After Mo Xi returned to the mansion, he went into seclusion for three consecutive days.
People have a lot of speculations about what happened before, and there are different opinions. Everyone is curious about what kind of conversation Mo Xi had with the emperor that day when he went to Wangcheng, so that he made such a big mistake, and the emperor didn't punish him, it was just that. Let him be grounded for three days, so hastily.
But no one knows the truth.
For the past three days, Jiang Fuli never left the Xihe Mansion. Gu Mang's injury was too severe, he had to close the door to heal him, everyone was forced to retreat, and no one could approach the treatment room.
Day three.
The sun shines in through the window lattice, and as time goes by, the black shadow slowly flows on the ground, Mo Xi sits in front of the sandalwood desk, looking at the stack of letters in front of him.
This stack of letters had been read countless times by Mo Xi in the past few days. They are the information that Gu Mang sent to Junshang from Liaoguo over the years, and he has always been carried by Junshang in the Qiankun bag.
In five years, a thick stack, the earliest letter paper has faded ink stains, and the latest has yellowed edges.
The only thing that doesn't change is the running script on it, which is the handwriting that Mo Xi is no longer familiar with.
"Your Majesty, I have already entered Liao, and the national teacher of Liao Kingdom is very wary. A few days ago, I was in a little embarrassment. But now everything is fine, there is no need to worry about it. Greetings, Your Majesty."
"Your Majesty, after planning for the autumn harvest, we will attack and lift Lancheng in North China. There are many people in Lancheng. I hope you will show more compassion to the people and take precautions early."
"Your Majesty, I am stationed in Tiandang Mountain with Master Liao. Now I am Commander Liao, and fighting on the battlefield is inevitable. After seven days, we will attack Lancheng, and we will face each other with Chonghua. This is a helpless move. Bow down and bow down."
There was even a letter from Gu Mang to the emperor after the Dongting water battle.
The handwriting of that letter was more scribbled than any previous letter, and even the edge of the pen was trembling. It seemed that when Gu Mang was writing it, he was so emotional that he couldn't calmly write the strokes neatly. The words of the letter can see his anxiety at that time-
"My heart is a last resort. It's because Mo Shuai is too naive and stubborn. Wang Wangjun is very good. In addition, Gu has a request. I have a deep relationship with Mo Shuai, and I am afraid that I will never be able to fight against Mo Shuai in the future..."
Every time Mo Xi saw this, he couldn't help but imagine Gu Mang's mood when he wrote this letter. In the end, he only felt that it was too painful and too painful to be relieved.
Turning over one by one, in addition to reporting on the military situation of the Liao Kingdom and reporting on black magic, the most common thing to see is Gu Mang's letter reporting how many people he killed and how many cities he destroyed after the first battle. Rather than saying that he is apologizing to the emperor, it is better to say that he is calculating an account of human life.
to the fifth year.
Gu Mang suddenly stopped calculating. Probably he finally knew that no matter how he counted or counted, those people had indeed died under his hands, and he could not save anything.
At the end of each letter, he only wrote a small "Gu Mang, the sinner, I bow my head again" at the place where the signature was signed.
Mo Xi stroked the handwriting that was curled up in the corner, Gu Mang, the sinner... He stroked and stroked, and the tears flowed down like that, dripping on the four words that were extremely self-abasement and self-blame.
Turn to the last letter.
In that letter, Gu Mang wrote a few simple lines, explaining the reason why Your Majesty insisted on taking him as a black devil trial.
Gu Mang wrote: "Five years ago, when I first entered the Liao Kingdom, Liao quenched my body, poured wolf blood, and carved a black magic spell on my bones. It's getting more and more out of control. I can already sense the intention of the Liao Kingdom. They should separate my consciousness and destroy my memory in the near future, and then send it back to Chonghua as a gift of peace. , This body is stained with blood, and Your Majesty does not need to bother to treat me. If Your Majesty truly pity the suffering I have suffered, please return me to the Heavenly Prison and analyze the trials, in order to obtain the Dharma door as soon as possible to break the black demons of the Liao Kingdom. Dao. In this way, the remaining wishes have been fulfilled."
At the end of the letter, there is still that line of extremely humble small print.
—
The guilty minister, Gu Mang, bowed his head and bowed again.
In the Vermilion Bird Hall, the last words of Jun Shang were still in his ears: "Fireball, do you know how Gu Gu felt when he saw this letter?"
"In the first letter five years ago, he told Gu that Liaoguo was a little embarrassed to him, but everything was settled, so Gu did not have to worry about it. But five years later, he realized what Liaoguo might do to him next. It was only then that the truth of the year was revealed. It turned out that what he said was "a little embarrassed", but it was actually a hardened body and a black devil carved into his bones."
