"Hey? Is it just Gu Mang? Wang Shu-jun, why don't you get more people?"
Xi and Wang Shu both had a deep hatred with Gu Mang, so someone sneered unceremoniously, "With Gu Mang's current appearance, it's not bad to be unbeatable."
Murong Lian ignored him, still staring at Mo Xi, but after hearing this, the corners of her mouth curled into a smile.
He smiled, and several of the offspring who were busy holding him also laughed.
"Haha, yes yes yes, it's really not good to just call Gu Mang. How can he serve people? It's almost irritating."
"You took care of his business?"
"He used to be a flower name, I'm curious, he wants to play, and you know, he..."
The young master didn't speak, but suddenly felt a chill in his neck. Looking left and right, he found that Mo Xi was staring at him coldly. That look was like a bayonet in a cold night, so frightened that he instantly forgot what he said later, and suddenly swallowed in his throat, drenched in cold sweat.
Where is it wrong
That young man thought coolly, but before he could think about it, Mo Xi turned his eyes away, and the sharp profile face was already calm and indifferent, nothing unusual.
As if the cruelty in his eyes just now was just his own illusion.
Murong Lian looked playful and said lazily, "You guys are really interesting. Who is Gu Mang? He was Chonghua's number one general, my old slave, and Mo Shuai's senior brother."
Mo Xi: "..."
"Even if he can't serve, can we miss him for tonight's banquet?" Murong Lian said, his eyes shifted, and he fell on Mo Xi with malicious intent, "Now that Mo Shuai is back, he is coming to my house again. Gather, how can I not end the friendship of the landlord and share it with him?”
Every time he said more, the gloom in Mo Xi's eyes deepened.
At the end, the black cloud was about to open the city, and the flames of rage turned into thousands of troops, all of them dormant with murderous intent behind the long eyelashes.
He didn't want to see with his own eyes Gu Mang's embarrassed attitude in front of these people.
But Murong Lian pinched him seven inches with every word, and every word pierced his heart.
After saying these words, Murong Lian grinned, revealing a chilling smile.
"Mo Shuai. Your great enemy, your senior brother Gu, you are not curious about what he has become after being trained by me? Don't you want to see it with your own eyes?"
Finally the group went.
Wangshu Mansion is located in the east of Chonghua. The building is huge. Above the mansion is a bat-patterned totem incantation all the year round. It is the emblem of Wangshu's lineage.
This is the rule of Chonghua. The clothes of the pro-noble family are generally inlaid with gold trim, but according to Jun Shangqin, the background color is different. For example, the Xihe Mansion has a black background with a golden border, and the Yue Mansion has a white background with a golden border.
At this time, eight thousand exquisite fairy lanterns shone through the sky, feasting extravagantly, feasting and feasting. Halfway through the banquet, everyone's chests and hearts were relaxed, and the younger generation who were tied up in the past also became active and lively, drinking and punching each other, it was very lively.
Murong Lian leaned on the bamboo couch of Concubine Xiang, holding a silver chip in her slender, cold white hand, fiddling with the spices in the smoker.
This is a kind of incense produced by the Liao Kingdom. It is not a big problem to smell it from a distance, but when you get close, there will be a kind of fluttering stimulation. This kind of stimulation can only be inhaled every three to five, and it is difficult to quit addiction. This thing was banned when Lao Jun was ruling the country...
Mo Xi looked at Murong Lian's drunken life and dream, the pale and thin face was blurred like a mirror in the mist, and he felt a little bored.
Yue Chenqing sat next to Mo Xi, and when she saw Murong Lian sniffing the smoke from the furnace, she couldn't help but feel curious and wanted to lean in to see it, but Mo Xi stopped her.
"sit down."
"That's… what?"
Mo Xi sullenly said, "A floating life is like a dream."
Yue Chenqing was taken aback: "Ah! Liaoguo's floating life is like a dream?" He looked over anxiously, "...Wangshu-jun seems to be very addicted, no wonder when I see him this time, I feel that his spirit is so bad. "
"If you touch this kind of aromatherapy once, your father will definitely lock you in the house for three or five years and won't let you out."
Yue Chenqing said: "My father? My father is not so irritable. At most, he threatened to hang me up and beat me, and lock people in the house for three years and five years. It is Mo Shuai that you came up with."
Not waiting for Mo Xi to get angry, Yue Chenqing smiled again and said, "But don't worry. I don't want to ask for this kind of illusory pleasure, I'm so likable, I don't need anything like a dream, and I'm just as happy, no Can't think of it like that."
Unexpectedly, his last few words fell into Murong Lian's ears without any bias.
Murong Lian fiddled with the residual incense in the golden beast's gui-style incense burner, a soft sneer slipped between her brows, her voice was as lazy as the smoke: "Can't think of it? Hmph, it's hard to find a thousand pieces of gold, just rely on your Yue family's financial resources. , even if you want to smoke, you can't afford it."
Yue Chenqing didn't want to argue with him, so she said indifferently, "Yes, Wang Shujun has a noble bloodline and is rich enough to rival the country. How can I compare to you?"
Murong Lian was satisfied, she turned her head and asked, "Xihe-Jun, why don't you come?"
Seeing Mo Xi's icy face, Murong Lian giggled as she hunched over: "I almost forgot, Mo Shuai is also used to being frugal, and he never likes extravagance and waste. Hey, it seems that this is a good thing for the country, and the whole Chonghua is just as good. Only this king can bear it."
