Since Mo Xi had said so, Gu Mang tried his best not to think about the details of the day before the rebellion.
Some things were indeed like this. Other than the moment of joy when the mystery was revealed, there was only endless frustration left. He wanted to live a good life, so it was better to be obedient.
After the spring hunt, Mo Xi began to become busy. He was entangled with documents, day and night were reversed, and his appetite was getting worse.
Housekeeper Li saw that he was so engrossed in his work that he could only order the kitchen to prepare the food and bring it to his desk in a box. But even so, Mo Que often forgot to eat, or by the time he looked up from his book, the golden crow had already set and the food was cold.
Li Wei couldn't help but sigh, "It's like this every year. I can't persuade him, but he won't move either. He drinks cold food and tea all day long. Even an iron stomach can't take it. It's a sin."
It turned out that Butler Li was a jinx. The day after he complained, Mo Xi fell ill because of his poor diet and too busy.
Although Mo Xi was ruthless and murderous, only the servants in Xi He's residence knew how difficult it was to take care of him once he fell ill. Although he was not delicate, did not bother people, and did not like to treat his illness as a serious matter, he had a more fatal problem than the above three.
Pick.
His daily life was as usual, he attended court as usual, and he read papers as usual. But because he was not feeling well, his temper was worse than usual, and he was more picky than usual.
After Mo Xi's gastric problems acted up, Li Wei went to Pharmacist Jiang's residence to prescribe medicine. Pharmacist Jiang scolded, "Sick again? Gastric problems again? He's been here since he was fourteen or fifteen years old. I worked hard to cure him, but he was happy. Every year when he was busy with military affairs, he began to neglect his meals and eat cold food for every meal. If he continues like this, he might as well become an immortal. He doesn't feel uncomfortable, but I feel that he's ruining my reputation! Get out!!! "
Li Wei had no choice but to nod his head, sweating profusely. It wasn't easy for him to get the medicinal paste from Jiang Yaoshi's scolding, but he was once again ordered by Jiang Yaoshi, "Keep a close eye on your master. Tell him to eat while it's hot and to have a bowl of soup before each meal. If he doesn't listen, then don't come to the Jiang Mansion to see a doctor in the future. It's so damn embarrassing!"
Thus, Li Wei instructed the kitchen to make soup for Mo Xi to nourish her stomach every day.
At this moment, Mo Xi's pickiness was revealed.
On the first day, the kitchen made radish pork ribs soup, but Mo Xi refused to drink it. "It's too oily."
The next day, the kitchen stewed pigeon soup, but Mo Xi refused to drink it. "It tastes weird."
On the third day, the kitchen stewed pork liver and spinach soup again, but Mo Xi refused to drink it. "I feel disgusted when I see the internal organs."
…
On the seventh day.
Li Wei walked out of Lord Xi He's study room dejectedly, holding a crock full of straw mushroom and matsutake chicken soup. The chef who accompanied him asked uneasily, "How did it go?"
"He didn't touch it at all. He's focused on the sandbox." Li Wei rolled his eyes. "He said that he feels uncomfortable when he smells the stewed chicken. He has no appetite."
The chef was sweating and his face was pale. He felt wronged. "But it's not my fault. If His Majesty continues like this, his appetite will only get worse. Didn't Pharmacist Jiang also say that his stomach is 30% dependent on medicine and 70% dependent on nourishment? "
Li Wei sighed. "Sigh, that's right."
Mo Xi's appetite was indeed getting worse these days, but he didn't care. Anyway, to him, even if the steamed bread was as hard as a rock, as long as it was edible, it didn't matter if it was hot or cold. It wouldn't be too late to recuperate after this busy period.
When Li Wei and the chef were standing in the corridor and sighing, Gu Mang happened to pass by the courtyard with the black dog rice bag. He saw the two of them frowning and asked kindly, "What's wrong?"
The chef rolled his eyes at him. "Are you done chopping the firewood? If not, go back and do it. Mind your own business. "
Gu Mang said, "I'm done chopping."
The chef wanted to say something, but Li Wei suddenly remembered that Gu Mang's culinary skills weren't bad. The few times he cooked, although Mo Xi didn't praise him, he ate every dish clean.
Since things had already come to this, he might as well try everything he could. Thus, Li Wei roughly explained Mo Xi's situation to Gu Mang.
"Ah …" Gu Mang looked at the study room after listening. "No wonder his face has become thinner recently."
He lowered his head and said to the big black dog, "Rice bag, he's not as fat as you."