"Do you understand now? The reason why Liao Guo sent him back is because the magic spell and demon blood pressure in Gu Mang's body could no longer hold, and no one knew that when Gu Mang's consciousness was completely swallowed by the black demon, it would become No matter what, they didn't dare to kill this mutant demon, so they sent him back to Chonghua."
Your Majesty paused and said again.
"Fireball, Lonely has no choice. Even though the Black Demon Trial is cruel, this is the only way Gu Man can think of, and it may be possible to save him. Otherwise, when the demonic aura in Gu Mang's body erupts, Chonghua will be fine. , Gu Mang or even Gu Mang will become irreversible..."
There was a knock on the door that was hidden, and Mo Xi suddenly recovered from the hard memories. He raised his hand and quickly wiped away the wet tears, put away the letter, and said, "Come in."
Li Wei came in.
These days, he is the only one who can enter this room without being kicked out. Li Wei said: "Lord, good news! People have been rescued!"
Mo Xi was stunned for a moment, then got up and wanted to run out. Li Wei hurriedly said: "He is still sleeping, and Pharmacist Jiang told him not to wake him up. In addition, Pharmacist Jiang is waiting for you in the backyard, saying that he has something to tell you in detail."
By the lotus pond in the backyard of Xihe Mansion, Jiang Fuli sat leaning against the pavilion pillar. He watched the lotus flowers in full bloom in the pond, and there were some light and shadow colors that could not be comprehended by others. He seemed to be thinking about something that puzzled him, his brows were slightly lowered, and his thin lips were pursed tightly.
Mo Xi walked through the curved corridor and came to his side: "Jiang Yaoshi."
I don't know if it was because the three days of healing was too tiring, or for some other reason, Jiang Fuli rarely recovered immediately, but stared at the pond fish swimming in the lotus pond, stunned.
"... Pharmacist Jiang?"
After calling for the second time, Jiang Fuli slowly came over as if he had just woken up from a dream: "Oh, it's you. You're here."
At this moment, only Gu Mang was in Mo Xi's heart, so he did not pay attention to Jiang Fuli's abnormality, but asked, "How is my brother?"
Jiang Fuli said: "It's a little complicated, you don't have to be too nervous, you sit down and I'll tell you."
Mo Xi was really restless, but Jiang Fuli had the attitude that if you don't sit down, I'm too lazy to speak, he had no choice but to sit opposite Jiang Fuli.
Jiang Fuli said, "Let me ask you first, did Gu Mang's memory recover most of the time before Zhou He's trial of the black devil?"
He went straight in, and Mo Xi didn't deny it.
"Jiang is not involved in the court situation, and he has no intention to intervene, so don't worry. Jiang is just curious, he has lost two souls, and logically his memory can never be restored to that point. I don't know what you experienced when you went to Bat Island, what is it? What made him become like this?"
Mo Xi replied, "Time Mirror."
Jiang Fuli was silent for a moment and said, "No wonder. Then I understand."
"Let me tell you this, Xi He-jun. Time Mirror can indeed restore Gu Mang's consciousness and memory, but human souls cannot be replaced after all. What Time Mirror does is just 'flashback', not A real recovery."
"Flashback… "
"That's right," Jiang Fuli said, "It's like returning to the light, it doesn't last long, and after a month or two, all the memories that came back from the time mirror will dissipate." He paused and continued, "Sorry, even I can't reverse it."
In fact, Mo Xi had already anticipated this matter. When Shanpai used the time mirror technique, he once shouted that he wanted to "flash back" Gu Mang's memory. At that time, he cared about Shanpao's statement, but when he got this confirmation from Jiang Fuli's mouth. , the heart still sank fiercely.
Mo Xi lowered his eyelashes and whispered, "I see... Thank you."
"There is no need to thank others for taking people's money to eliminate disasters. Gu Mang's other injuries are no longer a problem. As long as you can rest assured and take care of them, they will slowly recover. But there is one thing I have to remind you." Jiang Fuli said Suddenly, his expression became serious, "His spirit must not be able to endure great stimulation any more."
Mo Xi's heart suddenly twitched, and he asked, "Is he still ill?"
"How can you be safe?" Jiang Fuli stretched out three fingers and held it in front of Mo Xi, "First, his soul is incomplete. Second, he was forcibly stimulated by the ancient mirror and flashed back a memory. Third, Zhou Hexuan I'm going to tell you this, Xihejun, your senior brother Gu is really unusually strong, if it was replaced by someone else, he would have collapsed and gone mad if he suffered any one of the three."