Mo Xi really didn't want to talk to him.
In his memory, Murong Lian was already at the limit of being a scumbag. He never imagined that after so many years, he would still fall below his lower limit.
This person is proud of his status as a pure-blooded relative, but he never works hard. Instead, he sinks deeper and deeper into the quagmire. Now he can even be called a walking dead, drunk and dreaming of death.
Li Wei was right, he was really rotten to the bone.
"Lord." At this moment, the housekeeper of Wangshu Mansion walked in and reported to Murong Lian, "According to your instructions, the people from Luomei Bieyuan have already brought them."
"Oh, that's fine. Let them in then."
The banquet was in full swing, and the guests were a little drunk. The butler was given orders, and naturally behaved like a flow of kindness, clapping his hands to let the best men and women in the garden come up to add to the fun. Mo Xi turned his head, his dark eyes stared at the entrance of the compartment like a falcon.
The bead curtains were long, and several rows of men and women of different colors were led in by the housekeeper. Those people are either gorgeous, or pure, or humble or arrogant, or unwilling, or willing.
But Gu Mang was not seen.
"There are all the little prostitutes sent by Luomei Bieyuan. If you have a fancy, you can take them to play." Murong Lian waved her hand lazily, "But they are all scumbags, play to death. Forget about me, today the king treats you, are you still not grateful and thankful to Dade for loudly praise and applaud?"
The crowd immediately cheered—
"Wang Shujun is so refreshing!"
"Sure enough, it's your cousin. What you say and do is just a sentence. It's really enviable."
A group of people slapped Murong Lian's ass, and started to hilariously drag those poor degenerates to accompany them to drink and have fun. For a time, the chaos was blurred, and it was unbearable.
"Beauty, what's your name?"
"Come on, fill your brother's wine first."
Mo Xi's face became more and more ugly, and he held back for a long time. He really felt unbearable. He was about to get up and leave when he heard Murong Lian smiling and saying, "Xihe-Jun, didn't you like it?"
"You're too drunk."
Murong Lian sneered: "I didn't drink high, Xi and Jun don't rush to leave. The person you want to see has already come, but he has a weird temper now and leaves Luomei Bieyuan, but he will be uneasy. So A man stands outside the door and refuses to come in."
As he spoke, he filled himself with another glass of wine and drank it all in one go.
"If you don't believe me, just see for yourself."
Mo Xi turned his head to look out the door, and sure enough, he saw the broken shadow of the bead curtain swaying, revealing the shadowy figure behind him, like a vigilant beast hiding in the dark, tentatively looking out.
"Did you see it?" Murong Lian said, "Let him come in and play with you?"
Seeing that Mo Xi didn't answer, Murong Lian smiled, her cheeks flushed and she stretched out, and shouted, "Ai, wait a minute, everyone!"
"Wang Shu-jun, what's wrong?"
Murong Lian narrowed her eyes, the contempt and malice on her face reached their peak almost instantly.
He said, "You guys are really unruly, everyone is in a hurry to hug the beauties, who noticed that our honorable Xi Hejun's arms are still empty?"
Mo Xi: "..."
If it was normal, who would dare to laugh with Mo Xi? However, most of the young masters are vegetarians who are corpses. They can't go to the battlefield with minor injuries and can't get out of bed with serious injuries. There are not many people who have actually worked with Mo Xi, not to mention that they are drunk again, so their exports are a bit unruly. .
Someone laughed with a big tongue: "Xihe-Jun, the emperor is no better than the army, there are beautiful and beautiful people everywhere, and Wangshu-Jun's men are even more exquisite and elegant. Why do you have to refuse - resign?"
"Xi Hejun is in the prime of life, but he has been busy with military affairs, so he should relax occasionally."
"Yeah, Mo Shuai has been to the Shura Temple countless times, but he has never entered the green gauze tent once. Life is too short to have fun, haha."
Among these people, Yue Chenqing was sober. When she saw Mo Xi's face, she thought that something was wrong, so she hurriedly said, "Bah, pah, don't you all shut up?"
Mo Xi glanced at him and thought to himself that this child is rare today, and he is actually serious.
As a result, he continued to say: "Otherwise, if you continue to talk nonsense, Mo Shuai violently kills people, I can run away first!"
Mo Xi: "..."
Everyone looked at each other, half-drunk and half-awake, confused, with silly smiles on their faces. In this tormented stillness, Murong Lian squinted her peach blossom eyes, her eyes were fascinated, but a little cold: "Xihe-Jun, you don't want women, you don't want men, you don't want these dozen or so stunning looks. Oh, I see you-"
He smiled maliciously and said, "What you are thinking about is actually your enemy?"
After that, he shouted from the door curtain: "Come on! Bring the traitor Gu Mang and Mo Shuai to us!"
The author has something to say:
"Alian's Heartache"
Alian: Why do you hate me? Can this little traitor, Gu Mang, be able to go online without me soliciting customers online? Impossible!
Alian: It's not that I want to dig up Mo Xi's arrogant and arrogant handle. If I tried so hard to persuade him to come and play, he would definitely not talk to Gu Mang for ten days and a half months!
Alian: Where am I a villain, I am clearly an assist!
Alian: This king is bitter in his heart, but this king's mouth still needs to be cheap!
Alian: Gu Mang, you die for me! I've worked so hard to solicit Lalang and I'll be scolded for pulling CP! You come out to pay me for mental damage!
Gu Mang: (with a firm face) It takes a she-wolf to come out.