What's going on … why is it empty?
It was as if a ladle of ice water had been poured into boiling water. The boiling water was temporarily extinguished and the steam was dense.
Mo Xi vaguely thought in this hazy miasma:
Why is it that there are obviously guests who entered my room, but there is not even a single shell coin left in the jar?
Is, is it because those people bullied him and did not even pay him money?
— — The Lord Xi He was a person who was serious, stern, and self-disciplined. He was like an indestructible city. Nothing could ignite the flames of war in this city.
Except for Gu Mang.
Since a long time ago, as long as he encountered something related to Gu Mang, Mo Xi would not be able to control himself. He would become irritable, impulsive, and irritated. He would even lose his mind and lose all rationality.
Later on, when he became the commander-in-chief, he had been through life and death for a few years. He had become sharper and sharper, but he still could not restrain this little bit of selfishness. In front of Gu Mang, he was not the first commander of the Chong Hua, but an ordinary young man. He was becoming more and more unable to control himself. He was becoming more and more eager to know how Gu Mang had spent the past two years.
Why did he become so calm, or even apathetic? Could a person really be so calm in the face of favor and humiliation?
"What a waste of money!"
Suddenly, an angry shout came from outside, interrupting Mo Xi's thoughts. It was followed by the sound of footsteps. A woman was approaching while cursing.
"He can't do anything well. He only knows how to make the guests unhappy. This traitor should be hanged early. I really don't know why the Lord Wangshu still wants to spare his worthless life!"
Mo Xi frowned slightly.
This was the steward of Fallen Plum Resort, Mother Qin.
A long time ago, the Lord Wangshu wanted to be on good terms with him. He had once sent Mother Qin to arrange for a dozen beautiful women of different styles to be sent to his army. At that time, Mother Qin had tried to persuade him with all sorts of extravagant and extravagant words, but he didn't manage to get her to stay. Instead, he remembered that sharp and thin voice, which annoyed him so much that he had a headache.
"He doesn't know how to cry or laugh. He doesn't know how to coax people or act like a spoiled child. Every time a guest comes out of his room, he will scold me until I bleed." The woman was so angry that her shadow was already reflected on the paper window. She scolded again, "A complete waste of money!"
"…"
Mo Xi did not expect that he would be so unlucky. The news of Lord Xi He visiting a brothel was enough to make the entire Chong Hua shiver in fear. The news of Lord Xi He secretly visiting a brothel made the entire Chong Hua dumbfounded.
If it was said that Lord Xi He had climbed over the wall and sneaked into the brothel to flip the sign of his sworn enemy, the capital of Chong Hua would probably explode.
Mo Xi turned Gu Mang's face to face. His heavy breathing brushed against Gu Mang's face. He lowered his voice and asked, "Where can we go out?"
Gu Mang coughed a few times and took a deep breath, "There are guests here, so the words outside the door will change color. She won't come in. "
Mo Xi said angrily, "I'm not a guest!"
Gu Mang's eyes widened slightly, "Then you …"
As the two of them were talking, Mother Qin's shadow was already reflected on the door. Seeing that she was about to push the door open and enter, Mo Xi glanced out of the corner of his eye and suddenly said to Gu Mang, "Don't tell her that I'm here."
"…"
The door opened. Almost at the same time, Mo Xi let go of Gu Mang's hand and hid behind the screen in a flash.
Mother Qin walked into the room with a hookah pipe in her hand. She blew out her red lips and the room was instantly filled with a strong pungent smell of smoke.
Gu Mang couldn't hold back and sneezed softly.
"Ten times I've come to your room, all ten times I've been coughing and choking. I was hoping you'd die." Mother Qin rolled her eyes, "In the end, after raising you for so many years, you still haven't died."
"General Gu." She sat down at the round table and took a few puffs of her hookah pipe. She said in a strange tone, "There are only three days left in this month. Not to mention thousands of shell coins in other rooms, even the most unlikable and ugly ones can earn enough money for their own meals with their mouths."
She glanced at him.
"What do you say?"
"… I don't have money."
"I knew you didn't have money!" Mother Qin sucked on her hookah pipe, "You can't do anything right but spoil everything. Other than your face, you don't have any other skills."
Gu Mang sneezed softly again.
"Why are you pretending to be weak and pitiful?" Mother Qin was getting angrier. She raised her voice and reprimanded, "Look at yourself. What have you stored in that lousy pot of yours? I've raised you, but instead of earning, I've lost money! "
"…"
"If you continue like this, even if I can't do anything to you because of the Lord Wangshu's order, I'll definitely slaughter the dog in your courtyard!"
Gu Mang didn't say anything at first, but when he heard that she was going to slaughter the dog, he said, "I've done as you said."
"What the hell? Do you really think I'm stupid?"
"They didn't give me money. I'm … "Gu Mang paused and said the word," a traitor. "
Mo Xi was listening from behind the screen. Although he couldn't see Gu Mang's expression, Gu Mang's voice was still calm, as if he was narrating an unimportant fact. He didn't feel guilty or ashamed at all. The word "traitor" was as light as a feather to him.
