He turned his head like in a dream and saw a familiar figure.
Under the tung flowers on Feiyao Terrace, in the moonlight. Looking at him quietly.
But that person wasn't Gu Mang - naturally it couldn't be Gu Mang. Mo Xi, who had recovered, almost sneered in his heart, what was he thinking about.
The person who spoke was a gentle-looking man. He sat in a wooden wheelchair, dressed in plain winter clothes, and covered his crippled legs and feet with a thin pink-colored blanket.
Mo Xi was slightly surprised: "Elder Qingxu?"
Elder Qingxu, Jiang Yexue. He is Yue Chenqing's brother.
It's different from Yue Chenqing, a carefree silly boy. Jiang Yexue's life was very difficult. His mother went early, and later he was expelled from the Yue family because he insisted on marrying the daughter of the criminal minister.
At that time, neither he nor the girl had much money or silk. Their marriage was very simple, and due to the coercion of the Yue family, only a few people insisted on going—including Mo Xi and Gu Mang.
Mo Xi gave them a small courtyard. Gu Mang was dumbfounded when he saw the title deed, and then said to Jiang Yexue, "Brother, I'm very poor, I can't afford this. Everyone laughed, Gu Mang puffed out his cheeks in the laughter, and played the song "Feng Qiuhuang" to them with a suona.
But the good times did not last long, Jiang Yexue joined the army with his wife, and the war was ruthless. First he took his wife, and later his legs.
Mo Xi didn't know how this man survived. Fortunately, Jiang Yexue was soft on the outside and firm on the inside, but he finally regained his energy and sought the position of an elder in the Cultivation Academy to teach the art of refining. But this move actually angered his biological father. The Yue family is the number one craftsman in Chonghua. Yue Juntian ordered the Xiuzhen Academy to remove Jiang Yexue from his teaching position—
"This rebel who was expelled from the Yue family doesn't have our surname anymore, so what face does he have to rely on the Yue family's ability to eat!"
The palace lord couldn't beat Yue Juntian, so he had no choice but to resign Jiang Yexue.
Mo Xi saw it at the time and decided to find him a seat in his military aircraft office. Unexpectedly, before he could speak, the palace lord of the Xiuzhen Academy actually begged his grandfather to tell his grandmother to invite Jiang Yexue to go back. The old man’s ear raised his face.”
As for who the dead old friend is, it is still a mystery in Chonghua.
Jiang Yexue knew that she hated seeing each other with the Yue family. In the past, such a feast would never happen. That's why Mo Xi was so surprised to see him.
"How did you come?"
"I..." Jiang Yexue said, "I'll come and see Chenqing."
"… "
When Jiang Yexue left, Yue Chenqing was still young, and many things can't be remembered so clearly now, but the elder brother couldn't let go of this younger brother.
Although Yue Chenqing didn't recognize him, to be honest, she didn't embarrass him like the rest of the Yue family.
"I want to come and see you, too." Jiang Yexue paused and smiled, "I can't see your figure left and right, I think it's because it's too noisy inside and you can't stand it. So I came to the stage to look for you, and I was shocked. I guessed it right, you're really blowing here."
"If you want to find me, it's fine to have a successor with a message. Why do you need to come out yourself. The wound on your leg doesn't look like a cold, and I'll take you back."
"It's okay, it's been a long time since I didn't hurt." Jiang Yexue said, "I came to thank you. Chenqing is ignorant, thanks to you for taking care of him for the past two years."
Mo Xi was silent for a while, and then said, "It's not a bad thing to keep my younger brother young and having fun. Besides, he has actually grown a lot after being abroad for two years."
Jiang Yexue smiled gently: "Really? Didn't he cause trouble for you?"
"...It's just a little bit, it's still a lot of help."
Jiang Yexue sighed and nodded: "Okay, that's fine."
After a moment of silence, the breeze blowing the tassels of Feiyaotai slowly drifted.
Jiang Yexue suddenly said, "Xihe-Jun, you have been out of the country for a long time, so you probably don't know much about what happened in the imperial capital."
He has always been smart, transparent, and very understanding.
