Murong Mengze stood with his hands behind his back on the white marble quarry carved with a hundred-clawed dragon, watching the craftsmen in sackcloth and manshoes beating and banging, busy repairing the ruined and dilapidated palace.
More than a month has passed since the war, and she is in charge of the repair supervisor these days.
Murong Mengze ordered the craftsmen and cultivators to help the people in the city rebuild their families. It was not until most of the residents of Chonghua had a place to live that she ordered the craftsmen to resume the construction at the expense of the royal family.
The furnace that Murong Chen once placed in the Golden Palace has been completely shattered, but the little golden beast hanging on the ear is still muttering: "Your Majesty is full of blessings in the sky... Your Majesty is overwhelmed with eternal life..."
The craftsmen swept the fragments of the stove into the poles, carried them, and planned to dump them on the carriage, and discard them into the wilderness together with the remnants of the old dynasties.
"Zeppi forever..."
The little golden beast hummed and lay among the piles of broken wood and bricks, constantly repeating the slanderous words of yesterday. It is a dead thing after all, I don't know what its fate will be.
It's just that the golden paint finally fell off when it collided, revealing the black iron material underneath, a state of dejection.
Murong Mengze glanced sideways at the carriage, without saying a word, only smiling gently and generously when the craftsman greeted her with sincerity and fear.
"Thank you for making this trip."
The craftsmen were stunned, panicked and surprised, and repeatedly promised her.
Murong Mengze, wearing a black robe and gold belt, watched the construction of the palace for a while by herself - simple and fresh, this is what she asked them to do. Of course, she knew that the people of Chonghua were very grateful to her for her actions. After the war, construction was needed everywhere. She did not promote royal power, so she naturally won more praise and praise.
She knew in her heart that in the battle with Liao, Jiang Fuli was the most prosperous in terms of military merit.
Because he finally repelled Hua Po An.
Murong Mengze didn't directly see the final duel between the two, but heard the little cultivator who saw the whole situation say that after Hua Po An lost the power of the blood beast, there was still Jiu Muqin who could fight Jiang Fuli. At that time, Hua Po An had replaced all eight of them, but Jiang Fuli had broken them one by one, but the last one had not opened.
Some people think that there must be some world-shattering evil law hidden in that eye, and they will not resort to it unless they have to.
But until Hua Po'an was finally defeated by Jiang Fuli's sword, Jiu Muqin's last eye was still closed.
No one knew what was hidden in that last eye, Hua Po An didn't let it show to anyone, it was like a seed buried deep in his heart that would never germinate.
"Is Hua Po An dead?" She also often heard people ask such a sentence in the streets these days.
And people's answers were mixed.
"Should be dead."
"Yeah, I saw with my own eyes that he was defeated by Jiang Yaoshi's sword.
"But I always think it's hard to say... He's already completely like a demon, doesn't he..."
"Even if you don't die, you won't be able to turn over the sky."
Murong Mengze thought that Jiang Fuli should know the answer to this question, but no one could get the answer from him.
Jiang Fuli left Chonghua with Su Yurou after the war. He said that he never knew who he was, and felt that everything he did in the past was of little significance except for making money. Now he finally did something more than money and silk.
It was only made by Jiang Fuli, not Shen Tang, not a puppet.
Perhaps it was this encounter that made him finally want to take the memories that belonged to Shen Tang, and go to the four seas and five lakes for a walk and see, but this time, Su Yurou will no longer imprison his heart and his memories, maybe he can finally. From the long trek that followed, he got a specific answer, knowing what he wanted in this life as Jiang Fuli.
In addition to Jiang Fuli, there was another person whose hearts rose after the war, and that was Lord Wang Shu and Murong Lian.
However, Murong Mengze knew that Murong Lian had already been terminally ill and would not be able to live for a long time because he had been sucking the floating life for too long. This person, Murong Lian, is all about doing things on his own. He has won the approval of the world, but he has forgotten his wish, and he is tired of the emperor's affairs. Yesterday, she went to the Shu Mansion to see him, and saw that he was drinking alone to the moon under the paulownia flowers.
