The blood fell drop by drop.
Murong Lian clutched his shoulders, his silk fabric was soon soaked, and scarlet seeped from his fingers. The color of the left and right changed, and he stammered: "Lord, Lord..."
No one expected that it would be Murong Lian who was injured in the end. Everyone in Wangshu Mansion was in a mess: "Get the medicine! Quickly get the Healing Spirit Powder!"
"Quick, quick! Tourniquet! Tourniquet!"
Murong Lian's face was ashen, she didn't know what was going on, just at the moment when the dagger was stabbed, a red lotus totem suddenly appeared on the side of Gu Mang's neck, and then a burst of spiritual current burst out around him, dozens of invisible The lightsaber rose in an instant, not only knocking his dagger off, but even repelling him several meters away!
Murong Lian was speechless for a moment, biting her lower lip, her face turning white and red. He paused for a while, the palm of his hand glowed with blue light, and he stopped the bleeding first, and then shouted in embarrassment and anger, "Gu Mang!!"
Gu Mang had already run to the back of the table while he was in the chaos. He was rubbing his bare feet. He was very alert and innocently bared. His eyes were fixed on Murong Lian, while those lightsabers were still floating up and down, throwing him round and round. Protect, protect the heart.
After a while of silence, in the crowd, a young master who had gone to Luomei Bieyuan to look for Gu Mang suddenly reacted and shouted, "Aiya! It turned out to be this formation!"
"What formation?" Murong Lian said angrily, "You know why don't you tell me soon?!"
"This formation... this formation's subordinates also didn't know about it by accident, it's a bit embarrassing to say..."
"Say!!"
"Looking back at Shu Jun, it's like this!" The young man saw Murong Lian's anger and quickly replied, "If this formation attacks him with a spell, or hit him with a high-level weapon, it won't trigger. If a high-grade summoning weapon, or punches and kicks hurt him and make him feel scared, a lot of lightsabers will burst out from his body. This is also..." He was a little embarrassed when he said this, and he said it hard. "This is also the reason why Gu Mang has been in Luomei Bieyuan for so long, and no one can really do anything to him..."
Murong Lian's anger was hard to dissipate, and she stared at Gu Mang across the table angrily, "What kind of stupid and ridiculous formation is this?!"
The young man shook his head: "Gu Mang used to be a magician. Back then, he didn't know how many spells he created by himself. Many of them were extremely boring. Except to make girls laugh, they had no meaning at all. This may be because of his earlier years. Created for fun."
When he said that, everyone else also remembered.
In the library of the Xiuzhen Academy, there are still some scrolls that Gu Mang had altered when he was a teenager. There are some messy little magic spells written on them. Any cold dish that quickly becomes hot can turn himself into a stick of incense in the morning light. A cat's, and conjuring up a fire that warms up in your arms in winter, and so on. Among them, the most widely circulated is a magic spell called "What the general said is right". It is said that Gu Mang always loved to escape from those long and boring military meetings in the early years of the army. The magic method can turn a piece of wood into its own appearance, sit in the same place and listen to the general's nonsense, and then run away, I don't know where to go to be happy...
"If you think about it, it's really possible."
"That's right, it's ridiculous to guard against fists and kicks without guarding against spells. At first glance, it's not a serious guard formation."
"Gu Mang just likes to mess around. But he really hit him right. This kind of silly little magic actually protected him." Someone laughed, "Otherwise, he would have been killed on the bed long ago. Well. After all, there are probably a lot of people who want to sleep with him in Chonghua, but unfortunately no one has been able to break this formation."
Yue Chenqing listened to it, scratched her head and muttered, "Damn, what kind of formation is this? The Flower Formation of the High Mountains?"
"Come on, Gu Mang's Flower of Gaoling?" Another young master laughed, lowered his voice and joked with Yue Chenqing, "It's just a couplet."
"The flower of Gu Mang's high mountains." Yue Chenqing asked with interest, "What is the second link?"
"Mo Shuai is flirtatious."
Yue Chenqing clapped her legs and laughed: "Hahahaha, although it's not at all antagonistic, but—"
"What are you laughing at!" Suddenly interrupted by Murong Lian, Murong Lian said angrily, "No rules, no rules, be careful I'll give your father some shoes!"