Every time he said the same thing, he bent one finger, and when all three fingers were bent, Jiang Fuli, who was so arrogant, couldn't help sighing: "He has endured three, but he hasn't lost himself."
The breeze blew through the lotus pond, making the water sparkling.
Jiang Fuli turned his head to look at the wrinkled pool face, and said in a low voice, "Actually, as a doctor, I am very curious. I don't know what kind of spiritual obsession can make him so indestructible."
"… "
After a while of silence, his almond eyes watched the fish in the lotus pond come and go.
Suddenly Jiang Fuli said, "Xihe-Jun, let me ask you, Gu Mang is actually a spy sent by Chonghua to Liao Kingdom, right?"
Mo Xi suddenly raised his head and stared at him. Jiang Fuli probably spent three days of energy and was really tired. He leaned lazily on the pavilion pillar, squinted his eyes, and looked at the lotus pond where the lines were stacked up. He said slowly: "Don't worry, I didn't use the healing to peep into his heart, not to mention that his spiritual power is so strong, even if he is charged with accusation, what he said may not be the truth. I It's just that I think so, I just asked casually. You don't have to answer me. "
Mo Xi's throat was extremely bitter, and after a while he said, "You...why do you think so."
"It's simple."
Jiang Fuli said: "A traitor who can't bear the blow and falls into the path of murder and revenge will never have his will. I have no evidence, and I have no intention of getting involved in the court situation, but as a doctor, I can already confirm that he is not a villain."
The sunlight flickered in Jiang Fuli's eyes, polishing his face so that it was no longer as rebellious and unruly as usual. Jiang Fuli looked a little sighed at this moment, but also a little gentle.
And his gentle appearance faintly made Mo Xi feel a little familiar.
"Take good care of him, Xihejun. His current consciousness is like a cracked ice surface. If he suffers a fourth mental trauma—" Jiang Fuli paused and said solemnly, "He will If you lose your mind, unless you recover his two remnants of souls, even if Daluo Immortal descends to earth, he will not be able to save him."
That night.
A round of Wu hooks hangs in the sky, the sky is full of broken stars, and the Milky Way is like a long sword like a dragon, flashing and shining on the dark blue night sky.
This night, many people in Chonghua City have their own concerns and difficulties.
Inside the palace, the king was wrapped in fox fur and curled up in the soft tent of the Vermilion Bird Hall, closing his eyes and stroking the Bodhi dzi string on his wrist.
In Yuefu, Murong Chuyi walked to Yue Chenqing's bed, hesitated for a long time, and finally raised her hand and knocked on the door. But after waiting for a while, there was still no response, so he gently opened the door, but saw a lonely lamp that was not extinguished inside, the pillows and desks were neat, and Yue Chenqing was not among them. At this time, the servant came and told him that Yue Chenqing had gone to the Xue Gong Jiang Yexue to learn skills. Murong Chuyi didn't speak, and after a long time, she closed her eyes.
In the pharmacist's mansion, Jiang Fuli was in a hurry to pack his luggage for some reason, saying that he was going to travel far, while his wife was standing by the door.
Looking at Shu Mansion, Murong Lian was lying on the bamboo couch in the courtyard, sipping on the floating life like a dream, the smoke slowly exhaled from his mouth, blowing towards the blooming paulownia flowers. Murong Lian bit her bong, stretched out her hand and stared at her fingers in a daze, her eyes bright and dark.
And Xihe House.
After going through such twists and turns and bloody storms, everything finally returned to a brief period of peace. Gu Mang was lying on the big bed in the master bedroom, covered with a thin quilt, and had not yet woken up. Mo Xi asked all the servants to retreat, and he was the only one standing beside the bed.
He was very patient, and he didn't think that Gu Mang slept for too long or that Gu Mang occupied his bed—that was what he had promised to give to Gu Mang.
"I once promised to give you a home." Mo Xi held his hand, pulled him over, put it to his lips, and kissed gently, "I'm sorry, senior brother, I made you wait too long."
The person on the bed was lying obediently, with thick eyelashes hanging down, blocking his eyes like a small fan. At this time, he no longer has to pretend, he no longer has to endure, and he no longer has to worry about it. He looked so tired and thin, and Mo Xi stared at the person in front of him, unable to remember how healthy, strong and sunny his brother Gu Mang looked at first. Time has destroyed him too much.
Mo Xi lowered his head, buried his face deeply, resting his forehead against Gu Mang's slightly cold palm, and said in a low voice, "Senior brother, you are now at home."
Warm tears rolled down his cheeks, soaking Gu Mang's palms.
But it seemed that he was awakened by such muttering and affection. After a few moments of silence, Gu Mang's fingertips moved slightly, and then he opened his eyes.