Li Wei was stunned for a moment: "What?"
Mo Xi still didn't raise his eyes, his deep eyebrows and eyes were all in the shadow of his hands, and his voice was low and nasal: "Maybe he still remembers some things, his mind is not completely damaged at all. He pretended."
"How is this possible?" Li Wei's eyes widened, "Gu Mang's illness was diagnosed by Shennongtai, and Chonghua's best doctor Jiang also came to diagnose him. His spiritual core was broken and two souls were lost. , he's out of his mind, he thinks he's a wolf—"
"Have you ever seen a wolf who would rather hurt himself than hurt someone?!"
Li Wei was stunned.
Is it his delusion? Xi Hejun's eyes turned a little red.
"Lord, why did the Lord say this..."
Mo Xi closed his eyes, his anger was not directed at Li Wei, he just really didn't want to hear words like "Gu Mang doesn't remember anything" anymore.
"Wangshu Mansion. Murong Lian gave him two choices, whether to break my arm or smear his own face." Mo Xi turned his head, looked at the shadow of the tree, and murmured after a while, "After he chooses By."
Li Wei: "…"
"You tell me, what wolf would make such a choice."
Li Wei thought, tell you? What am I telling you! Look at your violent temper, I want to say that Gu Mang probably didn't understand Wang Shujun's question at all, so you shouldn't jump up and kick me to death? ?
From the day of the fight, Mo Xi was a little stunned.
Although Li Wei later took advantage of his good mood, he euphemistically expressed to him something like, "Gu Mang's brain is really bad now, he can't understand many words, and communicating with him is like a three-year-old child, sometimes A sentence has to be repeated several times." But Mo Xi couldn't let go of this faint hope.
In the end, Li Wei had no choice, and said, "Then Lord, why don't you go and ask Shennongtai for verification?"
"… "
There were many Murong Lian people in Shennongtai, but Mo Xi didn't want to go.
Li Wei offered another suggestion: "Then go to the Imperial Pharmacy and ask Pharmacist Jiang."
Jiang Yaoshi was a cold and mean character, and Mo Xi didn't have a good impression of him. But in the end, he couldn't stand the torment in his heart and went to visit. Outside the splendid and luxurious Yaowang's mansion, the boy said with sincerity, "Xihe-Jun, my shopkeeper Jiang went out to collect herbs."
"Then when will he come back?"
"The time of the shopkeeper's departure is uncertain, or three or five days, or three or five months."
"Did he say where he went?"
"The shopkeeper collects medicine and travels all over the world."
Mo Xi was speechless. Seeing the little boy shaking his head in answer, he could only nod his head and head back home.
Perhaps it was because of his obsession, thinking about Gu Mang all day long. That night, after Mo Xi fell asleep, he had a dream.
In the dream, he vaguely returned to many years ago, he finally understood what was on his mind, and he couldn't wait for the day when he wanted to confess.
It was a silent night, and it was the border outside the Great Wall.
He was very young, only in his twenties. At that time, he was not the powerful Xi Hejun, and Gu Mang still had no reputation under the name of Murong Lian.
They fought fiercely with the Liao Kingdom, and many people died. Mo Xi saw a blood-stained love letter from the wild geese when he was packing up the relics of his comrades.
Mo Xi's family was unfortunate, and since childhood, all he saw was intrigue, betrayal and use.
It was the first time he saw hot, true love.
The monk who died in battle was a rough man, who usually didn’t even like to read books, but he wrote such a long letter word by word in the smoke of the flames. The letter did not talk about the suffering of the war, nor about the merits and careers, but only Talk about a mole on the tip of the girl's brow, a clump of new seedlings planted in the courtyard.
When the flowers are blooming next year, Xiaoyan sings my flute.
—Poems that are clumsy, not even neat, but gentle enough to drip.
It was written by such a rude man.
When he wrote it, he really saw the scene of playing and singing with the girl named Xiaoyan in front of the flowers he planted after his triumph in the coming year.
In the end, only this blood-stained letter remained.
Mo Xi couldn't express what his heart felt at that time. He sat on the edge of the couch for a long time, holding the letter in his hand.
When the flowers are blooming next year, Xiaoyan sings my flute.
If he is the one who died today, is there anyone he can't let go of
He quickly thought of a familiar figure. But he didn't take it seriously, and it wasn't until a long time later that he suddenly reacted - he was stunned for a moment, his vest was sweating coldly - a fire suddenly ignited in his chest, and everything was clearly seen. But it also seemed that that cluster of fire had been silently illuminating him deep in his heart, licking him, and tormenting him.
It's just that he hadn't discovered it before and didn't understand what his suppressed feelings were.
He sat there blankly, but the wildfire in his heart was burning hotter and hotter, something collapsed, and something rose up again.
Outside the camp, there were monks with dead brothers weeping, and the faint sound of Xun and the silent wind.