Murong Lian finally reconciled with him. The illusions he loved, the instrumental music he once rejected, could finally be summoned by him.
"Brother Lian, are you really no longer considering staying in the capital?"
Murong Lian was still smoking his hookah, his eyes lightly said: "No more, the left and right sides are only big cities, this king thinks that this place is cramped, and it's stuffy."
"...then you plan to..."
"I plan to go north and go back to my mother's fief to play."
Murong Mengze pondered for a moment, then smiled: "If Brother Lian gets tired of playing, remember to come back at any time. I will take care of you all the time when looking at Shu Mansion."
Murong Lian looked at her thoughtfully, her peach blossom eyes seemed to see through her thoughts. But Meng Ze didn't smile, and still looked back at him magnanimously.
"There's no need to take care of it." Murong Lian said, "Linyi is a simple place, and it hasn't flourished for a long time. My brother and I had a lot of fun fighting cock-fighting lackeys in the first half of my life. I want to do something there in the days to come."
"Brother Lian, what do you want?"
"I think it's good to open an academy. What Shen Tang did back then was very interesting. My lord is tired of being the palace lord. When people call out to look at the real Shuren or something, I feel happy when I think about it."
Murong Mengze smiled, and his tone was very tactful: "But Brother Lian, you know that the Chonghua Academy is only located in the imperial capital. If you want to open it elsewhere, I am afraid it will not be beneficial to the jurisdiction."
Murong Lian didn't immediately refute her, he smoked the hookah, and after a while, he slowly exhaled and spit it on Murong Mengze's face: "That's all, I'll do my best to see if I can quit smoking. , live a long life, and take care of Chonghua well."
"..." Murong Mengze said with a smile, "Brother Lian, what are you talking about? You are definitely going to give up your dreams, and you are definitely going to live a long life."
Murong Lian also smiled at her and said, "It's a little more difficult."
No one spoke in the small courtyard for a while, and the butterfly condensed by illusion flew to and perched on Murong Mengze's shoulder. Mengze glanced at it and said warmly: "Since Brother Lian has such a wish, then let's go. After Brother Chen passed away, you are considered to be the acting monarch. If you want to make an exception to open a school in Linyi..." She laughed, "Actually, I can't stop it."
"The academy I set up is intended to be accessible to everyone, regardless of blood origin. This will be exciting enough." Murong Lian said indifferently, "What do you think?"
Unexpectedly, Murong Mengze didn't mean to resist this proposal at all.
She said, "Listen to Brother Lian."
When parting, Murong Lian didn't get up to send her off, but when she was about to disappear at the corner of the flower gallery, he suddenly knocked off the ash in the cigarette pot, and said calmly: "Mengze, when should I recover my true body, just Recover."
Murong Mengze suddenly stopped.
"If you restore your status, I'm the second in line. The person closest to the throne has never been me." Murong Lian said, "It's you."
"… "
Murong Mengze didn't look back and didn't answer.
The expression on her face changed countless times. She wanted to ask, when did you know my secret, and also wanted to ask, since you knew it, why didn't you say it earlier - but all the thoughts gathered in her heart were no match for Murong Lian at this moment. graciously give up.
Yes, for her, it was the most important thing for Murong Lian to fold.
Everything else she can ask.
So in the end, she just said softly: "Thank you, if Linyi Academy needs help, you can come to the imperial capital to find me at any time."
Turn away.
Apart from Jiang Fuli, Murong Lian, and Chonghua whose prestige is higher than hers, there is no one else.
On the other hand, almost all the soldiers didn't give up. They thought that their handsome Mo was so amazing, how could he just die like this. Yue Chenqing led the monks of the Northern Territory Army to salvage the river several times, but Mo Xi and Gu Mang were not seen.
The corpse was missing, and it was very likely that it had perished, but they were unwilling to think about it at all. They were more willing to believe that Mo Shuai and Gu Shuai of the Northern Army did not sacrifice, and there was always a glimmer of hope in their hearts.
Three days ago, someone finally found the same object in the river, and it turned out to be a jade slip with a whip.
