In the evening, fine snow floated on the border of Chonghua, and a layer of pure white gradually accumulated on the ground. The wheels ran over, and pedestrians walked by, leaving a few lines of different shades of marks.
Wang Ermazi, who was selling pancakes at the market, was shouting vigorously, exhaling thick white breath, and shouting loudly: "Come on, pancakes just out of the oven!"
Qiang Qiang knocked on the broken gong hanging by the fireside twice, and continued to sell: "There is nothing in this world that can be thicker than the cake I bake—except for Gu Mang's face! Come and buy, come and buy!"
The passers-by laughed secretly when they heard it.
This cake stand has been in operation for more than ten years. In the early years, Wang Ermazi had a different set of lyrics. At that time, his drake shouted: "Look at it, look at it, Gu Shuai's favorite food. Pancakes, after you eat it, the waiter will be as invincible as Gu Shuai and rise step by step!"
In the wind and snow, a group of cavalry soldiers with great military appearance slowly approached, led by a boy of about seventeen or eighteen years old, with a brocade hat and mink fur, with a handsome face wrapped in a rich fleece collar, looking very lazy.
This young man's name is Yue Chenqing, and he is the deputy general of the garrison.
This person has two abilities that are beyond the reach of others. One is to be open-minded. As the saying goes, I am not angry when others are angry, and no one can replace them when they are angry. If I get angry with someone wishing to do so, it will be frustrating and laborious. Yue Chenqing said this deeply, she is almost never really angry, she is the best-tempered person among the sons and brothers.
The second ability is to make oneself comfortable, as comfortable as possible. Therefore, if he can sit, he will never stand, and if he can lie down, he will never sit. Yue Chenqing’s favorite saying is, “If you have wine today, you must drink it, and tomorrow if you don’t have food, you will rub your brother.” Therefore, this person will never have good things. Keep it overnight, drink the wine on the same day, and the woman sleeps before talking.
As for patrolling... Play first and then patrol.
The Seduocao market on the Beiguan border sells mostly animal skins, herbs, spirit stones, slaves, etc. Although it is not interesting, it is not bad to pass the time in the bitter cold of the army.
"I want that seven-tailed civet."
"The tail feather of the Gushou bird also went to buy it for me."
"The tumbleweed that the shop sells is of good quality. It must be very good for refining medicine. Get me ten baskets."
He walked all the way, instructing the entourage behind him to help him buy large and small commercial goods on the grass market. Such dereliction of duty made the entourage feel uneasy, but it hindered the face of the deputy commander, and it was really hard to say anything. .
While strolling around, Yue Chenqing felt hungry, so she searched left and right for something to eat, and suddenly heard Wang Ermazi shouting in the distance, and a broken gong came from the wind and snow:
"Selling pancakes! Pancakes as thick as Gu Mang's face! Let's take a walk and have a look!"
When Yue Chenqing heard this selling method, the corners of her mouth twitched, and she thought, "Oh, this person is actually making a fuss about Gu Mang!" Is this still great? It's about to cause trouble!
Thinking like this, he immediately stepped forward, just as he was about to speak to reprimand, but there was a strong aroma of burnt scones coming from his nose. So Yue Chenqing's scolding came to her mouth, and she swallowed the saliva that almost came out.
The scolding became: "... a piece of cake."
"It's so clever!" Wang Ermazi neatly took out a piece of baked browned pancake from the hearth, put it in an oil-paper bag and handed it to the guest officer in front of him, "Come on, take it, be careful of scalding it. This pancake must be Eat while it's hot!"
Yue Chenqing took the hot cake and bit it down, making a crunching sound. The golden and crisp cake leaked out a little hot oil, and the taste of wheat bran, minced meat, and crushed pepper bloomed on the tip of the tongue layer by layer, and the aroma was instantly burnt. Overflowing, greedy swallowing saliva.
He couldn't help but exclaim: "It tastes so good."
"That's right. My Erma biscuits are the best in the world." Wang Ermazi boasted triumphantly, "Even if Gu Mang was so beautiful back then, when he returned to the city after the war, he would definitely come to my stall. Eat five or six!"
After bragging, he did not forget to add angrily: "However, if I had known that Gu would eventually become a traitor and lackey, I should have put some poison in the cakes that sold him, and eliminated the people as soon as possible. Harmful!"
