That night, it was Meng Ze who sent Mo Xi home.
Originally, this was not appropriate for a princess of a country, but Meng Ze and her brother were the same. They were both people who did not care about worldly views. Gu Mang opened the curtain of the carriage for her and wanted to help Mo Xi into the carriage. Meng Ze looked at him and said, "It's fine with me."
Gu Mang said hesitantly, "I'm sorry. I didn't do it on purpose. I just wanted to block the wine for him. "
Meng Ze was not fierce to him, but she was not kind either. She looked at him disdainfully and did not say anything.
Yue Niang sneered and said harshly, "Block the wine? Are you qualified? Are you? "
Gu Mang paused and said, "I just found out about some things … I want to make up for it."
Yue Niang said sharply, "Make up for it? You've made so many mistakes and hurt others so many times. Now you know you want to make up for it. But what use do we have for your pig heart! What can you make up for?! "
"…"
Yue Niang did not give up and said, "You're a jinx and a liar! You- "
"Don't say anymore." Meng Ze raised her hand and interrupted her. Then she turned to look at Gu Mang.
Under the bright moonlight, Meng Ze's expression was cold. She did not bully him, but her eyes were cold.
"Marshal Gu, I know you have good intentions today, but please don't cause trouble for Brother Mo. You've hurt him too much. "Meng Ze said," Let him go. "
She did not say that he was a troublemaker. Meng Ze could not say such words, but Gu Mang already understood what she meant. He looked at the injury on Mo Xi's shoulder and was silent for a while. He did not say anything and turned to walk to the back of the carriage. Meng Ze and Mo Xi entered the carriage, and he followed behind them silently.
Back at the mansion, Li Wei, who had already heard about the situation, led a group of servants and Marquis Qi to the door. As soon as they saw Meng Ze, they hurriedly knelt down and said, "Subordinate Li Wei pays respect to Princess Meng Ze. May the Princess live a thousand years and have ten thousand blessings and peace!"
Although Meng Ze was not the mistress of Xi He's residence, almost everyone treated her as such. He respectfully and warmly led her into the house.
The decorations in Xi He's residence were all arranged in pairs. Li Wei was the lackey who helped to settle Mo Xi in the bedroom. Then, he came out to flatter Meng Ze, "Princess, my master misses you so much that he has reserved a special place for you. I was just waiting for you to come. "
Meng Ze sighed, "He's just a lazy person. He only wants a pair. What is there to reserve for me?"
"How can that be? As servants, we all know how much the master cares for the princess." Li Wei said and pulled out a yellow rosewood chair in the hall, "Princess, please have a seat and have a cup of tea before you leave."
Meng Ze did not refuse. Yue Niang smiled and said, "If that's the case, then I'll have to trouble Butler Li."
"It's no trouble at all!" Li Wei hurriedly asked the servants to prepare eight desserts, eight candied plums, and a pot of the best Biluochun tea for Meng Ze. He smiled and fawned over her, "Princess, look, this tea set only has a pair of cups. The master usually likes to use this set. In the future, you should come to drink tea with him more often and play chess with him."
Meng Ze glanced at the tea set. It was indeed a double-cup tea set made by the Chong Hua Imperial Kiln Factory. It only came with one pot and two cups. It was usually used to entertain close friends or couples. The Imperial Kiln Factory made this kind of standard tea set for the sake of pleasing people. It meant, "You and I are deeply in love, and there is no one else."
Meng Ze turned her face away and coughed softly, "Butler Li, don't talk nonsense. I've never liked porcelain made from pine, bamboo, and plum. If you continue to casually guess the feelings of your master, be careful. I'll tell him when he wakes up. Let's see if he won't punish you. "
Li Wei said, "Aiyo, then I won't dare. I won't dare."
Although he said that, the smile in his eyes did not lessen. It was not difficult to guess a girl's feelings. Meng Ze scolded him verbally, but in her heart, she loved to hear that Mo Xi missed her, treated her well, and treated her differently from others.
Just as he was serving the princess tea and snacks and chatting with her, he caught a glimpse of a person standing in a dark corner, silently watching them.
Li Wei's heart skipped a beat.
Usually, Meng Ze's seat was taken by Gu Mang. Meng Ze's tea set was also used by Gu Mang … but … but this was all because Gu Mang did not understand etiquette. His master was too lazy to care about him, so he was allowed to do as he pleased. At this moment, Gu Mang did not think that Meng Ze was occupying his territory and wanted to fall out with Meng Ze, right?
