After the lingering, their hearts were pounding, and the surrounding temperature was terribly hot. Everything seems to have nothing to do with them, time, hatred, sin, dawn, at this moment, they are like two young people who loved each other more than ten years ago, and they want to be entangled with their loved ones.
When he climaxed again, Gu Mang put his arms around Mo Xi's neck and cried unbearably.
Mo Xi heard Gu Mang calling his name, his junior brother, his princess, and his brother. All the identities and relationships they once had in their lives, as long as they were good, Gu Mang murmured and granted him in this intense lingering.
It seems that all the sincere words they have been in love for 14 years are to be made up here.
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"Hey, did you hear it at noon today?"
In the evening, the garrison commanders all went to the main tent for a meeting, and a few small monks who were idle gathered together and whispered.
"Are you trying to say that... that kind of sound came from Mo Shuai's tent?"
"Yeah! So you heard it too? I thought something was wrong with my ears!"
"But I'm not sure... No one dared to get too close to Mo Shuai's tent, maybe something else happened. After all, that's Mo Shuai." The little cultivator licked his lips embarrassedly, "Let's follow Mo Shuai to the north and south. After all these years, we should know what kind of temper he is. He won't mess with any girl in the barracks."
Everyone thought he was right.
But after a while, someone whispered: "That's right, but don't forget, isn't Princess Mengze already on the front line?"
When he mentioned this point, several people immediately became enlightened, all showing the look of sudden realization.
"I see!"
"But have they both grown to this point in private?"
"Probably not..."
"Why not! I heard Xiaohua from the camp next door long ago that he ran into Mo Shuai and Princess Mengze rendezvous in the alley during the Dragon Boat Festival! For the convenience of traveling, Princess Mengze dressed up in men's clothing and brought a But they happened to be seen by Xiaohua when they were kissing, Mo Shuai was very cautious, and immediately blocked the face for Princess Mengze! The wife who protects her, tsk tsk tsk, that's nothing to say."
Every time he said a paragraph, everyone would wow in surprise.
For a while, almost all the monks who joined in the fun believed that Princess Mengze must have gone to Mo Xi's military tent at noon, and slept with Mo Xi.
"Then let's talk about an hour, right? Stepfather is really capable."
"Princess, her body is so weak, she can't stand it."
What's more, I was so bored that I started to worry: "They are already like this, does your Majesty know? I wondered if it was wrong for our stepfather to do this, and the rice was cooked before we married him. What a bad meal."
"Do you think the princess will get pregnant unexpectedly..."
Inside the main tent, Gu Mang, who had put on the gold veil again, stood by the wall and couldn't help but sneezed lowly, "Ah Chiu!"
In the tent, they were discussing how to fight the next battle. There were many people gathered. As an inconspicuous little attendant standing in the corner, Gu Mang was not very conspicuous. But when he finished sneezing and raised his eyes, he saw Mo Xi, who was standing beside the sand table with his arms folded, was looking at him from a distance.
Gu Mang looked at him, his face was a little hot, and his heart was even hotter.
There were so many people in the room, Murong Lian was biting his cigarette holder and talking about his views in front of the sand table. Princess Mengze, dressed in a black-gold uniform and wearing a blond tie, was listening attentively. Clustered on the edge of the sand table drawings, there are also entourages brought by various leaders.
Mo Xi, who was separated by so many people, gave him a special look because he sneezed.
Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Gu Mang felt a little unstoppable. He wanted to meet Mo Xi, but he was afraid of being seen by others - but he couldn't struggle for too long, Murong Lian's deduction was quickly rejected by Meng Ze, Meng Ze only used two points The deployment of the army destroyed Murong Lian's offensive line.
Murong Lian bit the cigarette holder, squinted at the situation on the sand table, and finally spit out a few words: "The most poisonous woman's heart, obey."
Mengze didn't care about him, but smiled apologetically at him: "Brother Lian, I'm so sorry."
Murong Lian snorted.
The next turn was the ink extinguished.
Mo Xi took his eyes away from Gu Mang, walked directly to the sand table, looked at the game Murong Lian left behind, lowered his head and pondered for a moment, and readjusted a few military flags representing combat power, and then began his attack explanation. .
Speaking of which, this was the first time Gu Mang saw Mo Xi as the head coach strategizing.