"It's too noisy in the hall, and I don't want to go back for a while. If Xi and Jun have anything you want to know, just ask me."
"...I don't want to know anything in particular." Mo Xi turned his head to look at the imperial capital where the moon was full of stars, and thousands of households fell into the stars, "I have no relatives in the city."
Jiang Yexue knew that he was awkward, and looked at him without rushing, just nodded.
After a while, Mo Xi coughed lightly, and really began to ask, "How are you all these years?"
Jiang Yexue smiled and said, "It's good."
"How about your Majesty?"
"Everything is going well for him."
"Princess Mengze?"
"Wan An."
Mo Xi: "...That's good."
Jiang Yexue's eyes were filled with indeterminate shades of color: "Is there anything else you want to know?"
"Gone."
But after a while, Mo Xi drank the last bit of residual wine in the cup, looked at the bright night, and finally couldn't help but ask a question.
"Where's Gu Mang?... How is he?"
Jiang Yexue looked at him as if she was sighing, "Oh, you've gone through so many detours, and finally mentioned him." Said: "Naturally it's not good."
"..." Mo Xi was silent for a while, then nodded slightly, his throat was a little dry, "I think so too."
"If you want, go see him. After living in such a bullying place for so long, he... has already changed a lot."
Mo Xi was stunned for a moment, but did not respond for a while, and asked with a frown, "Where?"
Jiang Yexue didn't expect him to react like this, she opened her eyes slightly, and was stunned: "You don't know?"
"What do I know?"
Jiang Yexue: "..."
Neither of them spoke any more. A burst of hilarious laughter suddenly erupted in the hall, and drunken men and women were projected between the window grilles, and their silhouettes overlapped and messed up.
Mo Xi reacted abruptly, his eyes widened all of a sudden: "He wouldn't have been sent—"
"...He has been in Luomei Bieyuan for two years..." Jiang Yexue did not expect that Yue Chenqing would not reveal such an important matter. The result was that he told Mo Xi himself, and he couldn't help feeling a little uneasy.
And Mo Xi's face instantly turned blue.
Luomei Bieyuan…
where is that? Qinglou Fengyuechang!
In one day, the blood and bones of the people who are sold can be eaten up. Warm people go in beyond recognition, and fierce people go in and burn jade.
They actually sent him to that place
They actually put him... put him...
Mo Xi's throat twitched. The first time, he didn't say a word, and the second time he said with difficulty: "...Wang Shujun arranged it?"
Jiang Yexue paused, sighed and nodded: "You know, Wang Shu-jun hates him."
Mo Xi was silent, then turned his head away suddenly, looking at the vast night in front of him, and didn't say a word again.
—
Since Gu Mang was escorted back to Chonghua two years ago, he had imagined a lot of what would happen to Gu Mang.
At that time, he didn't know what the punishment waiting for Gu Mang was. He thought that if Gu Mang was locked in the sky prison, he might go over to take a look, and then said a few words sarcastically. If Gu Mang became a crippled person, he wouldn't sympathize with him, and he might even stumble upon him.
Even if there was something soft between them, after so many years, the hatred has accumulated too deep, and they can no longer reconcile.
The only time Mo Xi thought about the situation where he could drink a pot of wine with him calmly was in the cemetery, with Gu Mang lying inside and he standing outside, he might still talk to him the same way he used to, in Qingshi. In front of the tombstone is a bunch of red peony flowers transformed from spiritual power.
That was at least the fulfillment of their last parting that they never quarreled about.
But from a long time ago, Gu Mang was good at bringing all kinds of accidents to Mo Xi. Mo Xi didn't expect that even this time it would be the same—
Falling Plum Garden.
Mo Xi was tormenting these four words in his heart. He thought about these four words over and over again, trying to extract a little bit of comfort from them.
But in the end, he found that he was just doing nothing, and he was not able to draw any joy from it. On the contrary, he felt disgusted and angry.
He didn't know where his disgust and anger came from, shouldn't it be very pleasing to the people
"..." Mo Xi rested his elbows on the carved railings. He wanted to bend his fingers, but he was extremely numb. He turned his head to look at Jiang Yexue's facial features, but felt that it was indescribable.
