The east is already bright, and the clouds are rising.
Gong Xilai did not listen to Gong Xichou's advice to catch up on sleep, but packed her bag overnight. Most of her things were bought by Gong Xichou, and most of her clothes, cloth and jewelry were gifts from her superiors. She also knew that this trip was important, so she only picked out the yellow and white things.
The patient wanted to get up and help.
However, her temperature kept rising in the second half of the night.
She fell into a deep sleep again and didn't wake up until noon the next day. When she moved a little, she found that her whole body was covered with sticky hot sweat. However, she was much more energetic than yesterday and her mind was no longer dizzy. There was no one in the room, so she reluctantly got up.
Just at this moment, Gong Xilai pushed the door open carrying some porridge.
"My benefactor has finally woken up, how does it feel?"
"I'm sweating now, and I feel much better."
Thanks to Gong Xilai's careful care over the past two days, and the top-grade wound medicine borrowed from Gong Xichou, the wound has healed very well. In addition, the weather is cold, and the wound has not ulcerated or inflamed after treatment. It looks like it will heal in half a month.
The patient coughed and said, "Don't call me benefactor anymore. My surname is Yang and my given name is Ying. You can just call me Ying Niang."
"It's courtesy to return the favor. Yingniang should call me Alai."
Gong Xilai couldn't leave Yang Ying, who had not yet recovered from her injuries, alone for the time being, so after consulting his sworn brother, he decided to take her away with him.
All her belongings were packed into a small wooden box. If she traveled light, she estimated that two carriages would be enough. However, when she saw what Gong Xichou had prepared, her eyes widened in shock. A full twenty carriages!
Open any car and you'll find it's filled with boxes.
"All my belongings are here." Although he did not command many troops and was jokingly called the "strongest soldier", he was a brave warrior who fought on the battlefield after all. In addition, his adoptive father never hesitated to reward him in order to recruit him, so he was very wealthy.
A lot of money has been saved over time, and now it has all been donated to Gong Xilai as an inheritance to be used to rebuild the clan's land.
"The clan land has been unattended for many years, and life in the mountains is bitter and cold, so remember to buy more food. The large tracts of fertile land outside the mountains belong to us, but they are abandoned. You can recruit refugees as tenant farmers to help manage the land, but don't do it yourself."
Gongxilai has no military protection, so it is best to find someone to handle these matters that involve interests and arouse jealousy.
He hasn't just been playing around these years.
He also secretly raised some trusted elite troops.
They are all orphans who have no one to rely on and are loyal to him. They will definitely be loyal to Gong Xilai as if he were themselves.
"I have already arranged everything. Once it gets dark, you can leave under the cover of night. Someone will come to pick you up outside the clan."
Hearing that every word Gong Xichou said was about himself, Gong Xilai could no longer hold back his surging emotions, and his nose felt sore and it was hard to suppress it.
Not to mention the days when she had to sell her smiles after she was ten years old, even before she was ten, when her blood relatives were still alive, she had never felt much love from her relatives. All she felt was cold exploitation. She was just a stepping stone for her biological father to climb up to the powerful.
On the other hand, Gongxi Qiu—
First, he helped her out of her predicament at the banquet.
Another year or two of care and concern.
Now, he no longer despised her for her humble background, but treated her as his own sister, gave her all his wealth, and even helped her to arrange a way out, completely eliminating her worries - such pure devotion instead made Gong Xilai feel a little bit of self-blame and embarrassment.
Ask yourself.
If she were Gong Xichou, even with all these, she would not be able to give her all to someone she had only barely known and was not related to by blood.
"Why are you crying?"
Gong Xichou tilted his head and asked.
It was all natural and I didn't provoke her.
Gong Xilai said: "No, nothing—"
She wiped away her tears carelessly: "I can't bear to leave my brother."
"Oh, brother is reluctant to let you go, but if you stay, it will only cause more trouble." The girl outside is really hard to understand what she is thinking.
He personally escorted the convoy out of the city, and when he returned to his house, he felt a lot colder even though he was missing only one person. Gong Xichou lit a lamp, carefully wiped a dagger with a gorgeous shape and strange patterns, and just as he put the dagger into the sheath—
"Come out."
As the words fell, a figure slowly emerged from the darkness.
The man was dressed in scholar's clothes, not too young, about thirty or forty, with a little gray on his temples and a red seal on his waist. Against the dark brown scholar's robe, he looked particularly dazzling and enchanting, like the red pupils of a poisonous snake.
"You're just going to... hand over our clan's land to outsiders?"
"Alai is my mother's adopted daughter, so she is not an outsider. In comparison, you who have been expelled from the clan are the outsider. What rights do you have to interfere with my decision?" Although he was certain that this person was his half-brother, Gong Xichou still couldn't like him.
The cooperation over the past one or two years is just a mutual benefit.
As for the relationship—
They didn't get close at all, and we became more and more disgusted with each other.
Gongxi Chou deliberately raised his voice and said angrily: "I am the last descendant of the Gongxi clan. Do I need you to teach me how to do things?"
The scribe was not angry.
He just joked: "Aren't you afraid of making a mistake?"
“Hmph, yellow and white vulgar things, you can’t bring them with you when you are born, and you can’t take them with you when you die. If I hold on to them and refuse to let go, do I hope I can recruit soldiers and horses after I die or will my grave be two inches wider?” Gong Xichou knew that the possibility of survival was slim. Although he was already a fifteenth-rank young master at a young age, his adoptive father… Even though this old man was addicted to alcohol and sex all day long and acted weak, she had never been able to see through his true colors.
There are a few brave warriors under my adoptive father's command who rarely appear. They were also ordered to launch a sneak attack on the Gongxi clan. After a bloodbath, no one knows what benefits they got from the clan's secret manual. After many years, their strength is not weak.
If he dares to take action, he will prepare for the worst.
As for money and property—
He really didn't take it seriously.
The scholar said calmly, "You only look impatient and simple-minded on the surface, but you are steady on the inside. You have endured it for so many years, why do you suddenly want to take action? There must be a reason. Now is not a good time to take action, so you might as well be patient for another one or two years."
Gong Xichou turned his head and said, "Humph, I can't bear it."
Scribe: “…”
Gong Xichou sneered: "I know you are loyal to the Pig King. If you want to use me to win credit from him, this is a good opportunity."
Scribe: “…”
It's so rare that a person who only knows how to have fun and practice all day long also knows how to speak in a sarcastic way.
He said: "You and I are of the same race and origin, so we would never do that. But if you want to kill yourself, I won't stop you."
Gong Xichou was too lazy to pay attention to him.
Although there is a certain psychological preparation.
But after hearing the other party's answer, he still felt a lump in his throat - even if this guy was expelled from the Gongxi clan, his years of upbringing were not fake. He could stand by and watch the genocide, which was really hateful!
"Don't worry, even if I want to commit suicide, my enemies will definitely go before me!" If his brother doesn't take revenge for the genocide, he will!
Originally, he was the only one left in the Gongxi clan.
This revenge cannot be accomplished by anyone else!
The scribe remained silent.
It's not that he came here this time without any hassle.
If you can persuade, persuade. If you can’t, forget it.
He had experienced enough of the Gongxi clan's stubborn temper.
By the way, I have another piece of news.
"You called my attention to the Yonggu Pass—"
When Gong Xichou heard this word, he pricked up his ears.
"How about it?"
The scholar said slowly, "It's broken."
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