Jane didn't say a single word, but it had already caused the Northern Army to boil over.
They even thought that Mo Xi must still be alive, otherwise how could the brilliance flow freely?
At that time, Murong Mengze was in the palace to review the files, and the maid Yueniang was still by her side, but Yueniang looked at her with some hesitation and fear.
Others don't know, but she knows very well that Murong Mengze invited her friend Zhou He to a wine shop for a drink not long ago. Although Zhou He used to be a man of the emperor, he had been secretly fascinated by Mengze for a long time. Now that Mo Xi was dead, he felt that he finally had the opportunity to invite the princess to drink at night. A trial.
At that time, Yueniang did not expect that Murong Mengze would readily agree.
But she didn't even think that she would accidentally see that Mengze would quietly throw a dark red pill into Zhou He's cup without any hesitation between the banquets.
It was a life-threatening poison. After two months of dormancy, the person who took it would surely die violently.
Yueniang has been in a state of turmoil since she saw Mengze's actions. She never imagined that Zhou He and Mengze were so close and did so many things for Mengze. Even if Mengze didn't like him, why would she want to? Kill him secretly? Is this still the princess she knew?
"Moon Lady."
Suddenly, she heard Mengze calling her, Yueniang woke up like a dream, ahh, and said in a panic, "My lord."
Meng Ze looked at her thoughtfully, and saw her with her legs swaying slightly, Meng Ze smiled and said, "Why are you always thinking about things lately? Is there something on your mind?"
"No, no..."
"It's fine if you don't. If there is any discomfort, you must tell me earlier, don't make me worry."
"Yes… "
"Besides, I have something to trouble you to do." Mengze unwrapped the order and handed it to her: "Go to Yue Chenqing with this token, and tell him, I will borrow the one left by Xi and Jun. Take a look at the jade slip."
Yueniang agreed, and she smiled and watched her go out.
Only when Yueniang disappeared into the sky, her eyes slowly dimmed, and she sighed and murmured: "Yue'er, I can't think of the end, I can't even stay with you anymore..."
She was the only one left in the palace.
Mengze raised his hand and took out a bundle of extremely delicate jade slips with history from the Qiankun bag. This jade slip was made for Murong Chen by Jiang Yexue before his death. He was a top-level craftsman master, and his technique was so skillful that even the most amazing warlock could not tell at a glance that this jade slip was a forgery. Mengze stretched out his neatly trimmed nails without applying any dankou, and rubbed the gold buttons on the side of the jade slip.
She knew what dark conspiracy lay in this bundle of counterfeit scrolls.
In it, Murong Chen framed up many scandals related to Mo Xi, which were all made up of real scrolls, and it was difficult to distinguish the true from the false. She was ready—she knew that Mo Xi used the reversal stone to go back to the past, and he most likely knew about the dirty tricks she had done in the past.
No, it's not possible, he must know it all.
Therefore, even if he died, he had to use Shuran Shenwu to leave a jade slip, which was probably revealing to the world that Murong Mengze was not a pure person either.
He must have hated her for taking advantage of his gratitude and hating her for calculating herself, so even if she died, she would tell everyone...
even.
Murong Mengze suddenly had a more terrifying guess.
She couldn't help the cold teeth, and her body trembled slightly.
- What if Mo Xi hadn't died?
The thought made her vest drenched in cold sweat. She even felt that there was a figure of the man wandering in the shadow of the palace, and she would walk from the darkness to the light at any time, look down at her, and say to her, "Mengze, I have another account to settle with you."
She shuddered suddenly, and suddenly got up and overturned the case in front of her.
"no no… "
She hurried to the outside of the hall and left that room Senhan behind. It was really strange. When she calculated Murong Chen, Murong Lian, and Zhou He, she would not have such a sense of fear, but only This match between Mo Xi and Gu Mang.
In her cold heart, there is self-loathing, and self-loathing eventually breeds her fear.
She knew that among all her chess pieces, only these two were the real, unquestionable warriors of the country... She was finally stained with such clean blood.
This is her stain, she can see it when she bows her head.
