadow that he had just regained in the midst of these scattered discussions.
He was hunched again.
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Gu Mang Confused (Curious Face): Why did you fight?
Mo Xi (Arrogant Face): I didn't do it for you.
Gu Mang Confused (Curious Face): Then what about you? Why did you help?
Meng Ze (Stubborn Face): I didn't do it for Lord Xi He.
Gu Mang Confused (Curious Face): Then what about you? Why did you interfere?
Ah Lian (Chuckling Face): I just wanted to reduce my own hatred.
Yue Chenqing (Confused Face): Fourth Uncle, why didn't you help? Why didn't you help when you saw injustice?
Murong Chuyi (Cold Face): … What does it have to do with me?
Jiang Yexue (Gentle Face): Your fourth uncle drank too much and was drunk. Otherwise, he would have helped.
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