In a blink of an eye, it has been two years since the army in the north was guarding the border.
A hundred thousand troops camped by the mallard water, spent the evening, and hurried another day tomorrow, before returning home in fine clothes. The monks buried their pots and cooked rice, dressed their horses and washed their clothes. The water of the river was shimmering with the sunset glow, illuminating the spirit beasts lying on the bank of the river, as well as the men bathing with clean water in the shoal.
"Hey, rub my back, I'll go home tomorrow, I'm like a mud monkey, my mother has to scold me to death."
"Brother, shave my face for a while, I'm not good at shaving myself."
A group of people were laughing and laughing at the shallow bay, laughing at each other, complimenting each other, and their brows and eyes couldn't hold back the sweetness.
The line in the hands of the loving mother, the person in the dream of the spring boudoir, and the return of the wandering child, those who should be filial to their filial piety, and those who should marry their wives have their own expectations.
In the entire army, probably only Mo Xi did not look forward to it.
His parents are dead and he has no concubines. The entire Chonghua Emperor was looking forward to his return, but none of the lights in the house were reserved for him alone.
Therefore, there is no warmth in his eyes, only the embers of the silent war in the past few years.
"Xihe-Jun, you'll be back in the city tomorrow, and you can see Princess Mengze again." Yue Chenqing just finished taking a shower, and came up from the river beach. When she saw Mo Xi, he said with a smile, "I wish you all the best—"
"If you want me to kick you back into the river, go on."
Yue Chenqing shut up and bowed to Mo Xi reverently: "...Mo Shuai, I think you can probably become a Buddha in this lifetime."
Mo Xi ignored him and stood by the river, looking at Handai in the distant mountains.
For two years, he had not returned to his hometown for thousands of days and nights, so he really didn't know how Princess Mengze was doing.
And Gu Mang...
Mo Xi's eyes dimmed slightly.
Two years ago, Gu Mang was sent back to the capital by the Wanku Kingdom as a gift for peace talks, but the moment he entered the city, there was a riot—
"Hahaha, as soon as the city gate opened and the escort team came in, we were all dumbfounded when we saw what the famous Gu Shuai looked like."
"It's absolutely amazing! That scene, I will never forget it!"
Mo Xi still didn't know what the scene was, but he only knew that there seemed to be something wrong with Gu Mang's body.
But what does "a little problem" mean
Are you missing an arm or a leg? Blind eyes or dumb mouth
He didn't know.
His identity position should not inquire about this kind of thing. Besides, he was usually too aloof and cold, and the soldiers were in awe of him. As soon as he appeared, the monks who were still chatting would shut up and saluted him in a proper manner: "Commander Mo."
Mo Xi couldn't say anything, so he nodded, stood for a while, and then walked away coldly.
Yue Chenqing had whispered in his ear a few times, but Yue Chenqing didn't speak in tune, and the content of what he said was different ten times. Mo Xi was bored and never asked, so he still didn't know Gu Gu. What the hell is the situation.
All he knew was that Gu Mang wasn't dead.
And that's enough.
At night, Mo Xi was alone in the tent, listening to the whistling of the wind outside and the chattering of water birds, and he couldn't sleep.
Most of his previous expeditions were with Gu Mang. Even if not together, as long as he returns to court, Gu Mang will wait for him outside the city first.
He couldn't help but remember those pasts. How did things get to where they are today
In fact, now that I think about it, everything has been foreshadowed.
When he first met Gu Mang, Gu Mang was still a slave, but this slave had a lot of armor and ambition.
Gu Mang always wanted to do something big.
It is a pity that the blood of Kyushu is the most important in the world. Although the old monarch took pity on his talent and made an exception to give him the position of commander-in-chief, but after the old lord died, the new monarch did not take Gu Mang, who was born as a "cheap", in his eyes.
He suspected him, doubted him, and cut his power.
He even did something that Gu Mang could no longer bear.
Mo Xi watched him fall into the abyss with his own eyes.