"I don't! How dare I." Yue Chenqing hurriedly said, "By the way, as long as I hope Shu Jun can be happy, let alone my father's shoes, it doesn't matter if I wear my father's or daughter's shoes!"
Murong Lian glared at him, thinking that today's banquet would not be majestic, but instead had a scar and brushed a respectful face, she was embarrassed, so she turned her head and said bitterly, "Aren't you coming soon?!"
"Follow the Lord's command!"
Murong Lian flicked his sleeves and nodded at Gu Mang: "Take this stupid pig. I don't want to see him again. In addition, send me some smart and sensible people from Luomei Bieyuan. As for punishment—"
Grinding his teeth, he caught a glimpse of Mo Xi's face from the corner of his eye.
For some reason, Mo Xi looked a little weird after seeing the formation, and even glanced at the side of Gu Mang's neck several times.
"Mo Shuai... You have nothing to say?"
"..." Mo Xi regained his senses, took his eyes away from Gu Mang, folded his arms in his arms, and said coldly, "Wang Shujun didn't intend for the beauty of an adult to give Gu Mang love to me."
Murong Lian was stunned for a moment, and then she said shamelessly, "Just talk about it, Your Majesty ordered me to deal with him, how can I change hands at will?"
Mo Xi originally knew that he was a man who couldn't speak, and that a gentleman who made a promise to a horse would be hard to catch up, which was a fart to Murong Lian. What's more, this matter was originally a ridiculous child's play. If the emperor's will is not taken back by himself, no one can change it without authorization.
So he raised his eyes to meet Murong Lian's aggressive gaze, and said, "That's it, those who look to Shu Jun can do it by himself, so why ask me."
"Since you said that." Murong Lian sneered, turned her head and ordered, "Take it down, reward him with eighty whips, and deduct his food for a month." After a pause, he added sullenly.
"Starving to death is self-inflicted."
"… "
Gu Mang was escorted down, and the servants from Wangshu's residence came over to clean up the messy cases, rearranged a few new dishes, and reopened the evening banquet.
In the midst of the discussion and sigh, only Mo Xi did not speak. When the crowd around him rose again, he raised his eyes again and looked at the place where Gu Mang was taken down with complicated eyes, his fingers slowly pinching in the dark place where no one could see. tight.
Mo Xi didn't like drinking alcohol, and even more hated hangovers.
But after returning from Wangshu Mansion that day, he sat in the empty courtyard of his home, opened a jar of old wine, and sipped one at a time, drinking alone until the bottom was reached. He looked at Wu Hook in the sky, Yun Kai Xue Ji, and suddenly he asked the housekeeper who was standing beside him: "Li Wei. How many years have you been with me?"
"Go back to the Lord, seven years."
Mo Xi murmured, "Seven years..."
Seven years ago, when he pursued Gu Mang who had surrendered to the enemy, he went deep into the enemy camp, and was stabbed in the chest by Gu Mang, his life hanging by a thread. He was lying in a coma in bed, and it was at that time that Li Wei came to Xihe Mansion to take care of him under the order of the emperor.
It had been so long.
Mo Xi thought unwillingly, so, what is the reason why he can't let go, and why can't he forget it
If you drink too much, you will be a little drunk. He didn't want to lose his mind, so when Li Wei wanted to pour it for him again, he shook his head and said there was no need. Li Wei agreed—beautiful beauty is not messy at the moment, wine is not drunk at the moment, and there are not many people who can really put it in and out in front of desire, Mo Xi is one of them.
"What do you think about Gu Mang and I?" Mo Xi suddenly asked.
Li Wei was stunned for a moment, then hesitantly said, "...No...too good match?"
"...What do you say about the two men? I think you've been drinking too much." Mo Xi glared at him, "Tell me again."
Only then did Li Wei react and said with a smile, "Oh, is your relationship between the two of you? Everyone knows it's not good."
"How was it before then?"
"Before..." Li Wei pondered for a while, "I didn't have the fortune to serve the Lord before, but I heard that the Lord and Gu Shuai are senior brothers in the school, and they are also the same robe in the army, the two leaders of the empire, and others. It's just... Sigh, I don't know, I can't think of anything else. Some people say that you and Gu Shuai were very familiar at that time, and some people say that Gu Shuai is sunny and warm with everyone, so maybe they are not that familiar with you, almost that's it."