It can't be washed off in a lifetime.
"Lord, Lord."
Suddenly someone called her name softly.
Mengze raised her head sharply, and saw Yueniang leaving and returning. She was standing at the foot of the steps and looked at her in panic. Her extremely pale face looked at Yueniang's terrified face, which made Yueniang even more startled. .
Yueniang walked up the last few steps tremblingly, and presented the brocade box in her hand: "This is the jade, jade slip you want..."
Mengze adjusted his emotions and suppressed all his fear, anger and guilty conscience: "Oh... you got it back so soon?"
"Yes… "
"Give it to me, you will wait outside the hall."
Taking over the jade slip left by Mo Xi, Mengze closed his eyes and returned to the palace alone.
The huge palace was cold and cold, and she was alone. She locked herself in it, and then she couldn't wait, but reluctantly faced the wordless scroll.
She almost had a distinct foreboding.
This jade slip must have been left to him by him.
Sure enough, when she opened the jade slip with her own hands, she saw that faint golden words began to appear on the originally empty scroll—it was Mo Xijun's handwriting.
She trembled with hatred, as expected... as expected!
She knew that Mo Xi would definitely pay for it, he would not let her go—
The next moment.
She froze suddenly.
The words on the jade slip gradually became clearer, and she saw only two sentences written in the handsome font she was familiar with.
"The rest of your life is to be washed. Please don't be Murong Chen."
Murong Mengze hummed in his ears as if he had been hit hard.
He... what did he say?
He means that he knows all about her conspiracy, but after everything, he has long understood that the person sitting in that position is rarely dirty. This route is stained with blood, and brothers and sisters are fighting. Although some people are ashamed of their close friends and relatives, after sitting on this throne, they can still rejuvenate the world and govern the country with benevolence. is that so?
She was once ranked among the Three Gentlemen of Jiedinghui, but her name was not true, but Mo Xi did not hate her. Her way of being a gentleman was false to the people around her, but to Chonghua, it was not necessarily true. .
Wang Qing is not Murong Chen.
Mengze looked at the last few words for a long time, and finally lowered his eyebrows slowly.
Don't be Murong Chen...
After a while, she raised her hand and picked up the forged scroll of history on the case slip. After reading it several times, she finally concentrated her fingertips, silently, shaking it into ashes...
Meng Ze leaned against the throne like a force, looked up, and the sweat on his back slowly cooled down. That fight that she thought was a life-and-death fight was over before it even started. She opened her eyes wide, and in her pupils reflected the carved beam totem of dragons and tigers. She pinched the armrest of the throne with her fingers and rubbed it carefully.
Please don't be Murong Chen.
She slowly closed her eyes, and the corner of her mouth developed a wry smile that seemed to be self-deprecating.
Mo Xi... you really...
She didn't think about it any longer, she sat alone in this brand new hall that she oversaw and completed.
At this moment, there is still a lot of waste waiting to be done, cold and empty, but she knows that a new court situation is about to open here.
Her heart was pounding, and the drum of war that had been hidden in her heart for many years was beating, and her chest was filled with infinite waves.
She knew that the crape myrtle starlight she had been waiting for finally shone on her destiny after she was stained with blood.
two months later.
Murong Lian was walking by the riverside in Linyi, he broke a willow branch and slowly swayed past.
The school is under construction and will be completed by the end of next year. These days he is very leisurely, leisurely, and has nothing to do.
However, he had a lot of secrets in his heart that needed to be digested, not to mention that Murong Mengze.
Now she is the acting monarch of Chonghua, but because of her status as a woman, conservative and pedantic old nobles have always ridiculed her that she is not worthy of being a monarch. But Murong Lian knew that soon, when Mengze's popularity in the public opinion increased, she would reveal a secret that had been hidden for 30 years, and Chonghua would definitely dislike the uproar.
But he bet that the final winner would still be Murong Mengze.
This woman... No, this person's wrist is too hard, who is her opponent in ordinary people?
Take a look at the two months she has been in power. She is just a superintendent, but she has already made great efforts to govern, so that the power of various clans in the court is scattered and weak, and new policies have been promulgated continuously.