He once persuaded Gu Mang as a close friend, and once quarreled with Gu Mang as a colleague. At that time, they were both in the military agency, Gu Mang was in a low mood and was absent from work all day long. When Mo Xi found him, he was listening to music and drinking in the brothel, resting on the soft thigh of a maiko, when he saw Mo Xi approaching, he closed a pair of star-moving eyes, looked over with a half-smile, and said: " Xihe-kun, here we come."
Mo Xi was almost insane. He slammed the door aside, strode into the wing, and slapped Gu Mang amid the exclamations of the crowd, saying, "Are you going to go on like this for the rest of your fucking life?"
Gu Mang was drunk, he grinned and put his arms around his neck, and asked affectionately, "Yeah, Young Master Mo, do you want to be rotten with me?"
"Go away!"
Gu Mang laughed.
He said, it doesn't matter, after all, you are a gentry, and I am a slave.
I know you think I'm dirty.
I also know that no matter how hard the army under me works, how much blood is spilled and how many people die, it is not worth mentioning in the eyes of today's emperor. Who makes us not worthy of practicing the Dharma? Although we are from humble backgrounds, we have to force it.
Later, Gu Mang was sent away from the capital by the emperor, but he never came back to return.
People once thought that he died unexpectedly, and there were still many girls who loved him weeping and sad for him at that time.
But one day, a military report suddenly came from the front line saying that Gu Mang was seen in the Liaoguo army formation.
Gu Mang surrendered to the enemy.
The scandal was like wildfire burning all over China, everyone's anger was ignited, only Mo Xi's heart seemed to freeze.
He doesn't believe it.
He never believed it. until you see it with your own eyes.
It was on the misty and vast Dongting Lake, and the water beasts slaughtered vertically and horizontally. Liao Guo's tactics were so familiar that it broke his heart—he had seen this kind of monster-like, treacherous and lethal style of play countless times.
On the sand table played by Gu Mang in the past, in the brilliant battles of the Eighth Army.
Mo Xi and the general in charge of the battle at that time said that they must all retreat and cannot fight again. Otherwise, this striker will be buried at the bottom of the lake today.
"You are not Gu Mang's opponent."
The head coach didn't listen: "What kind of thing is Gu Mang. The yellow-haired boy, the blood of a cheap slave, can I, a pure-blooded progeny, still be unable to beat him?!"
The old aristocrat with a lot of gray beard looked arrogant, and he ignored Gu Mang.
So the war raged.
In the past, under the leadership of Gu Mang, the king's division, who was invincible in a hundred battles, was for the first time defeated in front of the Liao Kingdom's warship. The spirit boats exploded one by one, and the water monsters slaughtered out from the bottom of the lake and killed the monks. The fire burned red to the sky, and the blood was reflected in the water.
Amidst the grief of defeat, Mo Xi, riding his sword alone, came to the main ship of the Liao Kingdom.
The fire was burning, and the black smoke kept rising. The Liao Kingdom is a country of magic cultivation. The monks' spells are vicious and vicious. Hundreds of them want to kill Mo Xi—
"All stop."
A familiar voice sounded. In the cabin of the building ship, a figure swayed and walked out of the dark part of the cabin.
He saw Gu Mang again.
Gu Mang's skin was darker than before, and his physique was stronger, but his eyes had not changed, they were black and bright, as if they could see through all the tricks in the world. He was topless, his lean waist was wrapped in several bands of bandages, a black smock was draped over his shoulders, and a blood-stained scarf was casually tied around his forehead - it was torn from the head of the sacrificed Chonghua King's soldiers and soldiers. .
He leaned on the side of the boat, squinting at the front, and then smiled: "Xi and Jun, we haven't seen each other for a long time."
The fishy wind was agitating.
Mo Xi finally saw this traitor with his own eyes. This rogue thief.
How could this be-
He once thought that the Liao Kingdom was a country that only advocated the extreme brutality of warfare. Gu Mang's nature is pure and kind, so even if he leaves Chonghua, he shouldn't go to the territory of Liao Kingdom.
But now...
He closed his eyes, his Adam's apple rolled, and after a while he uttered two words: "Gu Mang..."
"Um?"
