Gu Mang hugged his head, dizzy in front of him.
cover up...
The surname is Lin…
Lin'an Chu Family…
These sporadic fragments pierced into his skull like sharp knives, swirling in the depths of his already chaotic mind, stimulating his memories related to them.
In a trance, he seemed to hear a soft and satin voice chanting in a low voice: "Red Begonia, Huang Begonia, how melodious the wind blows all the time. The little boy Xianghe is in the distance, making people worry about father and mother."
The singer vaguely has the local accent of Lin'an, a nursery rhyme from a water town in the south of the Yangtze River, coaxing the child who is about to fall asleep.
Red Begonia, Yellow Begonia…
Gu Mang took a painful step back, his cranial side throbbing in pain. On the one hand, there are fading memories, and on the other hand, memories are stimulated. The scattered past events are as hard to capture in his mind as the wind and snow, but a shadow suddenly pops up, making him more and more confused.
He seemed to see Aunt Lin wearing a robe and sitting by the window in the hut of Wangshu Mansion. She patted Gu Mang, who was sleeping on her knees, and sang softly: "How melodious the wind blows in the morning. . Childlike and in the distance... "
The younger self in memory squinted his eyes dazedly, smiled at her, and murmured dreamily, "Aunt Ni, you sing really well."
Aunt Lin's eyes were as soft as spring flakes, she stroked the child's hair: "If A Mang likes it, Aunt Lin will sing to you all the time."
"Aren't you tired then?"
The woman smiled: "No."
"Then you won't be thirsty?"
"Won't."
The child stared blankly, yawned, and curled up beside the woman like a small beast: "Aunt Ni, it would be great if you were my aunt."
The hands that were stroking him stopped abruptly, trembling slightly.
But at that time, Gu Mang didn't notice these details at all, and he didn't even look up to see Aunt Lin's complicated expression. He just shrank his body and moved to a more comfortable position beside her.
Outside the open Xiaoxuan window, finely broken petals fell like crispy with the spring rain, blowing into the house.
That light pink, like a good dream that will wake up at any time.
"Children are in harmony in the distance, making people worry about their father and mother..."
Gu Mang suddenly knelt down in the depths of the dream, his head was about to be split open by a dull giant axe, he hugged his head, fell on the ground and gasped.
He was like a dying fish, his convulsions getting worse and worse.
Murong Lian said—you should at least remember—
Remember what
I remember that Aunt Lin wasn't surnamed Lin, but Chu, and he was not a servant of Wangshu's residence, but the child of Murong Xuan and Miss Chu... Is that right
He couldn't help recalling the important things he had written on the scroll. And the sentence that he repeatedly mentioned above is: "Wangshu Mansion and you have the grace of life, the past is difficult to write, and the entanglement is difficult to express. I hope at least remember this, and don't embarrass Wangshu Jun."
So he knew the truth before he lost his memory, right
As if feeling the tremors of his strong mind, some memories that had already sunk into the abyss flashed to the shore like a dragon emerging from the water.
In the nursery rhyme of Haitang Feifei, he vaguely remembered what Aunt Lin had said to him before his death.
The sick woman clenched his hand tightly, her withered lips opened and closed, she said to him, "A Mang... Mrs. Zhao... Although Mrs. Zhao has this... this and that is not good... but she... But she is not like the legend of Chonghua all over the city, she is... ahem, a jealous woman... she... is different from her family... she has a good heart... but she is too stubborn, and many others treat her Misunderstanding... she doesn't want to explain..."
"But you can't misunderstand her... If it wasn't for her... A Mang, you wouldn't be in this world... "
"Did you know... She, she saved you and your aunt's life." A faint smile appeared on Aunt Lin's thin cheeks, "So please don't resent their mother and son, Madam Zhao and the young master, actually… "
When she said this, it was already very difficult to breathe, her pale lips were trembling, and her eyes were fixed on Gu Mang's face, as if to imprint him deeply into the depths of her soul.