He clutched the tissue paper in his hand. Who will die tomorrow
Tomorrow whose heart will be blood stained again.
Suddenly he could no longer restrain the impulse in his heart, he slammed the curtain and bumped into Yaoxiu who came in to heal him. The Yaoxiu was taken aback: "Mr. Mo?"
Mo Xi didn't answer, he strode out of the tent, his steps were getting faster and faster, he put the blood-stained letter in the front of his robe, and he would take it back to the "Xiao Yan" mentioned in the letter, but He was in a hurry to find someone now, and he suddenly became so anxious, as if if he didn't say it, he would never have a chance to speak again tomorrow, and death was imminent.
"Young Master Mo! Young Master Mo!"
The healing monk in white robes and broad sleeves chased out of the camp and shouted to him, "Young Master Mo, the sore on your arm—"
But he ignored it, and didn't want to worry about the little insignificant injury. He ran out of the camp alone, summoned a spirit horse, and rode forward.
Hu Fengshuoxue came towards him, and behind him was a flock of pigeons in the garrison camp, and the shrill voice was thrown farther and farther by him. There was blood in his heart, and he wanted to find Gu Mangqing who was on duty at night. He could feel his thumping heartbeat, and his heart was burning like fire and smoke. It was clear that the wind was cold and snow, but even the palms of his hands were slightly moist.
"Where's Gu Mang?"
When he came to the North Barracks, he gasped anxiously before dismounting and asked the monks of the garrison.
"I'm looking for someone else, where is he?"
The cultivator was startled when he saw his turbulent fire: "Mo, Young Master Mo, is there an emergency report?"
"Is there any urgent report, do I have to report it when I see someone?" He exhaled a hot white mist, and his tone became more and more anxious.
"Then you..."
The cultivator glanced at Mo Xi's injured arm, hesitated for a moment, and didn't ask any more questions, but Mo Xi already understood what he meant - then you can rest and recover from your injuries, run from the southern army to the northern army in the wind and snow. What to do with a nobody
Mo Xi was too anxious.
Too impulsive.
He had just figured out something, something very important that had been bothering him for a long time. He had to find Gu Mang. If he didn't find Gu Mang immediately, it seemed that his blood would be boiled dry and burnt out overnight.
His temperament was always indiscreet, and he had to hold whatever he wanted when he knew what he wanted. At that time, he was young and had never experienced the bitterness of love at all.
He didn't even think about the consequences at all, didn't think about human ethics, didn't think about whether he would be rejected.
He didn't understand anything, so rashly and with a sincere heart, he rushed outside Gu Mang's tent and stood in front of the tent, his fingers trembled slightly, his blood was getting hotter and his heartbeat was getting faster and faster. sooner. In the end, the Adam's apple twitched, took a deep breath, and opened the curtain door with a "wow".
"Gu Mang—"
An attacking cultivator who looked like Zhou Zheng turned around, and it was Lu Zhanxing, Gu Mang's friend at the time.
Lu Zhanxing was also Murong Lian's attendant. He grew up with Gu Mang since he was a child, and he was very eccentric. He was nibbling on fruits while reading the sword manual in the tent. When he saw Mo Xi, he was stunned for a moment: "Mr. Mo?"
"… "
"How did you come?"
"Where's Gu Mang?"
"You're looking for him." Lu Zhanxing nibbled at the juicy pears, and suddenly sneered away, "Why are you looking for him tonight?"
"... Who is still looking for him."
"Oh, no one, just a few of our friends. We asked him to go out to play in the nearby village. You don't know Mr. Mo. I wanted to go too, but I didn't want to run until my legs were completely healed..."
Lu Zhanxing babbled, and the anxiety in Mo Xi's heart became even worse. He bit his lower lip and asked, "Where did he go?"
Lu Zhanxing said with a smile, ready to answer his question.
But just when Mo Xi was about to dream about the answer from that year, he felt a pain.
- It seems that the heart instinctively wants to protect itself and prevent it from hurting any more, so the heavy darkness suddenly overwhelmed the sky and crushed the answer. Dreams are blown away like the most fragile dust.
The blackness is getting deeper and deeper, the dream is getting deeper and deeper, and there is no more sound.
Ultimately there is nothingness.
Everything is quiet.
The next day, Mo Xi woke up to the chirping of birds in the courtyard. He slowly blinked his eyes and gradually regained consciousness, as if he had swum ashore from a broken mirror.
"...Gu Mang..."
Trapped in the aftertaste of the dream, he raised his hand, only to feel a slight heat in the palm, and there was actually a thin sweat. blurred.
"Lord." Seeing that he was awake, Li Wei approached, bowed and said, "Changfeng-Jun sent some gifts early in the morning, and they are temporarily placed in the flower hall. Lord, do you want to accept them? ?"
"Lord Changfeng?"