In the year of his "treason", Mo Xi was still too young. Although he had the experience of leading troops alone, it was not a particularly big battle. After he left, Mo Xi also grew up, but he had been his old enemy for so many years.
"The left line is prepared by the monks of Chiling Camp who will open a healing formation. In the place where I marked the blue flag, there will be 200 medicinal cultivators to respond." Mo Xi lowered his long eyelashes and took off what Murong Lian had inserted before. The two blue flags on Nanfeng were changed to the lakeside on the outskirts of the city. "The Northern Army has allocated 3,000 to cooperate with these medicine repairers to open the Xuanwu Formation and the Demon Repelling Formation."
Gu Mang leaned against the wall, farthest from Mo Xi, quietly watching this man become the focus of the whole room, listening to him carefully and carefully laying out the overall battle situation.
He used to stand in that position, but now Mo Xi replaced him and became the backbone and core of the Northern Army. Gu Mang felt that there was no better arrangement than this.
I just vaguely feel that my memory has been dissipating faster and faster recently, and I don't know how long I can stare at him soberly.
"Hey, you, yes, it's you." Suddenly someone entered the tent and whispered to him.
Gu Mang was startled: "Are you looking for me? What's the matter?"
"Are you Xi He-jun's bodyguard? The escort officer who supplied the magic weapon and spell in the imperial capital is here. Please go and clear the supplies first."
Gu Mang turned to look at Mo Xi, but because Mo Xi spoke carefully and his tactics were very bizarre, many people who had been standing around casually before gathered around the sand table. From Gu Mang's point of view, he could no longer see the full face of his junior brother Mo, and could only vaguely get a glimpse of Mo Xi's silhouette from the gap in the crowd.
Gu Mang felt a little melancholy because of this, but also a little comfort.
In fact, he had long known that this would be the case. When he saw Mo Xi sitting under the school tree and reading the scrolls earnestly, he knew that Mo Xi would one day become the character in the center of the ten thousand people.
His pearl is exuding brilliance, so good.
Gu Mang responded to the little cultivator's request, turned around and quietly walked out of the tent - the former Northland Army commander is now so inconspicuous, and walked out so quietly, no one would notice or find out.
Mo Xi has always been very focused when he deduced the marching route, and when he finished speaking, the sky was completely dark. However, the layout is very delicate, and everyone doesn't feel boring, but many people feel cold in their vests and sweaty shirts because of his ring design. After he finished talking about the entire siege battle, several team leaders breathed a sigh of relief.
"terrible… "
"Stepfather really dares to think about it..."
When the military meeting dispersed, those people gathered in one place and whispered while walking towards their tents.
When Mo Xi was speaking, he was fully absorbed and did not feel tired. After he had finished speaking, he sat down and finally felt a surge of tiredness. He raised his hand to support his forehead and slowly rubbed his eyebrows.
The people who were in charge of the tent were gradually leaving. Although these people felt that they were impeccable, and there was no one present who could break his style of play, Mo Xi still felt that he could reduce his losses, so he still sat in front of the sand table. I plan to rest for a while and then deduce it myself.
He was rubbing his brow bone to soothe his body when he heard the sound of pouring tea not far away. After a while, a cup of warm tea was handed to him.
At this time, people were already astigmatized, and Mo Xi naturally thought that the only person who could stay here and accompany him silently was Gu Mang, he closed his tired eyes and said, "I'm sorry, I've been busy just now, I don't care. See you. What tea?"
"Lingshan Miaoyu."
Mo Xi opened his eyes abruptly, and raised his head slightly discolored.
"Meng Ze..."
Murong Mengze smiled softly: "I naturally know that you have been explaining the sand table to them just now, and I looked at it very attentively, so why would I be angry because you didn't take a look at me."
This misunderstanding is a bit big, but Mo Xi is not easy to explain, otherwise what would he say? Said the person I wanted to see was not you, but the valet beside me? This simply pushed Gu Mang to the forefront.
Seeing Mengze's eyes twitching, it seemed that because of his too soft words just now, there was a little bit of hope. Mo Xi was silent for a moment, then said, "It's getting late, and tomorrow we have to attack the city for the second time. You should go back and rest first."
"But I want to be with you."
