When Mo Xi returned to the house, Gu Mang was reading and writing in the study.
The small window of red lacquer was open, and scattered flowers were floating outside. Gu Mang was wearing a light blue robe of fine ginger, with his hair tied loosely behind his head, forming an irregular loose ball. When the wind blew, the shadow of flowers swayed on him and the table.
As soon as Mo Xi saw the scroll he was spreading, he knew that he was recording those memories that were being lost again. Gu Mang wrote very attentively, unaware of Mo Xi's arrival. His cheeks bulged slightly, his berry-like lips pursed slightly, and his smoky eyelashes cast a gentle reflection on the wing of his nose, quivering occasionally.
Mo Xi was unwilling to shatter this too hard-won peace, so he just stood outside the half-open door of the study and watched. After a while, Gu Mang finally finished writing what he wanted to write today, so he raised his head.
Seeing the man standing outside the door, Gu Mang was stunned for a moment, his azure blue eyes widened slightly: "Huh? When did you come back. Have you been standing outside?"
Mo Xi is obviously not a person who is good at lying, but at this moment, he said calmly and naturally, "No. I just came here."
Saying that, he entered the house.
Gu Mang asked, "What will the court say? Has the king returned to the court today?"
"It's back."
"That's good, then the city near Shituoguan will also—"
"It's too late, Daze City has fallen, and the report just arrived today."
Gu Mang was suddenly startled: "Another city?!"
"Well." Mo Xi said, "Your Majesty has already drawn up the edict, and in another hour, he will send these edicts to the relevant mansions, and at noon he will go to the point of commanding station to gather the generals, and raise his troops to go there. North."
"Has he discussed it with you?"
Mo Xi paused for a moment, then said, "Yes. It's still up to me to lead the Northern Territory Army to the expedition, and another 50,000 cultivators from the Pegasus Battalion to be led by Murong Lian. There are also 50,000 cultivators from the Chiling Battalion. "
Gu Mang originally heard that Murong Lian was going, but his brows were already wrinkled. He thought that Murong Lian was now obviously unwilling to fight, and his addiction to Floating Life Ruomeng was so great that Your Majesty still wanted to send him... I don't know why. However, when he heard that "50,000 Chiling Camp monks have yet to be appointed", the frown deepened.
"He hasn't been picked yet?"
Mo Xi shook his head: "He belongs to Mengze."
"… "
"Although Mengze is weak, Chi Ling's old army was once commanded by her, and this army is the elite of the first aristocracy. Although obedient, it is rebellious after all. Your Majesty is worried that if you change someone else to be the leader, you will be punished. Chiling's noble elites can't stand it, so what he means is that he hopes that Mengze can sit in the Chiling army without her really doing anything."
Gu Mang pursed his lips: "Do you think Your Majesty is really because of this?"
"What he did, I don't want to speculate." Mo Xi said, "I didn't go back to the house before I ordered the commander, I just wanted to ask you—if possible, would you be willing to take over Chika instead of Mengze? Ling's old department, go with me to the front line."
Gu Mang was stunned for a moment: "You want me to... take over the old Chi Ling Department?"
"Yes. Would you like to?"
From Gu Mang's face, he could clearly see the changes in his emotions. Before Gu Mang could react at all, he was "being able to return to his own country and fight side by side with his fellow countrymen". This kind of accident rushed to the blood, and he was stunned and delighted.
But gradually, the intense crimson on his face faded a little, and the light in his eyes dimmed a little.
Gu Mang said slowly, "Mo Xi. I really want to go to the front line with you. Even if you don't tell me when you come back today, I will do it when I know it."
Mo Xi couldn't help but smile bitterly: "I understand. I don't actually want you to go to the front line, but I think if I really stop you, you will not be happy and will only blame me. So the proposal to let you go together is between me and me. Your Majesty said."
Gu Mang was stunned for a moment, then lowered his eyes: "Thank you."
Mo Xi raised his hand and rubbed his hair. His hand strength was always a bit strong. Gu Mang's ball-shaped bun was loose and tied up. When he rubbed his hair, a few strands of hair fell down and fell darkly on his cheeks. side. Mo Xi said, "It's good for you to go, at least I can see you all the time. Then if you want, I'll go to the king—"
Gu Mang interrupted him: "I want to go to the battlefield. But I don't want to lead the people from Chiling Camp."