Rice bag barked twice, as if it was dissatisfied with this.
Li Wei sighed, "Ai, we've already said everything we wanted to say, and we've even prepared all the delicacies. Unfortunately, Master just doesn't have an appetite and doesn't have the mood to eat." At the end, she glanced at Gu Mang's face, "Why don't you try instead?"
"This guy?" The chef interrupted with a look of disdain. "What can this guy do?"
However, Gu Mang nodded and said, "He can't keep starving like this. Let me give it a try."
Gu Mang planned to cook fish and needed the fattest fresh fish. Li Wei told him that there was a Peach Blossom Lake in the eastern suburbs. Not only was it rich in spiritual energy suitable for cultivation, the fish it raised were also very tender and plump.
Thus, that afternoon, Gu Mang carried Bi An, a net bag, and the black dog to the outskirts of the city to catch fish.
The Peach Blossom Lake was not hard to find. When Gu Mang arrived, he realized that it was very secluded and quiet. Due to the endless flow of spiritual energy, peach blossoms floated all year round, dyeing the sky and the earth red. Although the Peach Blossom Lake was not big, the mountain rocks in the center of the lake were scattered and covered a lot. There were also some pavilions and water corridors around the lake. When the wind blew, the petals would fall.
Gu Mang said, "It's a good place. No wonder Li Wei said it's suitable for bathing."
He then turned to ask Rice bag, "Rice bag, do you want to bathe one?"
Lunch Bag wagged its tail excitedly and dashed towards the lake like an arrow leaving the bow.
It was still late spring and not yet summer, but the sun was high in the sky and the weather was still hot. Gu Mang did not want others to see his face. He originally wore a hood, but seeing that there was no one around the lake, and that it was inconvenient to fish in the water with a cloak, he took off his shoes, socks, and cloak, rolled up his trousers and waded into the clear lake water.
"Woof!!" Rice bag barked excitedly and rolled around Gu Mang in the shallows, splashing water everywhere.
Gu Mang put a finger to his lips and warned him, "Be good, catch some fish for the poor Princess Mo Xi."
Rice bag barked again and ran even more happily, forcing all the fish in the shallows into the deep water.
Gu Mang, "…"
"Woof woof woof!!!"
"If you make any more noise, I'll stew you into dog soup."
Sure enough, being gentle didn't work. Just like in his memory, he had to be forceful. "Wu —" With a cry, he went ashore with his tail between his legs. Then it shook off the water droplets on its body and sat on the shore, sticking out its tongue to bask in the sun. Its small eyes stared back and forth at Gu Mang.
Gu Mang had picked up a lot of fish during this period of time. Although his spiritual power could not return to its peak, his body movements were much better than before. In a short while, he had caught three fat and strong grass carps.
However, although the grass carps were big, they were not the best meat for cooking. Gu Mang thought for a while, then held the net and went around a few tall rocks in the lake to search for fish in the other parts of the peach blossom pond. Sometimes his brain was very good, sometimes it was very dull. For example, at this moment, his brain was a little slow. He waded through the water and shouted,
"Fish, come fish, come fish."
The fish far away heard the noise and ran away.
Gu Mang brushed away the green vines hanging from the cliff and turned a corner, "Fish, come fish."
"Who is it?!"
Suddenly, a voice like the broken jade of Kun Mountain sounded. The voice was magnetic and pleasant, but full of ruthlessness and threat.
Gu Mang was shocked. He instinctively raised his head to look in the direction of the voice, only to see a flash of golden light. A spell exploded on the water a few inches in front of his knees. It suddenly startled a huge water curtain. In the blur of the water, a white shadow flew into the curtain cave in the lake.
Jade beads splashed and the curtain of water flowed rapidly. It took a lot of effort for the water column to calm down. Gu Mang coughed again and again, but he heard the person say coldly, "Look up."
Gu Mang carelessly wiped the water off his face before squinting his eyes and looking up. Based on his recovered memories, those who would be angry from being peeked at while bathing in the depths of the peach blossoms were usually peerless beauties. Gu Mang had a tender heart, so he hurriedly said, "I'm sorry, miss. I didn't do it on purpose. I came to catch …"
Before he could even say 'fish', he saw a stream of water flying through the air, slapping Gu Mang in the face without a word.
Gu Mang was caught off guard and was directly slapped into the water by the amazing strength of the "beauty". He drank a few mouthfuls of water and staggered to get up.
The beauty's voice was bone-chilling, "Open your dog eyes and see who I am."