Seeing Mo Xi was about to speak again, Mengze immediately stopped him and said, "I know what you want to say, and you want me to cherish my reputation, not to follow you all the time, or else I want to say that you don't treat me well. Let me not misunderstand any children's private affairs."
Mo Xi: "..."
Mengze lowered his long neck, and although he still did not lose his demeanor, his expression was a little sad: "You have said these words to me for many years, and you can recite them by heart. I also know very well that you treat me well. There is only gratitude, and no other friendship. I am not begging for other friendships—but you can let me take a look at you and accompany you, isn't it okay?"
Mo Xi said, "If you keep looking at me and stay with me, you won't be able to see other people you should really look at."
Mengze raised his eyes, and there was a moist luster in his eyes: "You don't have to worry about me, who Mengze looks at in this life and who he accompanies is all up to Mengze to choose, no matter what the outcome is, there is no regret. I beg that person to look back at me... I just want to know, big brother, do you already have someone else in your heart now?"
Mo Xi didn't expect her to ask such words directly. He was silent for a while, put down the untouched tea cup, raised his head and said to her, "It's always been there."
Hearing these four words, Mengze was not too surprised, but he still trembled, and after a long while his face was pale, he forced a smile and said, "... Also... when you rejected me... just tell me... Yes, say you won't like me. It's just me, I..." She couldn't go on, her voice trembled slightly.
She didn't go on, and Mo Xi could also know what she meant.
He has long expressed his intentions to her, saying that he has no place for others in his heart. But where did Mengze believe in the past? It will only be regarded as a way for him to reject her.
After all, he has never had an overly intimate intersection with any girl, and he couldn't say by name that the person he gave all his love to was Gu Mang, so no one thought that Mo Xi's "heart belongs" was real.
Until recently, the traces of ambiguity became more and more hidden, and many details surfaced, and Mo Xi's words finally became convincing.
Mengze held the edge of the table, and after a while, he forced a smile and said, "Which family's daughter, you... why did you hide it from everyone for so long... "
"It's not a thousand dollars."
Mengze's face turned paler: "Is it... a commoner?"
"… "
In this silence, Meng Ze's eyes swept away from Mo Xi's brisket. The hair crown that Mo Xi wore wrongly that day was naturally replaced long ago. Even this man didn't care about these small things so much that he never realized that he once wore a silk belt that obviously didn't belong to him.
Mengze said softly, "Brother, you are dear."
Mo Xi folded his hands in front of the table and looked up at her.
Mengze said sadly: "Do you think you can be with an ordinary girl? Don't mention it from afar, but if you are close, take a look at Shu Jun. Chonghua has so many lessons from the past, you... You grew up since childhood. In Wangcheng, you don't know..."
Mo Xi said, "Do you think Xianwangshu didn't know that?"
"Then you should also think about his fate!"
Mo Xi paused for a while and sighed: "Mengze, thank you for reminding me. But my affairs with him have nothing to do with anyone else. I will protect him well."
"… "
"Because I like him."
Meng Ze's eyes were full of water vapor. Mo Xi got up and then said to her, "I will also protect you."
Mengze asked with tears in her eyes, "Why?"
"Because I am grateful to you."
Meng Ze heard the words, closed his eyes and smiled sadly.
"I told you a long time ago that I owe you a life. If you need me, I will do everything I can for you."
"But only this heart." Mo Xi pursed his lips and said, "I can't afford it."
Meng Zefu raised his eyes again, and asked in a trembling voice, "...Aren't you going to change your mind again?"
As Jinzhiyuye, Mo Xi would not be clear when asked how much she had humiliated herself. But this is not a reversal of humiliation.
Mo Xi looked into her eyes and said, "I won't."
There was a little silence, and then, in this dead silence, Mengze let out a soft, mournful smile, she raised her head and choked up, "...Okay...Okay..."
She didn't force anything, or maybe she had said and done what she should have said and done over the years.
"Big Brother Mo..."
"I can't wait for you to be hypocritical. It's good to lie to me. But you don't even give me a dream."
"You really… really… "
She didn't know how to end the conversation that had been a complete failure for her. She wanted to show a smile to maintain the dignity that was broken, but tears almost filled her eyes. She opened her eyes wide, trying to hold back the tears.
Then she turned around, and slowly, almost staggeringly, left the large tent of the barracks.