Mo Xi had a splitting headache, but he still gritted his teeth to free him, and said in a low voice, "Don't worry about it. You sit down for me."
"Why do you want to mention his father during the festival?" Gu Mang didn't listen. He wondered if it was Mo Xi's delusion. In those empty blue eyes, there was an anger he had never seen before. Gu Mang clenched Mo Xi's wrist tightly, as if he felt guilty and wanted to atone for it. Never let go.
"Don't you know that his father passed away very early? Why - to make people sad?"
The old people couldn't hang their faces, and said vicious words: "You disgusting evil beast, you dare to collide with the nobles in the palace?!"
"Come on when your brain is broken? Go away! There's no place for you to talk!"
Gu Mang didn't roll, he stared at them, suddenly raised his hand and ripped open his neckline, revealing the lock slave ring on his pale neck. Wearing such a shameful brand, he stood in front of Mo Xi with such a powerful gesture.
Seeing his appearance, the onlookers were even in a trance for a moment.
It seems that the beasts of the altar who used to swallow mountains and rivers to guide the country to deceive people and deceive ghosts and swallow the world have returned to this tattered shell.
Gu Mang said, "I am the servant of the Xihe House. He is my master."
Mo Xi was so dizzy that he was about to fall to the ground. He could barely stand by his will. He closed his eyes and said solemnly, "Gu Mang, give it to me..."
Before Gun could say anything, Gu Mang interrupted him.
"This jar of wine, I'll drink it for him."
He said, and imitated Mo Xi's previous appearance, and slapped the seal with a sullen face, but before he started drinking, he was kicked in the chest by the angry old noble: "Didn't you learn the rules?!"
The wine jar fell to the ground and shattered all over the floor.
The son of the old noble died in the previous confrontation with Gu Mang, so his face was bloodshot with anger, and he pointed at Gu Mang with trembling hands: "You, you thief of the country! There is no way to atone for his sins!! What are you talking about standing here!!!"
The situation was actually out of control by now, but everyone didn't know how to persuade them for a while. As for the pervert who is afraid that the world will not be chaotic, he probably thinks that New Year's Eve is just ordinary eating, drinking and drinking.
Gu Mang is also a ruthless person.
When he has no consciousness, he can still ignore it.
But now he has regained some memories, and also knows some of his debts to Mo Xi in the past. His consciousness is mixed with instinct, which makes him uncompromising in his aura, even though this refusal is so outrageous.
Gu Mang pointed at Mo Xi and said, "I was wrong. But he didn't."
"… "
"You group of people bullying him is shameless."
Mo Xi's eyes became more and more dizzy, he stopped him in a low voice: "Gu Mang, don't..."
Gu Mang turned his head and glanced at him with clear blue eyes: "I'm sorry. I know why you said I was dirty before. You are a good person. I won't let them bully you."
After that, he turned his head and stared at those old things.
"Come on, you guys..." He thought about it for a while, but couldn't think of a suitable word for a while, so he said casually, "Flower picker!"
"..."
Your Majesty: "Pfft!"
Originally, the sword was drawn, but when the people around heard Gu Mang actually saying such a word, they couldn't help laughing out loud, Yue Chenqing spit out the wine directly, patted the table and laughed loudly, "Hahahahaha!! !"
But the faces of those old men became more and more unbearable, and they were about to hit people when they raised their hands. These people were really mad.
Mo Xi blinked his eyes hard and shook his head.
His mind was a mess, and there was only one instinct, a bright line. He remembered the red lotus blood curse on Gu Mang's neck, and when he saw the appearance of Gu Mang being beaten by these people, he suddenly felt a strong sense of unwillingness and pain.
Why
Why does everyone he likes end up in such a fragmented state? His father died early, Meng Ze was seriously ill, and Gu Mang was never the same again... Is he the life-lord Gusha
"Don't hit him..." Mo Xi's eyes were bloodshot, and a vague whisper came from his throat. Fortunately, his whisper was very light and no one heard him.
Just like the earth he had begged for a long time, no one could reach the sky or reach the ground below. No one believed or knew his sincerity.
"You... don't hit... him."
He almost choked up, and hugged Gu Mang, who was forced to run away almost obscenely with his head in his arms. His hands were shaking, his voice was shaking, and the world in his eyes was wet and shaking.
He was so drunk that he was not sober, and the intention of his actions was also very vague. Although he was subconsciously protecting Gu Mang, the others did not see anything unusual. They only said that there was a fight here, and Xi and Jun were also implicated. Go in, some discoloration for a while. But when they looked up at the king, the king still didn't stop drinking, holding a berry in his hand, squinting at the mess, as if thinking.
The first ones who couldn't hold back were several high-ranking officers of the Northern Army.
Just kidding, the stepfather is also the father, we live and die together, why is it so embarrassing for others? They didn't bother to gamble anymore, so they hurried over and smirked.
"Oh, Yongle-jun calm down."
"Don't get angry, Lord Xinghe, it's a big New Year's Eve."