"Traitors shouldn't ask for money." Gu Mang said, "They said that whatever I do for them, it's what I should do."
Gu Mang's silhouette could be seen through the gap in the screen.
"I owe them."
Mother Qin choked and said unhappily, "Yes, yes, you're a traitor. But what does that have to do with me? You owe them, that's true. But I'm opening a tile house, not a charity hall. How can I be in deficit every time! Not only do I suffer losses, but I'm also scolded by those distinguished guests every time! "
"How many times have I told you? I can't ask for money when I serve the noble lords. I have to rely on you people to coax the lords to give me money. No matter how much money it is, you can always coax some. But what about you? Great General Gu, did you coax him? "
Gu Mang didn't say anything. After a while, Mother Qin's shrill voice was heard, "Why are you glaring at me? Are you still in the right?! "
"Kneel down for me!"
Mo Xi originally thought that Gu Mang wouldn't kneel, at least not immediately.
But things once again exceeded his expectations. Gu Mang didn't seem to care, as if he didn't feel humiliated, and actually knelt down in front of this woman.
"…" Mo Xi raised his hand to support himself against the cold wall beside him. His ears were buzzing with the sound of blood flowing.
Gu Mang, he actually …
Before he could finish his thought, the sound of a whip suddenly rang out. Even though he was a war god who had fought against thousands of horses and thousands of soldiers, he was shocked by this sound. His pupils contracted and cold sweat seeped out of his back.
Through the narrow gap of the screen, he saw Gu Mang kneeling in front of Mother Qin. That shrew stood up, condensed spiritual power in her palm, and a scarlet whip fiercely lashed at Gu Mang's back.
It was as if the woman wanted to vent all her frustration and frustration that she had no way of venting out on Gu Mang. She mustered all her strength and slapped him twenty or thirty times before she finally stopped, panting.
During this process, Gu Mang didn't even make a sound. He didn't even groan, as if he didn't care about the humiliation or the pain.
When Mother Qin had enough, she put away the spiritual whip and picked up the pipe again. She took a few puffs to calm her heaving chest, "You also know that traitors are more disgusting than headless people, right? Then you should spend more effort to make them happy and make them obediently pay the money! "
Gu Mang repeated, as if trying to understand the word, "Make them happy …"
"If you don't get any money next month. Not only will the customers hit you, even I won't let you off easily! You should think about it carefully! "
After Mother Qin finished speaking, she left angrily.
When Mo Xi came out, Gu Mang was still kneeling on the ground with his back facing him.
His back looked very indifferent. His collar was very wide, and pale skin peeked out from the edge. All the way up, there was a smoky neck, and all the way down, there was a bright red that burned up like ashes.
There were too many suspicious points about Gu Mang. He was too unfamiliar, too quiet, and too indifferent to life, death, favor, and humiliation. Mo Xi felt that he had a lot of questions to ask him, but as he stared at the blood that was still slowly seeping out, only one sentence slipped out of his mouth in the end.
"… The injuries on your body were all caused by her?"
"Not all." Gu Mang stood up from the ground, "Most of you came here to hit me."
"…"
"She's the most."
As Gu Mang spoke, he didn't look at Mo Xi and walked to the basin by himself.
Mo Xi was about to say something when he saw Gu Mang take off his inner garment and throw the bloodstained clothes to the side. Then, he picked up the basin and poured the water on himself.
There seemed to be some kind of spell on his back, which made the invincible Marshal Mo a nightmare.
In Lord Xi He's memory, Gu Mang's back was straight, broad, and sharp, like a taut bowstring. There were very few scars on his back, and most of his scars were on the front, such as his chest, waist, and abdomen.
But at this moment, under the dim yellow light, the back that Lord Xi He was familiar with was unrecognizable. There were whip marks, knife wounds, and burned by spells. It was hard to see a piece of good flesh, not to mention the bloody scars after being beaten just now … How painful it must have been.
But Gu Mang acted as if nothing had happened. He casually washed his blood off with cold water and then casually wiped it with a towel.
Mo Xi had mixed feelings. He didn't want to say much, but he couldn't look away.
He thought of Gu Mang in the school and sighed helplessly, "Shidi, you're too hardworking. Can you still move your legs? Come, I'll help you back. "
He thought of Gu Mang on the battlefield and immediately held his spear, leaning back to back with him, and laughed, "This wave of enemies is like a mad dog. If we die today, there won't be a beautiful girl to accompany you. I'll be the only one accompanying you. Don't mind."
When these memories came to his mind, Mo Xi's throat was dry. He finally asked, "Where's your Jinchuang medicine?"
Gu Mang's eyes were a little blank, as if he didn't understand what Mo Xi was talking about, "Jinchuang medicine?"
"What about the bandage?"
"Bandage?"
Mo Xi didn't know if he was angry, hateful, resentful, or inexplicable in pain at this moment.