While chewing the cake, Yue Chenqing said, "Don't talk nonsense like this in the future. And your shouting, you have to change it quickly."
Wang Ermazi's eyes widened: "Master Jun, why is this?"
"Anyway, what the military lord said, you should just listen carefully." Yue Chenqing took another big bite of the meat pie, her cheeks bulging, "We are going to fight the Liao Kingdom soon, and our army will probably stay here for three years and five years. Zai, if you keep talking about Gu Mang all day long and shouting." He smiled maliciously, "Hehe, be careful that you touched the sore spot of a certain adult."
The certain adult Yue Chenqing mentioned was naturally their coach Mo Xi.
Mo Xi, Xi Hejun, who was enshrined by the previous king, was born in the prestigious Mo family, and one of the four generals of the Mo family. He was Mo Xi's maternal grandfather, grandfather, and Mo Xi's biological father. Under such pedigree suppression, Mo Xi naturally possesses an extremely terrifying talent for spiritual power. In addition, he later learned from the harshest elder of the Cultivation Academy. As of this year, he is already Chonghua's number one commander. Will.
And he was only twenty-eight years old.
Because of his family, Mo Xi's temperament is as cold as a sword, and he is always right. His father has repeatedly warned him to "bury heroic ambitions in gentle towns, and do more things with less provocation of women". Therefore, Mo Xi has always been pure-hearted and has a very positive character. It can be said that he Twenty-eight years have not missed a major event.
Except for Gu Mang.
To Mo Xi, Gu Mang was just like ink on paper, mud in snow, and the smear of blood that fell on the neat and white mattress of a gentleman.
- He is the stain of his life.
That night.
In the resident camp outside the frontier fortress, a clear cry broke through the wind and sand, the voice of the opera was long and long, and the ghost drifted in the frost.
"… Yuming Xinchi Yu. Jin Ming Xiaoge Qing. If there is a love song and wine, don't stop. Seeing that ruthless insects and ants are also related to love..."
The personal soldiers guarding outside the deputy commander's camp looked left and right, looking like a quail, and saw a tall black figure approaching from a distance, his face changed greatly, he hurriedly opened the big tent, and said, "It's not good! It's not good!"
"What's wrong?" Yue Chenqing yawned in the handsome seat in the tent, raised her eyes, and asked with a side face.
"Oops! What time is it, deputy commander, you should get up and defend quickly, don't listen to the show."
"What's the hurry?" Yue Chenqing said lazily, "It's not too late to go after listening."
After speaking, the actor in the account said: "Don't be stunned, you guys continue to sing."
So Xianyin entered the cloud, and the opera was like a faint silk thread hanging on the old man: "The country is rising from the shadows.
"Oh, my deputy commander Yue, the deputy commander, you can tell them to stop singing."
"Life is too short to have fun." Yue Chenqing nibbled at her nails happily, "Otherwise, this day would be too boring."
"But when Xi Hejun saw your scene, he's going to be angry again..."
"Xi He-jun is not here, why are you nervous?" Yue Chenqing smiled, "Besides, Xi He-jun looks unhappy all day long, neither seeking pleasure nor making fun, such an old man, listen. When I say a dirty joke, I will lose my temper, I want to make him happy, am I tired?"
"Deputy commander," the soldier looked like he was about to cry, "please keep your voice down..."
"Huh? Why?"
"Because, because..." The soldier glanced at the slits in the tent's curtain and stammered, "Because..."
Yue Chenqing rolled on the handsome seat, and put Xi Hejun's silver-fur coat over his head, and said with a smile, "Are you scared by Xi Hejun? How can you mention him stammering? of."
"Ah, but Xi Hejun is the same." Yue Chenqing said, "He wants to abstain from sex, and he will involve the entire army to be bored with him. Look at our entire army, we can't even see a bitch."
This is true. The entire army of Chonghua is the most difficult for Xi Hejun's army.
Although under the rule of Xi Hejun, the cost of food and clothing was never harsh, but as Yue Chenqing said, this person is boring and serious. joyous.
Yue Chenqing obviously thought it was funny, and she held back her laughter and pretended to be serious and sighed: "He is a good person everywhere, but he has a strong desire to control. You see, forced anxiety and cleanliness are all taken up by him alone, and he has nothing to do with it. Interesting, it really blinded his handsome face."