Mo Xi nodded without comment.
Brothers and sisters, fellow soldiers in the army, two generals of the kingdom.
This is most people's impression of the relationship between Mo Xi and Gu Mang, and there seems to be nothing wrong with it.
Li Wei asked curiously, "What is it actually like?"
"Me and him?" Mo Xi actually smiled lightly, with long eyelashes hanging down, there was something bitter hidden in the smile mark, "It's hard to say, it's hard to say."
After a pause, he said slowly, "It shouldn't be said."
No one in Chonghua would believe that Gu Mang was to Mo Xi who was once what a clear spring was to a traveler who was dying of thirst.
Before meeting Gu Mang, Mo Xi was ambitious, responsible, firm-willed, and fearless of hardships, but in his heart he was more of hatred.
When he was young, he used to treat everyone so sincerely, but what did he get? The father died in battle, the mother betrayed, and the uncle was in trouble. The servants winked at each other and called him the young master, but they were all doing things for the uncle. He looked around, but there was no one he could trust.
At that time, he didn't understand why he had done so badly that he was treated so harshly by fate.
It was at that time that he met Gu Mang.
At that time, Gu Mang was so kind and upright, even if he was just a slave with a humble status, he never resented anything, never accused him of anything. When Mo Xi started to fight demons with him, He had a bad temper and often bumped into him, but Gu Mang smiled and tolerated—he was always sympathetic to other people's difficulties, even though he had lived so hard himself.
He was always trying to breathe every ounce of kindness in his life, and then desperately opened a little flower.
For pretending to be Murong Lian to buy medicine, he knew that he would be punished and even lose his right to practice in the Academy, but he still insisted on doing it. After the incident, he knelt on the confession platform of the academy, Gu Mang didn't defend anything, he just said that he was having fun.
But how could a slave sacrifice his hard-earned opportunity for fun
Apparently because he saw with his own eyes that the villagers were plagued by miasma all year round and suffered from illness.
He felt unbearable.
But he was so humble, so humble that he would be ruthlessly ridiculed if he whispered "I just want to save people" even with the lowest posture and the softest voice. Even if he digs out his hot chest so that they can see his heart that is about to die, they will only laugh at his blood, doubt his kindness, ridicule his self-control, and laugh at his trembling sincerity.
He knows it all.
So he doesn't argue.
People say that being able to help the whole world, and being poor is to be alone. He himself is in this situation, a little slave in Wangshu Mansion. He doesn't worry about what he should eat next meal or how to please the Lord, but he chooses this. The burden of rescuing the wounded - such a harlequin who is over his own strength.
But it was his self-awareness in those days, his fiery sincerity that was oozing blood, and pulled Mo Xi, who was already completely disappointed by human nature, to the right path.
"My lord." Li Wei persuaded him by his side, "It's dark at night, you should go and rest."
Mo Xi didn't answer immediately. His hand was still in front of his eyebrows, covering his eyes. Hearing the butler's voice, he turned his face slightly, his fingers trembled slightly, as if he was wiping something. After a while, he said in a low voice, "Li Wei."
"exist."
"... You said." He pondered, "Gu Mang... Is it possible that he never lost his memory at all? Is he pretending?"
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"The Differential Treatment of Xiaoyueyue"
Murong Lian: Laugh p, lol! Lao Tzu assists and gets injured! Don't do it! What are you laughing at Yue Chenqing! Laugh again and put on your dad's shoes!
Yue Chenqing: As long as Big Brother Murong is happy, I can wear shoes for my father and daughter!
Yue Juntian: Shuzi is not filial! !
Murong Lian: Okay, shameless enough, what if I wear your brother's shoes
Yue Chenqing: As long as Big Brother Murong is happy, you can wear my brother's children's shoes!
Jiang Yexue: ... You are finally willing to call me brother
Murong Lian: Come on! What if Lao Tzu gave your fourth uncle children's shoes? !
Yue Chenqing: As long as Big Brother Murong is happy - wait? What? ! Do you want to wear my fourth uncle's children's shoes? no! ! ! You are not allowed to approach my fourth uncle! ! ! !
Mysterious Fourth Uncle: …
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