She pursued Gu Mang and Mo Xi as Supreme Heroes, and planned to fulfill Gu Mang's wish and plan to abolish slave status. She said that the school would recruit wise men, and accept disciples based on their merits and talents, regardless of their background.
In addition, she aims to eradicate tyranny, abandon cronyism, slack off low-paying debts, and accept the advice of the people.
Compared with these achievements, what is her taint to ordinary people?
Murong Mengze... Murong Mengze...
Murong Lian read her name several times in her heart and couldn't help laughing.
Murong Mengze, the ninth son of the royal family. Fearing that the queen would kill him, his mother hooked up with the then Shennongtai elders and pretended his true identity with hidden medicine.
Murong Chen had guarded Murong Lian all his life, but in the end, he had guarded against the wrong person. The so-called "fighting in the same room, brothers fighting against each other" did not refer to Murong Lian at all, but to Princess Mengze who he always thought was his sister.
Thinking of this, Murong Lian couldn't help but sneer. After all, Murong Mengze, who had been dormant as a woman for nearly 30 years, was too cruel after all. Who can take what he wants from such a ruthless character?
Fortunately, it didn't take long for him to know the secret, that is, when Murong Mengze took care of him when he was in a coma, he only realized it.
Murong Lian believes that with Mengze's skill, with time, people will show less talk about the fact that he has concealed and pretended to be his daughter for so many years. As for those secret scandals that only a few people knew about, they will eventually be revealed by the years. The wheels were smashed into pieces, scattered as a dash of dust.
Now in the capital, Wangshu Mansion is still preserved, and Xihe Mansion was decided by the housekeeper Li Wei to open a charity hall, leaving homeless and poor people to live temporarily until they can make a living. Li Wei said that if Xi Hejun was still alive, he would be willing to see him do this. Yue Chenqing stayed in the capital, but he gave Jiang Fuli all the mecha drawings that Murong Chuyi had drawn during his lifetime, hoping that Jiang Fuli could seal it up in a place that ordinary people couldn't easily access.
"In the hands of the good, the blade is a weapon of protection, and in the hands of the wicked, it is a weapon of slaughter. I think Fourth Uncle definitely doesn't want his map to fall into the hands of people with wrong minds, so I would ask Pharmacist Jiang to seal it up. "
Jiang Fuli finally sealed all the drawings of Murong Chuyi under the Begonia Sacred Tree on Shentang Xiandao. The Begonia Sacred Tree had hidden spiritual consciousness, and had a clear and peaceful spirit. I heard that it has the ability to distinguish between good and evil. It is safe to let it silently guard the last wishes of the predecessors.
Decades, hundreds of years, and maybe thousands of years later, there may finally be another great master of craftsmanship who is as good as Murong Chuyi from the world, and will pass on this endless compassion.
And these people's ideals are lofty, and Murong Lian is completely inferior.
He is just an ordinary person with countless flaws. He is not a hero, and he doesn't think about so many things. He now wants to build his own academy, be an introductory disciple, choose someone to teach him the six virtues and six arts, and teach him With six lines, I don't know whether I can teach a Shen Tang or a Hua Po An in the future. There are many things he is not sure about yet, but what he can be sure of is that he has drawn up the first doctrine of the academy - whoever receives it, must teach it according to its own ability.
... That kind of thing that obviously likes illusions but has to be forced to practice piano skills, as the palace master of the school, he will never allow it to happen again.
It's great to be your own boss.
Murong Lian sighed contentedly, brushed off the soot, coughed twice, and staggered home.
Passing through the lively market, I saw an old man selling pancakes. The pancakes were browned and crispy, and they looked like the famous baked goods in the north. Murong Lian glanced at it and stopped.
"Hey, old man, let's make some pancakes."
"Good Le!"
Murong Lian paused for a while, but thought of something, he hesitated for a while and said, "...let's have two more."
The old man was naturally happier, and shoveled out two golden and crispy biscuits and handed them to him.