Mo Xi's voice was low, but there was some repressed trembling, "...you just screwed yourself up to this point."
Gu Mang laughed in the blazing light of the flames, the black hair that fell to the side of his face fluttered slightly, and he spread out his palms almost in a graceful manner: "Is there something wrong?"
"… "
"I think it's pretty good, Liaoguo Shangcai. Even if the black demons cultivated are unjust, everyone is fair."
Gu Mang said, and pointed to the one-word scarf with a blue background and a gold edge on his forehead.
"This kind of scarf of a pure-blood nobleman, no matter how much I die in your country, and how much fame I have built. Because of my background, I will never get it. ... Do you know that kind of exhaustion?"
Gu Mang smiled.
"I can not be reconciled."
Mo Xi said angrily, "It's a ribbon only for the sons of heroes sacrificed by ancestors, you take it off!"
Gu Mang touched the blood-stained silk belt and said with great interest, "Really? It was worn by a very young cultivator. My men cut his head with a knife. I think this belt is exquisitely crafted and beautiful. It's a pity to wear it on a dead person's head, so I use it to play, what's the matter, you want it too?"
He rolled up a sinister smile, "You should have one yourself, why are you robbing me."
Mo Xi was almost furious, and said sharply, "Pick it!"
Gu Mang was sweet, but his tone was very dangerous: "Xihe-Jun, why are you not polite at all when you are alone in the siege. Do you really think that I will miss my old relationship and dare not kill you?"
A black magic bayonet shrouded in black mist gathers in his hand.
Gu Mang said: "Today's Dongting Lake has buried almost all the vanguards of your country. Mo Xi, although you are powerful, you are still a lieutenant. , if he doesn't come to beg for mercy, you are in danger."
"… "
Gu Mang smiled and said, "Do you want to be buried with Chonghua soldiers who died in battle?"
Mo Xi didn't answer, was silent for a moment, and walked towards him.
"… "
The boots stamped mottled marks on the wet deck. Mo Xi finally said, "Gu Mang. I know that Chonghua owes you, and I owe you too."
"You have done too much for me, so today, I will not do anything with you."
Gu Mang sneered: "You try it."
"You ask me if I want to be buried with the soldiers who died today. ... If I die, I can leave Liao Kingdom for you." Step by step, "That's good. I'll give you my life."
Gu Mang stopped smiling, and stared at him with dark eyes: "... I will really kill you."
"..." Mo Xi didn't say a word about this, only glanced at the blood stains on the blue gold silk belt in front of Gu Mang's forehead, then slowly moved his eyes down and landed on Gu Mang's face, "Then kill. After that. Remember to look back."
This was Mo Xi's last attempt to catch him.
The white eagle flies over the mast, the bayonet gleams—
Muffled sound.
Blood gurgled from the wound.
The cold blade pierces the heart--suddenly and ruthlessly torn!
"I said I would kill you."
The bayonet was still in Mo Xi's flesh and blood. Gu Mang paused for a while, then suddenly twisted his lips and sneered, "What kind of thing are you, why are you arguing with me? Do you think that if you die, I will feel guilty and turn back? Don't be stupid!"
He raised his neck, looked down, and sighed: "When you are a general and a soldier, and you are born as a human, you can't miss the old feelings too much."
He said, leaning over slowly, kneeling on one knee, one elbow resting on his knee leisurely, the other hand holding the bloody bayonet, and sneeringly drew it out.
Blood splattered!
Gu Mang pressed against it with the tip of the bloody knife and raised Mo Xi's face.
"Don't think I don't know what idea you are fighting. Xihejun, you really don't want to fight with me. You are willing to bet my conscience with your life knowing that you have no chance of winning."
The placket of the shirt slowly faded to bright red, but Mo Xi didn't feel any pain at that moment.
Just feel cold.
Really cold…
He closed his eyes.
no.
If I could, I never thought I'd do it with you.
Once, the light was given by you, the heat was given by you, and all the blood running in the heart was because of you.
I wouldn't be where I am today without you.
Gu Mang said indifferently, "I'm sorry for disappointing you."