As soon as he woke up, he dreamed of a past event that made him feel wistful, and even the wise and martial Xi Hejun couldn't help himself for a while. After a while, he rubbed his forehead and frowned slightly as he remembered—
It was a down-and-out old nobleman, and although his status was there, he was already dead in name only. Changfeng-Jun has not interacted with other people for many, many years.
Mo Xi felt a little angry when he got up, pressed his throbbing forehead, and asked, "Why did he suddenly give me a gift?"
"No details."
Mo Xi was a person who was used to being upright, so he paused and said, "Then you can return it to him, just say I'll take it. It's not a festival or a celebration, and I don't want anything."
"Yes."
After Mo Xi finished washing and getting dressed, he went to the flower hall to take a look: it was an exaggeration. Pearls, jade, silk brocade, magic tools and elixir, big and small, were carrying gift boxes. call.
"Did Changfeng-Jun commit a crime?"
"Ah?" Li Wei was stunned for a moment, "No."
"Then what does he mean?"
"This..." Li Wei thought, it seems that Changfeng-Jun has recently offended many nobles in the Xiuzhen Academy because of his daughter, and some of them are still big families with great momentum. Giving gifts to Xi Hejun at this time obviously wanted to investigate the situation and see if he could hold back the great commander who had just returned to the city and knew nothing about it.
However, Butler Li is still very smart. He knows that it is better not to get involved in the affairs of several families, so he said: "This is not even known to the Lord, so I don't know."
Mo Xi swept through those things several times, but still couldn't figure out the other party's intentions, so he didn't bother to care anymore. He just straightened the corners of his sleeves and said, "I'm going out, and I won't be back at noon, so you don't have to have meals in the kitchen."
"Oh..." Li Wei responded, but couldn't help but raised his eyes and glanced at Mo Xi secretly.
Lord these days are not quite right.
It seems that after returning from Wangshu Mansion, even if there is no military affairs in the court meeting, he will run outside every day without a hitch, sometimes for a long time, sometimes for a day, and sometimes just come back late at night. Do not let the attendants follow.
Looking at this clue, why do you look like you are having a private meeting with a certain beauty...
As soon as this thought came out, Li Wei almost broke out in a cold sweat—
No no no!
How is it possible how is it possible
There was Mengze in the front, Yanping in the back, not to mention the coquettish bitches of other famous family Shuyuan, all of them have tried to melt the aloof and cold male god Xi Hejun, but so far no one has been able to do it.
Li Wei secretly wondered, if Xi and Jun could really do that kind of dating a girl without telling everyone, what kind of a mischievous beauty would the other party be.
Mo Xi sat down at the tea stall on the corner with a sullen face and asked for a pot of Yangxian tea. The tea was served quickly, along with some candied dried fruit, Mo Xi drank slowly, the end of his long eyes wandering from time to time, looking across the street.
Across the street is the lotus pond in the backyard of Luomei Bieyuan.
And that dirty "disaster" has not appeared for a long time.
A few days ago, Gu Mang would be here in a daze almost every day, doing nothing, standing alone on the pontoon, standing silently, staring at the fish in the lotus pond.
The face was blank, as if a heavy snow had fallen on the ground.
At first, Mo Xi didn't know what these fish were so good-looking, until one time, he found that Gu Mang was trying to reach out to catch a fish—of course he didn't catch the fish, so the man crouched on the bank and stared blankly at the koi swaying away Go, the Adam's apple rolled, swallowed, and his eyes gradually became straight.
Only then did Mo Xi realize that he was hungry.
Murong Lian said that day that he would deduct his food for a month, and now it has been more than ten days. So Gu Mang, who was extremely aggrieved, actually wanted to catch fish by himself...
But I don't know what happened. Since that day, Gu Mang has never appeared. Mo Xi comes every day, but he never sees him squatting fish again.
Today is no exception.
Slowly, the tea had reached the bottom, and he asked the stall owner to add a new pot. After sitting for a long time, Gu Mang was nowhere to be seen.
This person has not come out for five consecutive days. Could it be that what happened in Luomei Garden
Mo Xi thought so, although his face was still light, but his heart began to feel a little anxious. He held back and drank the last bit of Yangxian tea in the cup, but he couldn't quench the fire in his heart. Finally got up and walked across the street—
The author has something to say:
"Confession Mode"
Twenty-year-old Mo Xi confessed: No matter what, he rushed over to find someone.
Thirty-year-old Mo Xi confessed: I don't want to confess anymore.
Gu Mang's normal confession: I was serious about sleeping with you.
Gu Mang's wolf version of the confession: Your fur is so beautiful, can you borrow it from me
Xiao Yueyue's confession: You are more powerful than my fourth uncle!
Jiang Yexue's confession: I'm a widower, and I don't plan to continue the string. I've said it several times.
Murong Lian's confession: This girl, are you willing to be sprayed into a sieve in the comment area with me