But Murong Lian didn't leave, she stood there and thought for a while, and finally the boss said reluctantly, "Forget it, three cards."
Old man: "… "
Carrying three steaming sheets of freshly baked biscuits, Murong Lian continued to walk back to the house as if carelessly. He also said in his heart that buying this cake by himself was just a matter of convenience, but he didn't mean to miss anyone.
He didn't see anyone as family.
But that being said, although Murong Lian was extremely disgusted, there were indeed two people living in secret in his mansion. Those two people came to visit him on the third day he came to Yi, and he was quite frightened at the time.
If the old people in the imperial capital know that these two are still alive, then... hum...
Murong Lian sneered in her heart.
I don't know what it will be like.
Shaking all the way, this is home. He pushed open the door and entered the mansion. There was a person in the courtyard who was carrying a small stool and hanging colorful lights under the porch.
The man was dressed in blue and white cloth, with long hair tied, smiling, his skin was a healthy wheat color, and his facial features looked handsome and sweet.
Hearing the movement, he lowered his long eyelashes and looked at Murong Lian through the swaying shadows of the lights.
Those black eyes were bright and bright, like the most brilliant night.
Murong Lian looked at him for a moment, and finally gritted his teeth unbearably: "...Gu Mang, can you be a little self-conscious about relying on others! You are hiding in my mansion now! Who allows you to move the furnishings in my mansion at will! !"
The person who was busy hanging lanterns in the courtyard was none other than Gu Shuai and Gu Mang, who everyone thought was dead.
Before Gu Mang could answer, another person came from Mingtang. He had a handsome appearance, tall and straight stature, and his skin was as white as ice. Who is Mo Xi, whose life and death are not known?
Mo Xi held a newly made lantern in his hand and handed it to Gu Mang.
Gu Mang leaned forward with a smile, stood on the chair and took it: "Thank you, Junior Brother Mo."
"No thanks."
"… "
Murong Lian was even more angry: "You really consider this place your home?!"
"Yes, my dear brother."
"Gu Mang, you are courting death!"
"You are going to be the palace lord soon. We both came to serve you and serve as elders for your disciples. Although it was said that it was incognito at the time, but the strength was there, I didn't ask you to raise the price. , the family." Gu Mang hung up the lantern and quickly jumped off the chair, avoiding Murong Lian's attack, "Family, family, have something to talk about, have something to talk about!"
"Who is family with you! Who will talk to you well!"
Gu Mang laughed and ran quickly around the corridor.
Mo Xi looked at the two of them from the same place with a speechless and wry smile.
The so-called aftermath of the catastrophe is probably the case.
He chose to perish with the blood beasts at the bottom of the blood pond, and he was ready to doom forever. The god in the reversal stone told him that as long as he chose to sacrifice, he was destined to lose his soul and never enter reincarnation.
Therefore, he never expected that when he opened his eyes, he would return to the reversal stone.
And the deceitful god was talking to Gu Mang about something. Gu Mang also looked dazed. Seeing him open his eyes, surprise and a smile suddenly appeared in that dazedness.
"Ah, Mo Xi, you are also awake!"
"..." At that time, Mo Xi's chest was still filled with heavy sadness and pain, and when he saw him suddenly, he thought it was a dream in the golden rain after his death. When he saw Gu Mang's phantom, he couldn't say anything for a while. Unable to speak.
It wasn't until he listened to the god's whisper, and after a long pause, he realized that the God of Reversal Stone was not what others thought that nothing could change.
Since the gods are gods, even if it is just an afterimage of the gods, it is not difficult to save the lives of a few mortals, not to mention the powerful spiritual currents of immortal beasts and monsters flowing in the two of them.
It's just that in order for the Reversal Stone to save, the person who has been tested must save himself.
Only those who have redeemed their own hearts and have withstood the test of the reversal stone can be protected by it and swim ashore. Reversing the injury, reversing the pain, reversing the broken heart, reversing the blue eyes, reversing the death.
This is God's guilt and repayment for the person who reversed the destiny chosen by the stone.
"You chose a path that I admire, Mo Shuai, thank you for making it all end like this."