She was as soft as a mosquito, but still with tears in her eyes, she insisted: "Actually... they... are also pitiful people... "
No way out, no way out.
A mother and son bound by blood and self-esteem.
Can it be better than where to go
"Aunt Mu! Aunt Mu!!" Xiao Gu Mang crouched beside the woman's couch, the woman's eyes were still open, and clear tears were streaming down her cheeks, but the brilliance inside had suddenly gone out. At that time, Gu Mang didn't know so much about life and death, but he understood ignorantly that this woman who would sing nursery rhymes to coax her would probably never come back.
He burst into tears because of this. He was so sad, sad for the first ever parting in his life, that he couldn't get to the bottom of what Auntie Lin said before her death.
It was not until a long time later that he realized that Aunt Lin, who could say these words, must know something related to his life experience.
At least Auntie Lin should know who his biological mother is.
But she never gave him the opportunity to ask questions.
Later, Gu Mang grew up.
Even though Murong Lian had always made things difficult for him and bullied him, he hardly ever held grudges and quarrels with him.
Maybe it's because Aunt Lin never asked him anything, and the only thing he asked him to do before his death was not to make trouble with Zhao's mother and son. Or maybe Aunt Lin never lied to him. She said that Mrs. Zhao was kind to him, so she would not be wrong.
He had always looked at them gratefully.
On the other hand, Gu Mang has also been investigating what his own background is. He gradually got some vague guesses from the small forbidden books in the market and from the gossip and rumors passed down by word of mouth.
Year after year, until one time, when he was cleaning up the long-covered bookstore in Wangshu Mansion, he found a box of correspondence between Murong Xuan and Miss Chu, and everything finally came to light. He finally realized clearly that he should be Murong Xuan's son, Murong Lian's half-brother.
At that time, both Aunt Lin and Mrs. Zhao were already in the grave.
Gu Mang didn't have any hard evidence to prove his bloodline. In fact, he already had his own dream at that time. He had lived in the dark for a long time, met Lu Zhanxing, and met a group of friends in the dust. He didn't want to shed a layer of blood and go ashore and stand in the group of nobles he should belong to.
He has been a slave for so many years, and he is well aware of the hardships involved, so he is more eager to lead the people in the cold cave to go against the wind, rather than be alone.
His only nostalgia for his true identity was when he faced a stack of sacrificial robes left by Murong Xuan during a year-end ceremony, he couldn't help but redden his eyes.
He stretched out his hand and gently stroked the blue-gold heroic silk belt.
Taking advantage of no one, he straightly bundled it in front of his forehead.
It was obviously something that belonged to him, but he could only wear it secretly like a thief once. Before he could take a closer look in the mirror, the door behind him slammed open.
Murong Lian rushed in angrily, his eyes flashing with anger and anger.
"You bitch! You dare to touch my father's relic? Take it off!!!"
pick up!
Murong Lian's order was severe and urgent, and even reached out to grab Gu Mang's heroic pendant: "This is something belonging to my Murong family, what are you?! You are also worthy of—"
At that time, Gu Mang didn't realize because of his sadness. At that moment, he rushed in and grabbed Murong Lian, who seemed to be in a hurry and panic.
He once thought that Murong Lian was bullying him, just because he was simply not pleasing to the eye.
It wasn't.
It's like he knew the truth that the two were brothers, but never exposed it. Murong Lian actually knew it long ago. Because of this, every bit of Gu Mang's progress felt like a hot slap in the face, and every success of Gu Mang felt like a great threat to his power.
"You are both the heirs of blood. If you don't study hard, Wang Shu's residence will be his sooner or later."
"How can you be inferior to a stinky boy born by the common people."
"Murong Lian, you should treat him as a sword hanging over your head. Think about it. If he finds out that he is also a member of the Murong family, how could he not take your power."
The two of them, one after the other, actually already knew the blood relationship with each other. However, one has always been vigilant with the other and speculated badly. One kept his mother's last words before her death, silently enduring and protecting.
until today.
