Yes, in this direction.
The silver needle of the ring became brighter and brighter with Mo Xi's footsteps.
Mo Xi stopped in front of a small servant's room and took a slightly short breath. He raised his pale and narrow fingers, and the pointer had returned to the pattern of a flying snake - Gu Mang was inside.
Gu Mang was drugged. At this moment, the strongest thing in his heart must be lust, and this room...
Mo Xi's throat twitched.
—This room was the place where he and Gu Mang had the most personal meetings.
Back then, Murong Lian was despicable and shameless. After the First World War, he took away all of Gu Mang's merits on the battlefield. The emperor then gave him a lot of rewards, but Gu Mang was still just a little slave with no name in Wangshu's residence.
After returning from the battlefield, the palace was so deep that you could not see him. So Mo Xi could only restrain, hold back, for a month, two months... Finally, he couldn't hold back any longer. It seemed that Gu Mang couldn't come to him, so Young Master Mo had to bow down to his dignity and come with a straight face. Meet at Wangshu Mansion—
He originally wanted to take a look at Gu Mang on the pretext of discussing military affairs with Murong Lian.
But the housekeeper said that Murong Lian was cultivating behind closed doors in the martial arts field, and he wouldn't be able to come out for a while. If Young Master Mo didn't mind, he might as well go for a walk in the backyard and let the servants follow him.
Mo Xi said calmly, then invite Gu Mang to come, he is an old acquaintance.
This is not a rude request, and it happened that Gu Mang was also idle, so the housekeeper ordered someone to find him. Gu Mang approached the hall, and when he suddenly saw Mo Xi, he was somewhat stunned.
Young Master Mo and Young Master Murong were at odds with each other, and when Mo Xi came to Wangshu Mansion, it was even more surprising than the presence of the old man himself.
The housekeeper instructed him: "Young Master will not come out until an hour later. You should accompany Young Master Mo around the mansion."
Gu Mang said: "...Okay..."
Mo Xi glanced at him and turned his eyes away lightly.
Wangshu Mansion has seven entrances into the mansion, the first five entrances are crowded, and the last two entrances are mainly used for courtyard decoration, planting herbs and herbs, and no servants come here on weekdays.
Mo Xi walked in front, Gu Mang followed behind him, walked back from the front yard, and introduced the scenery of Wangshu Mansion and the layout of the house to Mo Xi along the way.
The two of them were so distant and polite that the guards and servants who walked past them couldn't see any abnormality between them, but only Mo Xi knew how anxious he was at the time.
He clearly wanted to talk to Gu Mang alone, he wanted to look into his eyes, and he wanted to eat this man who was still Murong Lian at the time, leaving no bones and blood.
But he had to endure.
"There is the piano room on the left. The young master will also go there to play the piano in his spare time. There is a five-string coke-tailed paulownia wood piano in the room, which is the relic of the old prince..."
The courtyard went deeper and deeper, and there were fewer and fewer people around, and the heart was getting hotter and hotter, and the blood seemed to be burning.
When he finally walked into the medicine garden, there was no one around. Gu Mang said, "There are seven hundred and sixty-five famous drugs in the pharmacy, among which—"
Nothing was said, because Young Master Mo suddenly stopped in front of him. Gu Mang didn't pay attention and was still walking forward, so he was caught off guard and bumped into his broad back.
Mo Xi looked back at him silently.
"… for what?"
"You..." Mo Xi's face was stern, obviously so eager and so longing, he really stood in front of Gu Mang, looking at Gu Mang's indifferent appearance, but he felt that he was so cheap and could not hold back, so he was rigid. "There's nothing you want to say to me."
Gu Mang pondered for a while, then rubbed his nose and smiled, "Long time no see, son?"
"… "
"Yo, don't stare at me, you know I'm busy. I have to clean the table, chop wood, and catch insects for the cauliflower. These are all very important..."
Mo Xi's face was getting worse and worse, with a poisonous look on his face.
But Gu Mang didn't confirm any real lover relationship with him at that time. When Gu Mang was in the army, he said that this kind of thing was normal. Young people, don't take it too seriously.
The hearts of young people will be broken by this old hooligan. But this rogue is still talking about his "important things" in Wangshu Mansion - as if he is not as important as the dignified Mo family's eldest son is not a broken table in Murong's house. Ling Mo Xi wished he could immediately throw a fireball and smash Murong Lian's desk, what else could Gu Mang wipe!
Gu Mang was still talking endlessly about how much Young Master Murong had on his desk, and what kind of red sandalwood table top could be used as a mirror. Halfway through the conversation, his eyes twirled. By the time he reacted, he had already been pressed by Mo Xi. by the wall.
"you… "
what are you? He didn't finish. The man's tall figure fell down, his cold face turned to the side, holding his waist with one hand and supporting the wall beside his face with the other, bowing his head, his lips involuntarily sealed his whisper.
Mo Xi's kiss was too forceful, as if he wanted to pour out all his desires into the person in his arms, and as if he wanted to devour Gu Mang to the bone, and all his movements were filled with astonishing compulsion. Desire and control. His breathing was so fast, his lips were so warm. Young Master Mo, who was as cold as snow and ice in front of others, was just another person who had nothing to do with him.
"You're crazy... This is Wangshu Mansion..." Gu Mang came back to his senses with his lips entangled, and ruthlessly removed Mo Xi's lock, his wet lips opened and closed, "Someone will see it!"
Gu Mang's hand was too heavy, and Mo Xi didn't plan to resist, so he grunted, but his arm was dislocated by the opponent.