After the god spirit body in the reversal stone finished saying the last sentence, it dispersed into a cloud of smoke and slowly disappeared.
At the end of completing its mission of survival, he restored Gu Mang's healthy state when he was not tempered by the black devil, and also restored the lives of Mo Xi and Gu Mang, and sent them to where they wanted to go.
"Where are you going?"
Facing the misty mist and rumbling echoes in the reversal stone world, Mo Xi and Gu Mang, who had reunited after the catastrophe, looked at each other.
In the end, Gu Mang grinned: "Where are you going, I'm going, this time, brother Gu Mang won't tease you again."
It's all over.
I am no longer a spy, a traitor, or a general.
I am finally just Gu Mang, your senior Gu Mang, your Gu Mang brother.
I finally only need to guard you, and finally I only need to accompany you.
And where they want to go, it will naturally not be the imperial capital.
The imperial capital has been dominating for a long time, and the city is full of conspiracy. Mo Xi threw the jade slip into the river in the imperial capital, and told Mengze that he had no intention of fighting for revenge, but he would keep watching—seeing how Chonghua would become in the hands of this new emperor.
At least for now, Murong Mengze lived up to this chance. Murong Mengze was not a sincere son, but a pure and kind person. But her and Murong Chen's goals were never the same.
Murong Chen wanted to be the supreme overlord who unified Kyushu.
And what Murong Mengze longed for was always someone calling him a "virtuous gentleman" and "a wise gentleman".
He will do whatever he can for this purpose, and he will give his whole life for this purpose.
And that's enough.
In the end, they chose Linyi.
It's not a wealthy place, but I heard that Murong Lian was going to come here to build a school, start a business, and recruit scholars from all over the world. Gu Mang felt happy when he heard it.
In the end, Murong Lian was the person he had the deepest bond with besides Mo Xi in the world, and it was his blood relative.
Gu Mang was very happy that Murong Lian finally chose such a path.
Now Mo Xi was standing in the courtyard, watching Gu Mang and Murong Lian chasing after me. The paulownia flowers in the courtyard were flowing like a lavender waterfall, and the courtyard was full of fragrance.
At this moment, their hatred has faded and their achievements have come a long way. In fact, the titles Murong Mengze gave them, whether he or Gu Mang, they didn't care, their original wish had already been fulfilled.
In the end, a period of peace and prosperity will begin, and in the end, the original promise has been fulfilled and a home has been established.
Tomorrow, he will enter the Linyi Academy opened by Murong Lian together with Gu Mang. He will show his new identity and face in front of those young and immature juniors, to teach them the right way, what is benevolence, what techniques are used, and how soldiers are used. What is the blade for.
After the big turbulence, everything is slowly getting better.
Or many years later, the dynasty will fall apart, and China will once again fall into turmoil and crisis. But just like Hua Po An who sacrificed himself to the devil a hundred years ago, now he and Gu Mang are fighting the road, Mo Xi knows that as long as there is darkness, there will be light, and people's kindness and strength are the seeds that never die. , Even in the most cramped world, it will always wake up and sprout.
How many chaotic times and prosperous times, heroes and heroes, all started at the end of Qingping, and finally ended in the grass. When the torrents of the years are rolling in and the situation is changing, the love and hatred, blood and bones in the past will be turned into two words and three words, a piece of green paper.
Humans are too small, and not many efforts and sacrifices can be continuously remembered, but at least the sun will illuminate the world again and dispel the long dark night.
The secular world is peaceful, this may be the best repayment for all the unnamed heroes in later generations.
In the small courtyard, Gu Mang was eagerly pursued by Murong Lian, and shouted with a smile: "Mo Xi! Come and help! Help! Brother Lian is too outrageous!"
Murong Lian said angrily, "Who is your younger brother! This king was born before you!!"
"But I had it before you!"
"Gu Mang, stop for me! Get me out of my house today!!"
"Come here Mo Xi! Help me beat him together!"
Mo Xi lowered his head and smiled. His thick black eyelashes were like two small soft fans. He walked over: "Okay. I'm here."