Gu Mang suddenly woke up from the illusion, gasping for breath—
It was pitch black in front of him, he didn't know where he was, how long he had been in a coma, and now it was the night and he didn't want to know. He just moved his lips and raised his trembling hands to cover his eyelids.
All around is dead silence.
He was lying in this darkness, his consciousness was extremely confused. He rubbed his face vigorously, but his tentacles were wet.
He trembled slightly.
The blood that came out of Murong Lian's serious injury seemed to be still in his palm.
The meeting dispersed.
Your Majesty stood on the terrace behind the Jinluan Palace with his hands behind his back. Dragonflies fly low around the tender lotus in the flower pond, and there is already some smell of rainstorm in the wind.
"Your Majesty, the remnants of the blood beasts have already been put into the trial. So far, everything seems to be going well." Zhou He stood aside and said to Jun Shanghui, "However, there are frequent movements in the Liao Kingdom. I'm afraid they don't want to leave too much time for Chonghua to deal with it. You also said at the court meeting today that they have the possibility of committing large-scale military crimes at any time. I'm afraid I won't be able to develop what you need before the war breaks out. thing."
Junshang closed his eyes and said, "It's up to people to make things happen, and it's up to God to make things happen. The remnant of this bloody beast is not easy to come by, and it is already a blessing from God. You don't have to think too much about it, just do your best. ."
Zhou He agreed, but had no intention of withdrawing.
Junshang turned his face to the side: "What? Is there anything else?"
"Yes." Zhou He said, "The remnant soul of the blood beast is very weak, and its spiritual power cannot be fully exerted. My subordinates heard that the national teacher of the Liao Kingdom used a magic piano to gather energy for it, but there is no such tool on the jujutai. This matter After thinking about it, there is no solution for Shang Jia, so I want to boldly ask your lord for help."
"After all, do you want the same magic weapon that can nourish the spiritual power of blood beasts?"
Zhou He nodded.
Junshang frowned and said: "This is indeed a bit difficult. Originally, this matter could be entrusted to the people of the Yue family, but the old man Yue Juntian's health is getting worse and worse, not long ago, he took the Yuefu people to Lin'an. The old fief, I plan to recuperate in the Huntian Cave, and I won't be able to return for a while."
Zhou He asked, "What about Elder Qingxu?"
"He's not in the capital either. He said that he was related to the Yue family by blood, and his broken bones were still attached to the tendons. Although Yue Juntian refused to recognize him, but now the old man is sunset, Qingxu is a person who doesn't care, so he Follow me." Jun Shang said, "Chonghua's three master craftsmen, Yue Juntian, Jiang Yexue, and Murong Chuyi, are all in Lin'an at the moment."
"… "
"But the matter of blood beasts must be the most important thing." Jun Shang said, "I will repair a biography and send it to Yue Juntian today, so that when he is training in Lin'an, he will first find a way to develop the magic weapon, you don't want it. in a hurry."
"Yes."
Your Majesty wanted to say a few more words. At this time, the waiter approached and whispered: "Your Majesty, Xihe-Jun is waiting outside, saying that he wants to see you."
The king then said to Zhou He: "You go down first."
He said to the waiter again, "Let him come in."
Zhou He stepped back and met Mo Xi in the corridor.
It has been three days since the North Army returned from the victory in Daze. The strange things that happened on the front line during the three days were rumored. Even Zhou He, who did not like to hear things outside the window, heard about the war between the two armies. The national teacher of Shi Liao took Gu Mang to blackmail Mo Xi. Not to mention those who are either charming or unbearable speculation.
For a while, the city was full of wind and rain. Although no one dared to ask Mo Xi on the open face, almost every household and every mouth was secretly discussing the relationship between Mo Xi and Gu Mang.
In the past, for example, Murong Lian once said that Mo Xi would go to Luomei Bieyuan to visit Gu Mang, and Mo Xi once competed with Murong Lian for Gu Mang's belonging in the court hall, and so on.