Mo Xi: "..."
Gu Mang said, "I can't be the leader anymore."
"Think about it, Chiling Camp is all monks from relatives and nobles. They have fought against Liao Kingdom for so many years. They hate me to the core. If they are willing to listen to my military orders, it is a fantasy."
"...I understand what you mean. If you are worried about this, then you don't have to worry." Mo Xi said, "If you put on the veil, Your Majesty will tell Chilingying that you are a prominent noble in the royal family, but because For some reasons, it is not appropriate to disclose the specific identity for the time being. With this exhortation from the king, and the coach is me again, no matter how much they guess, they will not do anything rash."
Under Mo Xi's deep brows, those dark phoenix eyes looked at him, those eyes were gentle, there was no coercion, no persuasion, only endless tolerance, like a sea drenched in the starry night.
"As long as you are willing to."
"But if you don't want to, or you just want to be a soldier and be by my side, that's up to you."
How could Gu Mang be unwilling? How could he not know Mo Xi's painstaking efforts.
Leading the Chiling Camp to an outstanding victory, and if there is a chance in the future to reveal the identity of his spy to the world, this is also one of the merits that must not be underestimated.
Wanting to take the position of commander-in-chief of the Chiling Camp, Mo Xi and Your Majesty had a hard time begging for it. Your Majesty chose Murong Mengze as his Deputy Commander. Obviously, he had his own selfish interests. A chip won.
Gu Mang was silent for a while, then said, "...let Mengze go."
Although he was somewhat prepared, when he heard that Gu Mang had really given up, Mo Xi's eyes were still slightly sad.
-It's like Gu Mang can see through Mo Xi's sacrifices, the dangerous moves, and the boundaries of the emperor that he violated.
How could Mo Xi not see that his senior brother's giving up was also for him
"Gu Mang..."
Gu Mang covered his wide dark blue sleeves and explained, "It's not suitable for me to be the commander of this Chiling Battalion after all, all eyes are on me, I'm not sure who will find out. When my identity is exposed, it will inevitably lead to civil unrest of Sergeant Zhonghua."
"And my memory has been slowly disappearing, and I don't know what I will be like next. If I become this general, it will not work without a clear head."
"… "
"I know what you're thinking." Gu Mang looked at Mo Xi's darkened expression, stepped forward and held Mo Xi's cool face, a soft smile spread across his eyes, "But I just want to do something for Chonghua. I want to fight side by side with you, and I want to be by your side.”
After a pause, he slightly stood on tiptoe, pressed against Mo Xi's forehead, slipped his hand down, and intertwined his fingers.
"This time, let me be a squire by your side."
Mo Xi lowered his eyes and said, "The position you should have is not this..."
"This is where I want to be."
Mo Xi: "..."
"Good." Gu Mang rubbed his forehead, "I'm already very happy to have the day to join you again for Chonghua's apprenticeship."
"With you. With the North Army. Anything is fine."
"Mo Xi, we can fight shoulder to shoulder again."
—
Chonghua Calendar is June 17th.
summer.
Two years after the end of the war, Liao Kingdom tore up the contract and raised troops to attack Shituo Pass. Due to the delay of Chonghua's deployment of troops, after the Liao Army defeated the lion and camel danger, the lightning whale swallowed the three cities of Fengcheng, Dicheng, and Daze, and took back the important places where Shen Tang sealed the blood beasts.
When the news of Daze breaking the city came, the king finally woke up from his deep sleep. In order to quickly recover the city, on the day of the court meeting, the king immediately ordered troops and prepared closely for the battle.
Hunting the gang wind blowing the bright red battle flag, he pointed to the side of the parapet, and the king stood with his hands behind his back.
On his left was Mo Xi in black and gold, and on his right was Murong Lian in a sapphire blue robe.
The scorching sun shone high, and the king's gaze swept across the three armies below Zhou Yan, inch by inch. Gu Mang also covered his face with a veil and stood among them. When Jun Shang's eyes fell on him, he paused for a moment, then nodded slightly, and greeted his Gu Shuai in this way.