Li Wei beat the snare drum and was about to find a reason to send Gu Mang away. However, he saw Gu Mang staring at Meng Ze for a while. His gaze was not filled with hatred, but with sadness.
He was like a wolf cub who had recognized his position and fate in the pack. After standing there for a while, he turned and left.
Many things did not matter when one did not understand, but once one understood, one would understand why others had that kind of reaction. Now, Gu Mang finally understood why Mo Xi had been so unhappy when he had wanted to sit there. She had said to him, "This seat is not reserved for you."
Wolves had their own subordinates in the pack, and so did humans.
He had thought that the seat beside Mo Xi was empty, so he had shamelessly sat there. It turned out that it was not. That seat had long been occupied. It was just that she had not returned, so he had kept it for her.
It was he who had shamelessly taken Meng Ze's seat.
He could only feel his cheeks burning.
"Gu Mang seems to have become much more obedient recently." A few days after New Year's Eve, Li Wei rubbed his chin as he stood in the corridor and looked at the diligent figure working. "He doesn't cause trouble, doesn't talk back, and doesn't sit anywhere else …" He clicked his tongue, then concluded with a smile, "Pharmacist Jiang's medicine is really effective."
Mo Xi had asked him several times about what Jiang Yexue had said to him, or if he had remembered anything later, but Gu Mang was not very willing to say.
Until one day after the beginning of spring, Mo Xi changed into a plain white robe and said that she was going to Mount Zhanhun to burn incense for her father. Hearing this, Gu Mang's eyes flashed with a trace of sadness.
Mo Xi frowned, "What's wrong?"
Gu Mang had worked hard in the past few months, and now his speech was much more coherent. Except for a few words or when he was particularly emotional, he was not much different from a normal person.
Gu Mang said, "I want to go with you. Can I? "
"What are you going to do?"
Gu Mang lowered his eyes and said in a low voice, "I also want to pay my respects."
Mo Xi's slender fingers that were adjusting the collar stopped. He looked up and stared at him, as if thinking about something. After a while, he said, "… Change into a white robe. I'll wait for you in the front hall. "
In spring, Mount Zhanhun was lush with vegetation and fresh flowers. The bitter cold of winter had passed, and the unsealed stream was gurgling. The warm April sun shone on the river, glittering and translucent. From time to time, animals that had just woken up from their hibernation scurried through the vegetation. The two of them, one in front and one behind, silently went up the mountain.
In order to show their sincerity, they did not use their swords or lightness skills. They only walked step by step, all the way from the foot of the mountain to the top. It took them more than an hour to finally reach the top of Mount Zhanhun.
Outside the Tomb of Heroes, two tomb guards stood. When they saw Mo Xi, they bowed their heads and saluted, the red tassels on their hoods rustling, "Greetings, Lord Xi He!"
Mo Xi nodded to them and led Gu Mang into the tomb. The courtyard was surrounded by pine trees and cypresses. It was very quiet, as if they were afraid of disturbing the eternal rest of the heroes. Even the chirping of the birds seemed infinitely ethereal. The two of them walked up the long white jade steps. Gu Mang looked left and right, and all he saw were jade tombstones inscribed with golden words.
Su Huaijun and Zhou Jingyue, Heroes Rest in Eternal Rest.
Lord Han Shan's Yue Feng Cliff, Heroes Rest in Eternal Rest.
… …
The higher they went, the more magnificent the tombstones were, and the more praises of the heroes' lives were engraved.
Gu Mang's footsteps could not help but stop when he passed by a huge jade tombstone. In front of the tombstone, there were still fresh steamed buns and fruits. The ashes and paper money had just melted not long ago and had not been blown away by the wind in the Basin of Rebirth. In the incense burner, three fragrant plants were burning quietly.
He could not help but look up at the words on the tombstone.
The line of large words was full and graceful. It was strongly engraved with the words, "The Seventh Lord Wangshu, Murong Xuan, Heroes Rest in Eternal Rest." When the sun shone, it was golden and glorious.
Noticing his movement, Mo Xi glanced back and said, "That's the tomb of the Murong Lian father." After he finished speaking, his gaze swept over the offerings and the incense burner. He sighed, "It seems that the Murong Lian has just left."
This was also good. If the Murong Lian and Gu Mang met here, they would inevitably have a battle of words. With so many martyrs watching, it was not appropriate.