Dizziness before my eyes, stomach cramps.
Gu Mang was sent to Luomei Garden.
It has been two years.
Mo Xi felt that he should laugh wildly at the moment, this is the right way, and it is in line with the deep hatred between the two of them in people's eyes, so he did twist his lips and teeth to try to pry out a little comfort.
But in the end, there was only a sneer, and it fell from the teeth of Sensenbei thinly.
There seemed to be a flash of the delicate face in the sunlight when we first met him, and he looked at him with a smile with dark eyes: "Hello, Junior Brother Mo."
It seemed that Gu Mang's splendid appearance after joining the army had flashed again, and he was bustlingly among a group of friends. He turned back and blinked at Mo Xi. The ends of his eyes were very long, slightly upward, and then a gentle arc opened, and he smiled genuinely.
He also remembered the words Gu Mang said after he became the commander-in-chief—
There is a grinning glib tone: "Come on, at present, join the army and become the king's eighth, and next year will be promoted to make a fortune."
There was an angry shout from the mountain of corpses and the sea of blood: "Come on, let's go, all those who are not dead, please cheer me up and get up! I'll take you home!"
And persistently knelt in front of the Golden Throne Hall and asked the Lord not to bury his soldiers in a hurry: "I want to ask the pharmacists to identify those corpses... Please, this is not a useless effort, every soldier's tombstone should have a name on it. You have a surname, Your Majesty, I don't want a brother who can't go home in the end."
"They recognized me as the coach. I am a ghost. I will bring them back. I promised."
"They don't want Ai Rong, they just want a name that should have been there."
And the angry howl that burst into tears in front of the hall at the end—
"Should slaves die? Shouldn't slaves be buried?!"
"They both bleed and died! They have no father or mother, and in the end they don't have a title. Why should the Yue family and the Mo family's Murong family be heroes when they die, and my brothers will only have one hole to fill when they die. Bury?! Why!!"
That was the first time Gu Mang cried in front of the hall.
He didn't cry on his knees, he was hunched, hunched, squatting and crying.
Just after the battle, the blood on his body had not been washed, and his face was full of smoky marks, and mottled marks were wiped off by tears.
This God of War, who always represented hope on the battlefield, was beaten back to his humble original form in the Golden Temple, like a nameless corpse.
Mandian civil and military clothes were solemn, and many people looked at this poor general with disgust, his clothes were ragged and foul smelling.
He choked and howled like a dying beast.
"I said I was going to bring them back..."
"Do your best, let me keep the promise..."
But you probably know it's useless.
In the end, he stopped begging and stopped crying.
Just repeating, his eyes are almost distracted, and he seems to be whispering to the wandering soul: "I'm sorry, it's my fault, I'm not worthy of being your coach."
"I'm just a slave too..."
Mo Xi only felt a splitting headache when these sentences fell back into his memory bit by bit. He couldn't help but raise his forehead with his hand, and put his face under the shadow of his hand, and it was icy cold.
The heart is clammy.
Jiang Yexue said, "Xi He-jun... Are you okay?"
No one answered, and after a long time, a voice with no emotion, lukewarm, swam out of the shadows: "Okay. Why not."
Jiang Yexue looked at him and sighed: "How many years have you and I known each other, why do you have to stand in front of me?"
Mo Xi: "..."
The copper bells at the corners of the eaves jingled, and the slender bright yellow tassels fluttered in the wind.
"The names of you and Gu Mang have always been mentioned together in the past. They practiced spells together in the Xiuzhen Academy, went to the battlefield together, and were later banned together." Jiang Yexue said, "Now, you He is still aloof, but he has fallen into the dust. After so many years of equal fame, the two jewels of the state and the state in people's mouths, but now you are the only one left, and I don't think you will be happy."
He paused, then turned to look at Mo Xi.
"Besides, he used to be your best friend."
Mo Xi drooped his thick long eyelashes, and replied after a while, "... I was blind when I was young."