At that time, what people thought was nothing, but now it is undercurrent and extremely ambiguous.
And Zhou He, as someone who had seen Mo Xi robbing the prisoner with his own eyes, naturally made more speculations than others. Therefore, when he saw Mo Xi in the porch, he sneered somewhat indifferently.
"Xi Hejun, are you here to intercede again for that good brother who is close to you?"
"… "
"It's not that easy this time. He is the number one suspect in the assassination of Jun Wang Shu."
Mo Xi didn't bother to pay any attention to him at all, with a cold and handsome face, he passed him by the wrong shoulder without blinking, and walked towards the terrace of the Golden Palace.
When he arrived, the emperor was sitting on the edge of the carved fence, breaking a dog's tail grass and teasing the red dragonfly circling above the pond.
"Your Majesty."
"Well. Here you are."
Mo Xi didn't detour and asked straight to the point, "How is Wangshu-Jun?"
"Meng Ze is in charge of taking care of him, and his condition is not very good. It has been so many days, and there is still no sign of waking up."
"… "
"But don't worry, Gu is a person who knows the inside story. In any case, he will not believe that Wang Shujun was assassinated by Gu Shuai. It's just that he is on the cusp of the storm now, and he always has to do what he looks like." The king paused. After a while, he continued, "The 'cell' where Gu is imprisoning him pending trial is said to be a prison cell, but Gu also showed you a long time ago, but it is actually a quiet room for his recuperation and rest. If you want to see him , and you don't have to communicate with loneliness, just go straight."
Mo Xi said, "That's what I came here for."
Jun Shang raised his eyebrows slightly: "What?"
Before Mo Xi came, he thought a lot. He wanted to tell the king that even if the royal family provided Gu Mang with the most comprehensive protection, he couldn't rest assured. He wanted to explain that he had experienced too many separations from Gu Mang in the first half of his life, and he did not want Gu Mang to leave his sight. He even wanted to share his relationship with Gu Mang directly with Jun Shang.
But at this time, he felt that any superfluous explanation was unnecessary. He almost had a very subtle feeling-he felt that Your Majesty already knew everything, and there was no need to say anything.
So Mo Xi said, "I still plan to take him back to Xihe Mansion in secret."
Your Majesty was silent for a moment, then sighed: "Xihe-Jun, holding him for interrogation is just an external statement, you know, since you returned to the city, Gugen has never treated him badly, the breath of black demons in him ran rampant, The memory is disordered to the point of collapse, and Gu has been trying his best to heal him."
"I know." Mo Xi said, "I've also been entangled in the military agency these days, leaving early and returning late. I know that I can't take care of him properly, and I rely on your superior to take care of my senior brother."
"You just understand..."
"But I'm done with everything at hand now. I still want to be with him in person."
"..." Your Majesty put away the dog's tail grass, and the dragonflies scattered around in shock, "Don't you trust Gu?"
"I just promised him that I would never leave him again."
Jun Shang sighed: "Xi He Jun, now the entire Chonghua is staring at him and at you... Those rumors outside don't know about you—" He didn't speak any further, paused, and said, "He stayed in It will be more comprehensive here alone."
But Mo Xi didn't mean to discuss anything, just looked at him silently and persistently.
After a long while, Jun Shang was defeated and had a headache: "...Okay, if you are really reluctant, you can take him back from the solitary treatment room, but you have to be careful in everything, never teach him It was noticed that he was still in your house."
Mo Xi clasped his fists and said, "Thank you, Your Excellency."
Just as he was about to turn around to pick him up, he suddenly saw a high-level dark guard from the palace swooping in.
The dark guard jumped from the ridge of the eaves, and fell to his knees, apparently seriously injured: "Sir, Your Majesty!"
Jun Shang was stunned: "What's wrong?"
"It's not good! In the direction of therapy and therapy rooms, there are... some experts broke in!!"