Gu Mang thought to himself, I want to see, but men and women shouldn't touch each other. It's better not to look.
Then he thought, No, you invited me to look. If I don't look, it will make me look guilty.
Finally, he thought, Huh? Why is this voice …
It sounds familiar???
He held the slippery rock wall and shook his wet head like a rice bag. He opened his blue eyes and looked at the big bluestone in the curtain cave.
Gu Mang: "…"
The beauty was indeed a beauty, but unfortunately, it was a man.
… He had seen it before.
It was Murong Chuyi …
Murong Chuyi had the same problem as Mo Xi. He didn't like to take off his clothes when taking a bath. He liked to wear a bathrobe in the water. At this time, he had already put on a white shirt over his cold bathrobe. Under his dark eyebrows, his phoenix eyes were slightly narrowed. His gaze was colder than the water in the peach blossom pond.
"…" Gu Mang was silent for a while, then he cupped his hands and said, "Big brother, I'm sorry to disturb you."
Murong Chuyi said coldly, "Stop right there."
"… Big brother, do you have anything else to say?"
Murong Chuyi raised his hand and pointed at his clothes. His slender white fingertips ignited a cluster of fire. Under the light of the fire, his wet clothes were dried in an instant. Murong Chuyi sat on a bluestone in the cave and glanced at Gu Mang, saying, "Come here."
"We're all men. There's no harm in looking." Gu Mang trembled. "If you don't want to, then how about … how about …"
After racking his brains for a long time, Gu Mang probed, "Then how about I take off my clothes for you to see?"
Murong Chuyi glared at him and said, "Who wants to see you? Come here. "
Gu Mang had no choice but to go over. He didn't have qinggong as good as Murong Chuyi, so he could only use his hands and feet to climb up the slightly high and slippery platform. During the process, he slipped down two or three times. Only then did he clumsily climb up. Murong Chuyi didn't help him up.
After climbing up the stone platform and walking to Murong Chuyi's side, Gu Mang realized that Murong Chuyi's face was pale. Even his lips were almost bloodless. He couldn't help but be stunned.
"What happened to you?"
Murong Chuyi closed his eyes and said, "You, make a trip to the Jiang Manor."
Gu Mang scratched his head in confusion. "Why do I have to go to the Jiang Manor?"
"Ask Jiang Fuli for a Heart-Calming Grass. Come back and give it to me. "
This person didn't even add the words "please" or "can you", so Gu Mang thought that it was his duty. He made an "oh" sound and turned to leave. After taking a few steps, he reacted and turned back, saying, "That's not right. Why do you want me to do this?"
Murong Chuyi said, "Because you just happened to pass by."
These words were like those crazy old Taoist priests in novels. They would catch a young hero and say, "Young friend, you and I are fated. Come back to the mountain with me to cultivate." Then, without caring about anything else, they would drag the young hero away.
Gu Mang was unhappy. "I don't owe you anything. You just hit me. Why should I help you?"
Murong Chuyi's fingertips glowed. His expression was fierce, as if he was about to use some merciless move. He stared coldly at Gu Mang and said, "Are you going or not?
Gu Mang shook his head. "A real man cannot be corrupted by wealth or power. Ah, what's wrong with you?"
Before he could finish, the light on Murong Chuyi's fingertips went out. He lowered his head and covered his mouth with his sleeve. He actually coughed out a thin layer of blood.
Gu Mang was shocked. "Are you sick?"
Murong Chuyi was about to put on a strong front again, but before he could say anything, he suddenly coughed out a big mouthful of black blood. He said hoarsely, "I … I am cultivating here …" He paused and took a deep breath. His eyes flashed with stubbornness. "You can't … you can't tell the Yue Manor …"
"You can't tell the Yue Manor?"
Murong Chuyi was obviously very weak, but his expression and posture were still so sharp. He gritted his teeth and said, "You can't tell them."
"…"
"Promise me."
Gu Mang was probably shocked by this person's aura. He subconsciously nodded.
After Murong Chuyi received his promise, he was like a bow that was stretched to the extreme. When the promise entered his ears, his mental strength suddenly dissipated. He closed his eyes and fell on the wet and cold bluestone shore. He actually fainted.
"…" Gu Mang stared at him blankly. After a while, he bent down and poked Murong Chuyi's cheek. His pale and thin face was as cold as jade. It was indescribably terrifying and pitiful.
Gu Mang's throat swallowed. He was a little nervous. "I'll go find you some medicine. You, you can't just faint like that."
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