With a face of impending disaster, the soldier said anxiously, "Young Master Yue, stop talking..."
Yue Chenqing didn't stop, but became more and more excited: "Look at all of you holding back, are you all getting angry? Hehe, while he's not around, I'll quickly untie you, and let the brothers hang out at will tonight. Girl, the access control is abolished, let's hold a beauty pageant bonfire, and I will honor the most beautiful girl in the nearby village—"
"Who are you going to honor?"
Suddenly a low and severe male voice rang out, the tent slammed, and a tall man with silver armor like frost walked in.
His military uniform is tall and straight, with broad shoulders and thin waist, and a pair of long legs wrapped in black leather military boots. When he raised his eyes, he saw that his facial features were cold and handsome, and his eyes were cold and sharp.
This person is none other than Xihejun, Mo Xi, whom Yue Chenqing had laughed at just now.
Why did Mo Xi suddenly come back? ! !
Yue Chenqing was dumbfounded at first, but after regaining her senses, she immediately shivered and wrapped herself in fur.
"Master Mo." Deputy Commander Yue gave a pitiful expression, "Why didn't you tell others when you came back early - ouch!"
Ah, because Mo Xi felt that he was too disgusting, so he gathered a spiritual sword and threw it against Yue Chenqing's cheek.
Yue Chenqing was almost headed by the owl, so she quickly got up from the handsome seat, and brushed the messy hair on her cheeks: "Xihejun, how can you beat someone!"
"You ask me, I haven't asked you yet. You say, how can there be women in our army?"
Mo Xi glanced at the singer-songwriters who were silent, then turned his head and stared at Yue Chenqing: "Did you bring it in?"
Yue Chenqing originally wanted to mutter a few words, but when she met Mo Xi's eyes, she immediately persuaded: "...don't be like this. I'm just listening to a song. If you want to listen to a piece of Li Chunguo's famous song, Xi and Jun... "
Mo Xi's expression was grim, and he said irritably, "The Voice of Mi Mi. Drag it out."
Luckily it didn't say cut.
Yue Chenqing hugged her knees and huddled on the handsome seat again, miserably: "You are so cold-blooded and ruthless, I want to tell my father that you didn't treat me kindly."
Mo Xi glanced at him: "You also go out."
Yue Chenqing: "..."
After Yue Chenqing left aggrievedly, Mo Xi sat down in the tent alone, took off the black dragon skin gauntlet, pressed his long pale fingers to the side of his eyebrows, and slowly closed his eyes. In the lamp candle, his complexion seemed to be a bit poor, with a slightly sickly blue and white color, and with the ruthlessness in his eyes that had been pressing all year round, he looked more and more haggard.
He looked very worried.
Not long ago, he received a secret letter from the Chonghua Imperial Capital, which was written by the current Lord Chonghua himself. After receiving the letter, Mo Xi read it over and over three times before finally confirming that he had read it correctly.
Gu Mang was going back to Chonghua.
The letter was now tucked into the front of his shirt, against Mo Xi's heavy and powerful heartbeat, being held by the warmth of the man's arms—Gu Mang was about to return to Chonghua—the news was like thorns stuck in his chest, and it hurt.
Mo Xi frowned, trying his best to suppress his manic depression, but in the end the evil fire still rushed out. He opened his eyes abruptly, and his long legs wrapped in black leather military boots slammed the table in front of him.
"Whoa."
"Ouch, Mo Shuai!" The guards who were guarding outside the tent hurriedly leaned in, fearfully, "You calm down, Young Master Yue is young, and it is human nature to love to play and make troubles. It is because his subordinates are not good at doing things, so they did not stop Young Master Yue. Listening to the play, if you want to be punished, speak up, but don't get angry..."
Mo Xi turned his head abruptly, in the darkness, his eyes were like flames of electricity.
"Get out."
"… "
"No one is allowed to get in without my approval."
"Yes… "
The curtain fell again, and the silence inside and outside was terrifying, except for the whistling of the north wind and snow outside the tent, the movement of soldiers in the distance, the squeaking of military boots on the snow, and the war horses of the spirit beast camp. neigh.
Mo Xi turned his face sideways, lowered his eyes, and stared at the mulberry berries that were rolling down on the ground. Those fruits looked like human heads that had been plucked by Gu Mang himself over the years.