The commander of the Northern Territory Army and the commander of the Pegasus Battalion have all been settled. Junshang coiled the dzi bead on his wrist, and then used the amplification technique to transmit his voice to the entire school field: "Murong Mengze, get out of the queue."
"Yes, Your Majesty."
Meng Ze walked out from the side of the military formation.
She has a soft appearance and a weak body, but her demeanor is very straight. Especially when she tied up her hair and wore a self-cultivating royal robe of the royal family, she looked even more dignified, and no one could see that she was a sick person with a broken spiritual core.
Jun Shangdao: "The post of head coach of Chiling Camp is granted to you today. I hope you and Wang Shujun will work together to help Xi and Jun Bei's expedition to Daze and regain lost ground."
As soon as these words came out, a vague commotion in the army began to circulate.
Murong Mengze lowered his head and said, "As ordered."
She took the Jin Lingjian from the herald, stepped on the steps covered with the scarlet felt carpet, walked to the commanding station, and stood beside the coach Mo Xi according to the rules.
Dian Jiang was solemn and solemn, and there was no casual chatter, but when Meng Ze stood in the position of Chi Ling's coach, many honorable people showed disbelief and dissatisfaction. They didn't say a word, and it was self-evident as soon as their eyebrows met.
There are many people available for Chonghua, why did Murong Mengze pick up this golden arrow
Could it be that the king is selfish
Could it be that you want Mengze and Xi Hejun to fight side by side and communicate with each other
Could it be that he is deliberately alienating his foreign relatives...
All kinds of thoughts seemed to materialize, and the undercurrent was turbulent at the quiet and silent point.
As Gu Mang, who had the deepest contact with Your Majesty, knew the deep meaning of this: this battle was of great importance, and the most elite troops had been dispatched, which could almost be regarded as a sure-fire battle. Before that, various nobles and nobles shied the blame, so that the city fell and the border fell, which was really a misfortune for the country.
At that time, Murong Mengze, who was in charge of the battle, was clearly entrusted by the king, but was questioned because of her female status. On the face of it, it was those noble and noble old people who were not convinced of the women's power, but if you dig deeper, it was these old aristocrats who had Danshu iron coupons and ancestral fiefdoms who didn't take the emperor seriously. That's why I dare to take advantage of such a hole.
The collateral nobles are already so arrogant and arrogant. If the emperor grants the position of Chi Ling's head coach to any of them, wouldn't he raise his hand and slap his face
Only with Murong Mengze can he let out such a bad breath. Can only warn them silently and intimidatingly: Chonghua is alone, whether it is a woman or a slave, and whoever is alone, you can't stop it.
Under the bright blue sky, Jun Shang said: "A total of 200,000 cultivators have been allocated for this battle, and the army will suppress Daze.
The drums of war blared, and a uniform response to the order erupted on the school grounds immediately. Chonghua's cultivator drank the oath before the expedition as usual, and his voice broke through Jiuxiao, and the sound stopped Xingyun.
"Abide by your order! Don't break it, don't pay it back!"
"Follow your orders!"
"No break, no return!"
Gu Mang hid in the crowd, like the most insignificant little person, he looked at the monks who were shouting left and right, and listened to the shouts of swallowing mountains and rivers. After hesitating for a while, he also tried to follow them carefully, uttering the oaths that had been engraved in his mind and now almost unfamiliar.
Gu Mang said softly, "Same robe with your son, if you don't break it, you won't return it..."
He mounted an ordinary jujube red warhorse, and the pheasant swayed with the wind.
The city gates opened wide, and the army marched north.
At that moment, he returned to his old friend, his comrade, and his northern army, as a small soldier.
Everything seems to have returned to the starting point of the sunshine.
Gu Mang turned his face to the side, and saw Lu Zhanxing, who was also young, beside him, Mo Xi, who was still young, and those 70,000 brothers who had passed away. They were so young and he was so broken and old.
"No break, no return!"
With deafening shouts and shouts, the army marched from the school grounds to the official road. Perhaps the sunlight at this moment was too blazing, piercing Gu Mang's eyes through his eyelashes, and he was so sour that he wanted to cry.
This year, he finally set off again.
Like his spirited twenties.