"... I'm relying on it." Gu Mang didn't expect that he didn't defend himself, and he actually succeeded. He was immediately embarrassed, his Adam's apple rolled up and down, and then said, "Okay, you are crazy, I will serve you, I am wrong, okay? , I'll pick it up for you."
He stretched out his hand to connect Mo Xi's bones, but the young master actually avoided him, not letting him touch it. Just staring at him hatefully.
"...Brother, I'm kneeling for you, please let me pick it up, otherwise when the young master comes out and sees that the guest is hurt, ask me how I'm hurt, then what should I say?"
Gu Mang groaned, this guy who was invincible in the smoke of gunpowder actually made people look angry wherever he left the battlefield.
"You can't say that it was me who hit you?"
Mo Xi didn't say a word, but his face was still cold. But looking carefully, there are some extremely dangerous emotions flowing in his eyes. It's just that he was restrained at the moment.
After being stiff for a long time, he suddenly repeated the question stubbornly: "Don't you have anything to say to me?"
"… Have."
"Say."
"Did you get a repeat spell?"
Seeing Mo Xi's face, he hurriedly smiled and said, "Hey, hey! I was wrong, I was wrong!"
Mo Xi said angrily, "Don't touch me! I'll pick it up myself!"
"You won't! Your healing spells and techniques are too bad!"
Mo Xi's face became even worse.
But he was stopped by Gu Mang, Gu Mang smiled, a little happy as if he had succeeded in a prank. Then he suddenly leaned in and kissed Mo Xi on the cheek.
"… "
"Why isn't my princess responding?" Gu Mang rubbed his chin and muttered, "Then give me another kiss."
He gave him a few more kisses for his wickedness, and then Young Master Mo finally reluctantly asked him to give himself a bone. When he came back with a click, it was obviously not very painful, but Mo Xi stared at him, but his eyes were a little wet and red.
"Hey, you..." Gu Mang wanted to take a closer look, but Young Master Mo slapped him on the face, pushing his thick wall away. He turned his eyes and didn't let him see clearly.
After a long silence, Mo Xi turned his face and said, "I haven't seen you for two months."
"No. Twelve days to go."
Mo Xi turned his head and gave him a fierce look.
Gu Mang folded his arms and leaned against the white wall in a relaxed manner, smiling at him, his chin slightly raised.
"Find a place where no one can see." Finally, the young master said with a stern face.
In fact, since we haven't seen each other for so long, it's not one person who can't restrain himself. It's just that Mo Xi used coldness and arrogance to cover up, while Gu Mang's cover was just rogue and meaningless.
But when they hugged and rubbed together, the two young people were both hot and tormented. In the end, Gu Mang led him to an inconspicuous hut. This hint was too obvious. Almost as soon as he entered the door, Gu Mang was pushed heavily against the door. In the dark and windowless hut, there were only men's deep breathing and the sound of kissing and grinding.
Gu Mang opened his eyes, his neck was bitten and kissed, and he breathed heavily in the ups and downs of emotions: "Don't kiss like this, you will be... You will be seen by the young master..."
At this time, it was obviously not a wise act to mention Murong Lian. Mo Xi stopped for a while, as if restraining his own terrible desire, Gu Mang gasped under him for a while. After a few moments of silence, he was suddenly raped turned back on the ground...
The girdle was torn off, and he held Gu Mang against the door. Mo Xi seemed to endure some great grievance. He kissed Gu Mang's cheek and neck without saying a word, and finally fell to Murong Lian. On the lock slave ring branded on him.
This icy black ring seemed to be stinging Mo Xi, telling him that no matter how much he longed, it hurt with longing, and his heart was almost torn apart, the person in his arms was still Murong Lian.
Murong Lian could summon him whenever he wanted. He could torture him any way he wanted, and he could even dominate Gu Mang's life-and-death favor—a chain, strangling his bones and blood, to control his entire life.
He was holding Murong Lian's man.
This kind of jealousy warmed Mo Xi's eyes, causing him to break Gu Mang's cheek even more out of control, making Gu Mang lie on the door panel and kissing him with difficulty. The darkness made the wildfire in his heart blazing, his lips I don't know what kind of intense entanglement, body fluid entangled wetly...
Later, until they were ordered to go out again, Mo Xi would often come to him. Although Wangshu Mansion had forbidden spells, it was nothing to Mo Xi.
Those days were really absurd, and now that he thinks about it, Mo Xi even feels embarrassed at the kind of disregard he had when he was young.
Obviously there is no promise, and no future can be seen.
But it seems that it can be entangled like this for a lifetime, and a heart will never cool down. They have nothing but love, control, possession, all turned into such a flourishing and eager entanglement.
One is the unattainable son, and the other is the humble servant.
The most shocking scandal.
But it is wrapped with the most tender and tender love.
That was their youth.
At this time, in the illusion, Gu Mang was sent here again, and the "dream person" aroused the hidden desire in his heart, so when he pushed the door and entered, what would he see
Mo Xi gritted his teeth and stared at the door that he had seen countless times before.
In this situation now, if he gave Gu Mang more echoes and Gu Mang's thoughts moved, the "dream person" would gain more power and drag Gu Mang even more.
But if he didn't give any response at all, that ghost had given Gu Mang the medicine, and that medicine knew what was going on. to crazy.
... He could only delay as much as possible to maintain Gu Mang's sobriety before the Lord's help arrived.
Mo Xi was silent for a moment, raised his hand, and finally pushed the door open—
Almost instantly, he was shoved against the door by the person inside, and his helpless and manic blue eyes met his in the darkness, and before he could speak, his lips trembled. Living.