"But after he betrayed the country, you still believed in him for a long time. You believed in him for a long time."
"I'm quite blind." Mo Xi said, looking at the cup in his hand, there was still a dab of wine left, glowing with glow, he no longer wanted to continue this conversation.
"It's windy. Elder Qingxu, let's go back to the main hall."
A few days after learning of Gu Mang's whereabouts, Mo Xi was always restless.
He originally wanted to restrain this undeserved emotion, but as time went on, his irritability increased.
Mo Xi knew that he was suffering from a heart disease.
Only Luomei Bieyuan has that heart medicine.
Finally, on a certain night, when the twilight was deep, a carriage with Shen Yesha draped slowly drove towards the north of the imperial capital.
Mo Xi sat in the carriage, closed his eyes and closed his eyes. Even though there were curtains all around him and he was the only one inside, he still kept his back straight, his handsome face was almost extravagant without any expression, and his sternness was terrifying. .
"Lord, the place is here."
Mo Xi did not get off the carriage directly, but lifted the curtain and glanced out from the shadows.
At this time, the night market was at its busiest. Outside the gate across the street, two rows of flamboyant ninety-nine plum lanterns were lit with spiritual energy, reflecting the red plaques hanging high—
Falling Plum Garden.
"Xiaofeng is frosty and clear is better than snow, and it falls into the dust and mud at one time."
It is different from the ordinary fat powder field. A large part of it are prisoners of war obtained by Chonghua, who have been abolished with their spiritual cores, and have since become prisoners.
"Lord, do you want to go in?"
Mo Xi glanced at it and saw several acquaintances, and they were all the kind of playboys that he usually disliked, so he frowned and said, "Go through the back door."
The carriage and horse stopped at the back door of Luomei Bieyuan.
"You go back, you don't have to stay here."
After instructing the driver in the mansion, he stood there and looked at the terrain several times, then tiptoed a little, swept up to the corner of the eaves, and quietly sneaked into the night.
Before he came, he had seen the filing drawings of Luomei Bieyuan, so it was not difficult to find the residences of the little aunts, and soon, he came to the side courtyard. He put on a cloak and entered through the main entrance of the Flower Pavilion like an ordinary guest, walking past the rows of rooms with vermilion lacquered doors closed.
"Sa Xuerou, the Holy Maiden of Wanku and Fire"
"Wanku Servant Fire Maid Qin Feng"
"Tang Zhen, Lieutenant General of the Left Army of the Liao Kingdom"
"Blood Rain Left Army Female Officer Lin Huarong"
There is such a small wooden sign hanging by each door, on which is written in detail the former state of these people, the official positions they held, and their names. of customers to find a most suitable catharsis object.
If there are guests inside, the name on the sign is red, and if there are no guests inside, the words on the sign are black.
In Luomei Bieyuan, the nobles are heaven, as long as they are happy, they can do anything.
The smiles, the flattery, the flesh of those men and women. Even the lives of each of them are picked by you.
Mo Xi glanced at him, the hem of his clothes fluttered, and he walked through rows of corridors. The sound insulation here was not good. The movement of men and women in the room was really distinct. Faster and faster—where is Gu Mang? After walking through dozens of rooms, I still didn't see the sign.
Go to the second floor and look again.
Finally, at a remote corner, Mo Xi stopped.
Dark wooden sign with thin handwriting.
"Chonghua traitor Gu Mang"
In the entire courtyard, there was the only card with the word "Chonghua" signed.
Mo Xi's eyes seemed to be heavy and heavy, and fell on the small sign. At that moment, something in his black eyes seemed to be ignited, and it burned darkly. But that light quickly went out.
He raised his hand and stopped when his knuckles were an inch away from the door.
He suddenly realized that the words on Gu Mang's card were red.
have a guest.
The author has something to say: The vastness will be online tomorrow~~~
Mo Xi: Seeing him in a place like this is better than not seeing him.
Boundless: Shut up for me! ! ! I'm going to play! ! ! I want! ! ! ! Appear! ! ! I want!
Mo Xi: ... Okay, I'll give you whatever you want. Stop it.