He thought, why did one person do so many cruel things, evil things, and wrong things, betray the country, his comrades, and his best friends, and now he has the courage to come back with a bad reputation, blood debt, and deep hatred.
How could Gu Mang come back with a face.
Mo Xi slowed down for a while, barely calmed down, and then took out the secret letter that he had repeatedly read to rot. The character on the king is handsome, and it is written uprightly:
The Liao Kingdom intends to make a truce with our state, and in order to show sincerity, someone has sent the traitor Gu Mang back to the city.
Gu Mang, as a person who values China for me, once won a lot of trust, but he did not think about paying for his loyalty. Instead, he surrendered to the enemy and betrayed the country because of his own selfishness. In the past five years, he has plundered the city-state of his mother country, destroyed the Antai of his homeland, slaughtered his former colleagues, and abandoned his old relatives and friends. Sins are unforgivable.
Ten days later, Gu Mang is about to return to the city with Jing, and his hatred and grievances are so extensive that he cannot decide alone. Therefore, he urgently writes to all the lords to discuss together. Although Xi and Jun are far away in Guanshan, they are alone. Therefore, I sincerely ask you to see me and do not shirk. .
Wangqing is precious.
Mo Xi stared at the letter for a long time, then suddenly sneered, smiled, a bit of pain and hatred gradually appeared on his face.
This person has committed a felony crime of treason, what reason is there for him to continue to live
The car split in half and the soup worm was killed—
Kill!
he thought bitterly.
Should kill.
However, when he lifted the pen and hung his wrist, halfway through writing the word "kill", his hand trembled, and the ink was wet and silky.
Suddenly, there was a faint sound of Tao Xun from outside the tent. I don't know which corner of the little ghost was homesick.
Mo Xi was stunned for a moment, his dark eyes flickered with an indescribable light - he finally cursed inwardly, threw his pen in front of him, picked up the secret letter, and a flame burst into his palm, burning it to ashes in an instant. .
The little bits of ashes flew up, and Xi Hejun took a breath and condensed the ashes into a butterfly that transmitted thousands of miles.
"Gu Mang was recommended and recommended by his subordinates. He treasonous, his subordinates are to blame. As for the trial, one should avoid suspicion and should not be involved." After a pause, he added in a low voice, "Northern Mo Extinguished, I ask you your best regards."
After he said that, he raised his hand, and the spirit butterfly flew away.
He looked at the place where the butterfly disappeared and thought, "Okay, the entanglement between him and Gu Mang for more than ten years has finally come to an end. Gu Mang killed so many Chonghua sergeants, and it hurt the hearts of the people. Now that rabbits are dead and dogs are cooked, they have been used by the enemy and sent back. It is strange that the civil and military officials in the imperial capital are not in a hurry to take revenge.
It's just that he still has to guard the border for two years, and it seems that he can't see Gu Mang's death sentence.
He slowly closed his eyes, and although his face was emotionless, his nails were deep into his palms.
It's all over.
The old friend had a different way and was unable to return to the world.
Now that we meet again, things are different.
What kind of mood is this? Maybe others will never understand.
Mo Xiku was sitting in the camp, and the face in the empty military tent looked so tired.
After all, he couldn't save Gu Mang from the wrong path.
Enemy, foe, enemy.
This will be the final conclusion of the relationship between the two of them in future history books.
Except for their deities, no one in the world will know that extremely dirty and extremely fragrant secret. That is, these two seemingly strangling opponents—
Actually went to bed.
Yes.
Many years ago, Xi Hejun, who abstained from sex and discipline, once pressed Gu Mang on the bed and violently violated it. The rigorous and ruthless man once lost control on Gu Mang, hot sweat dripped on his chest, and desire stained his pupils.
And what about Gu Mang, the all-powerful and war-torn Gu Mang? Gu Mang used to be dry on Xihejun's bed to the point of tears, and he used to open his soft lips slightly, eager for Mo Shuai's kiss, and indulged Mo Xi on his strong and strong body, leaving bruises and bruises.
They are rivals, and their hatred accumulates, and they are destined to be solved only by death.
But before that, when they haven't changed their way--
The two young men had been so ardently entangled.
The most lustful. Indistinguishable.