"There should at least be a bottle of hemostatic powder."
Gu Mang stopped what he was doing and turned back to look at him. After a while, he finally understood, but he shook his head, "No, it'll be fine."
Then, as if nothing had happened, he casually washed his blood off with cold water and then casually wiped it with a towel. Finally, he walked to the camphor wood cabinet, took out a wrinkled inner garment, and put it on.
Mo Xi saw that he was so casual, and the irritation in his heart grew stronger.
He had seen a lot of prisoners of war. Some were strong, some were docile, some were willing to die, and some were willing to betray their masters for glory.
But Gu Mang was different from the prisoners he had taken in before. Mo Xi didn't know what Gu Mang looked like at this moment. Gu Mang didn't even have a trace of the familiar aura he was familiar with. He didn't have a trace of humanity.
He didn't cry, he didn't feel inferior, he didn't feel fear, he didn't feel resentment.
He didn't even seem to feel pain.
After a while, Mo Xi asked, "Gu Mang, what are you thinking?"
He didn't expect Gu Mang to answer, but his heart was stuffy and flustered.
But who would have thought that Gu Mang would actually answer.
He even answered very sincerely, "I want money."
"…"
"Others have it, but I don't. No one will give it to me. "
Mo Xi looked at him. He looked at Gu Mang's expression when he spoke. He looked at the way he spoke word by word, and the strange feeling in his heart grew stronger and stronger.
"Everyone said that I shouldn't have asked for it." Gu Mang said, looking at the broken pieces of the jar on the ground. Then he walked over, picked up the pieces, and piled them on the table. He still looked calm, but Mo Xi gradually found that he seemed to be in a daze and puzzled.
Gu Mang turned to look at him, "You are the first one to give me shell money."
Mo Xi was silent for a while, and then said stiffly, "You know why I gave it to you."
Gu Mang didn't answer immediately. He looked back and forth at Mo Xi several times. This was the first time that Gu Mang looked at Mo Xi seriously since he entered the room, instead of the indifferent gaze he used to dismiss guests.
Then Gu Mang stretched out his hand to him.
"You still want it?" Mo Xi looked down at him, "Didn't you want to return it to me just now?"
"I want it."
Mo Xi was irritated. In order not to be long-winded with him and make him even angrier, he took out another gold shell money and gave it to him.
Gu Mang didn't thank him. He took it, held it with both hands, and looked down for a while. Then he looked back at the broken jar on the table. He thought for a while, walked to the bed, rummaged under the soft mattress, and found a sachet.
He was about to open the sachet and put the shell money in when Mo Xi suddenly realized something. His heart turned cold, and he stood up abruptly.
"Wait."
"…"
"What's that in your hand?" Mo Xi's voice was low and dangerous. Every word was dangerous, as if it would shatter between his teeth if he used a little more force.
"Take it out."
It was an exquisitely embroidered sachet. Golden silk was embroidered with thousands of miles of clouds, silver thread was embroidered with thousands of miles of rivers and mountains, and the bottom was decorated with red stones and agate. It was obvious that it was an expensive object.
Mo Xi stared at the sachet for a long time. His heart was filled with anger. Slowly, he spat out a few words, "Who gave it to you?"
The author has something to say:
Small theatre
Mo Xi: Who gave you the sachet?
Gu Mang: Guess again in the character column ~
Mo Xi: There are only two people in the theatre. How do you want me to guess?
Gu Mang Mang (Villain's Face): Hehe, young man, then you can continue to be confused and confused forever!
PS: Some of the selected parts and poems in the previous article are not original, but I forgot to add a note. Anyway, the opera is definitely not original! The poems are not necessarily, so I'll add a note here! I'll remember to add a note in the future.
PS: Let me introduce Luo Mei Bie Garden ~ It's not very important, so I won't put it in the article. If you're interested, you can take a look ~
Luo Mei Bie Garden is Lord Wangshu's place. Almost all of the prisoners there are captives from other countries (Gu Mang: Raise your hand, me too). Yes, and Gu Mang. The place covers an area of about 2000 square meters and has all kinds of entertainment facilities (Mo Xi: Hey, hey, hey! What are you doing! Are you going to sue Luo Mei Bie Garden?) … Cough, in short, it's built very brightly ~
The place is only open to aristocrats. If you're not of noble blood, money is useless. Because of the special customers, the nanny can't directly ask the customers how much they charge. Think about it, if they charge like a normal brothel, then the following situations may occur: (Aristocrat A: You're crazy! I'm going in to play, but you're blocking the door and asking me for money! I'm not playing anymore! You're outrageous!). Therefore, they rely on the prostitutes themselves to coax them.
Usually, the aristocrats will pay according to the price (Lord Wangshu: Haha, after all, it's my shop. Do you want to play for free? Are you waiting for me to accuse you in front of the emperor?). But there are exceptions … For example, Gu Mang: … = = Traitors Don't Deserve Money Series 2333333 (Gu Mang: … …)
That's about it ~ ~ ~
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