"… "
"Mo Xi. If I were you and I'm in a desperate situation today, I'd rather bet that I can die, and I wouldn't be like you, naively trying to persuade my opponent to turn back."
"You and I are brothers, this is the last thing I can teach you."
The last scene Mo Xi remembered before he lost consciousness was that the monks from the Liao Kingdom came from the water with swords, and hurriedly shouted: "Gu Shuai, there are reinforcements from the northeast, it is Mengze's army of medicine cultivators, you see—"
Before he could finish his words, Mo Xi couldn't hold it any longer, he leaned forward abruptly, and fell on the blood-stained deck.
In this bloody battle, Chonghua confirmed that the traitor Gu Mang had transferred to the Liao Kingdom and was working for the darkest country in the Kyushu Continent. The old coach and supervisor made a mistake, the army suffered heavy losses, and there were less than a hundred survivors of the 10,000 strikers.
Gu Mang stabbed him in the chest, but he didn't stop there.
According to what Gu Mang said a long time ago—before he left Wangcheng—
"Mo Xi, the way up has been blocked for me. I have nowhere to go, so I can only touch hell."
After he finished speaking, he asked Xiao Er for a jar of wine.
After patting open the sealant, Gu Mang filled it with a smile, one for himself and one for Mo Xi.
"Dang" the bowls collided, the hops splashed all over, and Gu Mang's eyes sparkled, "Please have another drink, your brother Gu Mang is going to be a bad guy from now on."
At that time, Mo Xi shook his head, feeling that he was too serious, and he spoke like a joke.
He has known this brother for so many years, and his heart is so soft that he is unwilling to trample even an ant to death. How could such a pure-hearted boy become a bad person.
The results of it? Chizi's men killed his comrade.
And Chiko himself nearly killed him.
- "Fortunately, Princess Mengze arrived in time to save you. That bayonet is Liaoguo Shenwu, quenched with demonic poison. I'm afraid it won't work if it's later. You will have scars on your chest, and you will need to rest in peace for the next few months. keep… "
Mo Xi didn't listen to what the Yaoxiu at the back said. He looked down at the bandage wrapped around his chest. The carrion had been dug out, but there was something else that was gouged out from the flesh and blood chest along with the carrion. , makes him feel empty, hurt, unwilling, and hated.
It wasn't until later that Gu Mang was sent back to the old capital because of his evil retribution.
Mo Xi felt that the scar on his chest finally stopped bleeding.
But it still hurts.
After many years, on the eve of the North Army's return to the court, Mo Xi, who could not sleep, sat alone in the tent, with his fingers in front of his brow bone, and the pads of his fingers brushed his wet eyes unconsciously.
He turned his face away, and the faint candlelight flowed out from the silk gauze-covered lampstand, and closed his eyes on his cold, angular profile.
Gu Mang…
Gu Mang.
There is no doubt that he is a good minister, he is a rebel, he hates him so much, and he knows he is guilty.
But while his eyelashes were trembling, he seemed to have seen Gu Mang from the school era, with a grinning face that was both righteous and evil. When he was happy, he would show a tiger's tooth, and his eyes were brighter than any stars he had ever seen. The sun was shining at that time, and the elders had long words. And Gu Mang was lying on the table, secretly writing a yellow book written and acted by himself, and was proud that all the girls in the yellow book loved him.
At that time they didn't know what kind of tomorrow they would have.
small theater:
Gu Mangmang: When can I stop living in dialogue/memories/lines/wedges? !
Mo Xi: When you are good.
Gu Mangmang: I have always been so fucking good!
Mo Xi: Pay attention to the words you use.
Gu Mangmang: Lao Tzu is a military ruffian. If I don’t say Lao Tzu, do I want to say other people
Mo Xi: If you are not obedient, you will lock up another chapter.
Gu Mangmang: Big Brother, Boss, Master and Husband, Your Majesty, Sweetheart Ancestor, you can call me whatever you want, and it's easy to discuss anything...
Mo Xi: Yes. Then you call a bed.
Gu Mangmang: ? ?