Gu Mang looked at the tombstone of the Murong Xuan for a while, and then turned to ask Mo Xi, "Where's your father's tomb?"
"It's at the top of the mountain. Let's go. "
The two of them went to the top of the mountain. Looking up, the clouds lingered and the heaven and earth were vast. The city of Chong Hua vaguely appeared in the sea of clouds. It was so far away that it seemed like a dream. Looking back, the mountain path they came from was like a long river, connecting the secular world at the bottom of the mountain to the dead city at the top. At the top of War Spirit Mountain, death was far more real than life.
Mo Xi walked to a tombstone that was as tall as three people and put the basket of offerings in his hand beside it.
"Father, I'm here to see you."
The mountain breeze blew his white robe. The peak seemed to be so close to the Ninth Heaven, and the rising sun seemed to be shining directly from above. The golden words on the jade tombstone were floating. Mo Xi's long eyelashes fluttered gently. Facing the dazzling light, he looked at the words inch by inch.
Fu Lingjun's Mo Qing Pool, the Murong Lian's Heroic Spirit is in eternal sleep.
Mo Xi knelt down and lit the incense burner. He arranged the offerings one by one. The golden paper joss paper burned, and the green smoke emitted the fragrance of broken pine and cypress branches.
Gu Mang also knelt down beside him. He stretched out his hand hesitantly and looked at Mo Xi questioningly. Seeing that Mo Xi paused, but did not stop him, he also took some paper money and threw it into the brazier.
The flames suddenly rolled up, and the heat wave rose. Gu Mang squinted his eyes and coughed softly.
Mo Xi used a pair of tongs to move the paper joss paper, igniting them all. One by one, they were reduced to ashes. There was an indescribable feeling in his heart — many years ago, he had hoped to bring Gu Mang to his father's tomb to pay respects. He wanted to let the only elder he respected see the only person he had given his heart to.
But at that time, Gu Mang was not willing.
Gu Mang always smiled and refused, "Don't. Well, with our relationship, if we go to pay respects to Uncle Mo, he will definitely be unhappy. He will scold you from the heavens for fooling around."
Or he would say carelessly, "Shidi, be a good boy. I can accompany you for other things, but not for this. It's too serious. Your wife will be jealous in the future. How can I make a girl sad? "
He knew that he could not hurt a girl's heart, so he stepped on Mo Xi's true feelings as much as he could.
Now, Gu Mang obediently followed him. No one taught him, and he also obediently turned into paper joss paper. It was as if his long-cherished wish had come true.
But Mo Xi was not happy at all.
After the paper joss paper joss paper was burned, Mo Xi sighed and said, "Let's go."
Gu Mang did not move. He looked at him sideways and suddenly said, "… I'm sorry."
Mo Xi stopped getting up. His eyes were still on the tombstone. After a while, he said, "On New Year's Eve, what Jiang Yexue told you, was it about my father?"
"You guessed it?"
"Looking at your behavior these past few months, I more or less have an idea in my heart."
Gu Mang repeated, "I'm very sorry."
Mo Xi looked at him.
Well, it was a happy ending. He had wanted to pay respects to this person as his father, and he had come. He had wanted to hear this apology, and he had said it. But things should not be like this — the one who came to pay respects should be his lover, not a traitor's prisoner. The apology should be clear, and not so ignorant.
"I really … really can't remember why I betrayed you back then." Gu Mang said sincerely, "But I won't do it in the future."
Mo Xi's Adam's apple bobbed. He closed his eyes and said, "Gu Mang, do you think there will be a future between you and me?"
Gu Mang did not know what to say. He could only say, "Don't be sad …"
"Why do you think I'm sad?" Mo Xi said, "The days when I would be sad for you are long gone. As for your betrayal … it's because you have your ambition and your revenge. "
"You're a genius in war, a madman who terrifies the enemy. Your life's dream is to lead your army to make achievements and gallop on the battlefield. When you hear about war, your eyes light up. You don't like bloodshed, but war makes you excited. Because it's the only way out for you to change your fate. "Mo Xi paused and turned to look at him.
"But it's not like that for me."
"…"
"I hate the battlefield. Because it keeps taking away important things from me, and it only gives me achievements that I don't care about. Gu Mang, you and I were once comrades, but perhaps we were never on the same path. "
He turned his gaze to the lingering smoke and said, "So our final paths are probably destined."
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