You see, this year, the flowers in the world are in full bloom again.
The Liao Kingdom has been defeated, and the remnants have surrendered. After the seal of the black devil, those magic weapons stained with sin and blood cannot be easily refined, and the law of the black devil cannot be easily taught.
Mo Xi knew that this would not be forever, but at least it would usher in a period of peace that would live up to the sacrifices of heroes in this era.
In the small courtyard, Murong Lian heard the lively noise from the black dog rice pocket brought by the imperial capital, barked excitedly and rushed out, bouncing around the three people and wagging his tail. In the city of Linyi, which has not yet ushered in great prosperity, the smoke rises from the kitchen of every household, and in the twilight setting sun, the four fields are peaceful.
Murong Lian said angrily: "Fireball, go away! Our brothers are fighting, you are not a good guy to meddle in!"
Gu Mang jumped up and restrained Murong Lian's neck, and said with a smile, "It's easy to say, I'll ask Mo Xi to help me, and you'll ask Fandou to help you?"
Fandou was even more excited when he heard the words, his paws placed on Murong Lian's knees, and he stared at him with his tongue out.
After some laughter and noise floated out of the courtyard, they finally had a home, a family, and their own home. I can wait for this hard-won peaceful world, and watch the flowers bloom in spring and snow fall in winter.
The next few years will be like today.
There is no war in Mobei, south of the Yangtze River, and fishing boats and camel bells return with the moon.
The author has something to say: I have finished writing, thank you~~ This is really too difficult, there should be some sisters who remember that the day before the article was written, because of the problem of touching the line in the original setting, the outline was temporarily revised, and the deletion and modification were made. The manuscript in hand at the time. . . Harmful. . . originally. . . This is a police and bandit essay written through books, and it cannot be called a bandit because Gu Mang is an undercover agent. However, during the review later, it was said that, as the protagonist police officer, even if he was an undercover officer, Gu Mang was forced to do things that touched the boundary in the original setting, such as shooting and killing Mo Xi (although he avoided the heart), and he did participate in it. And handle hsh activities and so on. Although he is a good policeman for the mission, he will touch the line if he has actual behaviors. If the behavior of him as an undercover policeman is modified, it will not cause Mo Xi to hate him. It was untenable, unable to operate or modify, and finally had to temporarily delete all the modern lines, and changed from piercing script to pure ancient script.
But please don't be angry. I have an attitude of gratitude and respect for the police and soldiers. The original setting of this article is to express the difficulty and difficulty of the frontline undercover police officers, but the plot may be too much. If you do, you will be killed = = In the future, I will still learn from it, and ask all questions before starting the change, this is my dripping pot = =
I have already sent the first chapter of the original manuscript to Jinjiang, and then I will take a rest tomorrow. The day after tomorrow, I should start sending out the original 100,000-word manuscript as an easter egg, because this is the original manuscript of the original design. version, so I didn't put it in the VIP paid chapter, and I opened a free one for everyone to be happy and happy. Compare the current version and have fun~~ Bo Bo! Click on the author's column to find this easter egg~~
In fact, there are still many funny stalks in the original setting of the book, I cried...
In short, thank you~~Thank you for the encouragement of the friends who are chasing the article. Without you, there will be no motivation, and thank you for the friends who made pertinent criticism. Every article is a new attempt, and some attempts may make Some friends are dissatisfied, and I can’t be tied up because I’m afraid of failure. Just like an exam, I can’t ask for success every time, but I will learn from experience every time, and in the process of trying, some friends can put it forward in a pertinent and serious manner. Opinions, like a teacher willing to give pointers, are of course very grateful! !
ps.79 is the same as Erha 141,150. Jinjiang has drawn a bunch of illegal content, and the number of words is not allowed to be deleted. During the update period, I have no way to repair it properly. After the update, I will try my best to repair it. How can I unlock it = = Really bald... These chapters are too difficult to understand woo woo woo qaq
After writing this time, I should take a long rest, save my manuscripts, revise my essays, and take my time = = I wish all my friends a happy day~~ Once again, you guys, boo boo! !