While persuading him, he gave a few old nobles a black fist.
Where are those old aristocrats who are the opponents of these military ruffians, and they were tidied up and docile in no time. But the remaining few who had a blood feud with Gu Mang, at this time, completely lost their minds, regardless of their status, regardless of the occasion, and twisted Gu Mang to fight, shouting furiously: "You should be damned! Why don't you? Go to hell!"
Princess Mengze couldn't stand it anymore. She was worried that Mo Xi would be injured in the chaos, so she disregarded Yanping's dissuasion and came to persuade him. But where are those old men willing to listen
The pain of losing a child, the blood feud... When I was awake, I had been trying my best to suppress it, but at this moment, it was caught off guard, and there was no princess or princess in their eyes.
"The surname is Gu! Listen to me the fuck! No one cares what your mind is about, it's no use if you forget! You are a murderer! A traitor!! You are going to hell forever!! All the dead are looking at you!! They are all looking at you!!!"
Gu Mang's heart suddenly trembled.
All the dead are looking at him... just like in Soulcaller, isn't it
They were all looking at him and begging for his life.
"Why don't you die!!! I hope that you will die early!!!"
"Wild dog beast without father and mother!"
All lost.
Stripped of status, costumes, honor and disgrace.
Man's licking instinct is the same with love, hatred, and beasts.
Gu Mang was shoved violently and failed to stand firm. He fell to the ground abruptly, overturning the coffee table behind him.
Blood seeped out, but Gu Mang didn't feel the pain. He stared at the fiery hatred of the old men, unable to say a word.
Seeing that a wine jar was lifted, it was about to be smashed on the head, and suddenly a heavy object smashed it and smashed the wine jar into the air!
Debris fell all over the floor, and the wine splashed.
Gu Mang raised his hands to cover his face, squinting to avoid the heavy rain of spirits. When he opened his eyes, he saw a smoking gun falling beside him.
He was startled and turned his head.
It was Murong Lian who helped him block this blow
Murong Lian left the seat and grabbed the wrist of the out-of-control old nobleman.
He was very drunk, stretched out his hand and flicked his head, and said with a lazy smile: "What's the matter, baby? Do you want to take advantage of the chaos to avenge your own personal revenge? How old are you, the king's revenge hasn't been avenged yet. You **** Get back in line and get in line."
"Murong Lian! You—! How dare you address this old man like that! You, you..."
"Yo, aren't you satisfied with calling you baby?" Murong Lian licked her lips and smiled, "I really know how to act like a spoiled child, okay, okay, then be careful?"
"you--!!"
Now both Xi and Wangshu Mengze are involved, and it is impossible for your lord to go to the show any more.
Your Majesty finally cleared his throat on the throne, as if he had only noticed the shocking movement at this moment, and said solemnly: "What are you doing? On New Year's Eve, it's just that you don't give Lone a lot of luck. It's still here to splash around. Hu Lai? Guards!"
"exist!"
"Pull them away for Gu!"
"Yes!"
Gu Mang finally escaped from his anxiety. He was dragged out by the guards and pulled away from the old nobles. He gasped sharply. He subconsciously looked at Mo Xi, only to see that Mo Xi was already being supported by Mengze. Went to the side and sat down.
Mo Xi was injured just now, and he did not know who had cut a deep mouth on his shoulder, and was gurgling blood out. At this time, because the melee was over, he didn't need to hold on any longer. After he became less stubborn, the whole person looked very tired because of the strong alcohol.
Mengze said: "You lean down and I'll see your injury."
Mo Xi closed his eyes, slowly leaned against the stone pillar, Mengze's soft hands caressed his shoulders, and murmured, "Why didn't you hide just now?"
"I'm fine." Mo Xi's long eyelashes fell, "I can't escape."
"Why can't you escape..." Mengze is not stupid, "you just watch him stop the wine for you, and you are acting on your own... He is a traitor! Why can't you tell the difference once or twice! Can't remember !"
Mo Xi's eyelashes trembled, and he said in a low voice, "I'm not for him."
Mengze didn't talk to him anymore, she knew his character, she was really going to be stubborn, even ten cows couldn't pull it back. She just put her hand over his wound.
"I'll stop the bleeding for you."
Gu Mang had a panoramic view of all this from a short distance away. During this process, Mengze never looked at anyone else, and Mo Xi also...
He suddenly understood why Mo Xi treated her so well.
Everyone loves warmth and is grateful for tenderness.
The wounds and pain he gave Mo Xi. And Mengze gave him care and protection.
He originally wanted to atone for his sins. He originally wanted to say sorry to Mo Xi for those things he didn't remember. But now his throat is blocked, and he can't say anything.
The so-called traitor. People betray their relatives and leave, and they will always bring harm to people. That's what it means, right
Gu Mang stopped looking at Mo Xi and Mengze. He turned his face away, raised his hand and pulled out a sharp piece of residual porcelain that had been deeply poked in his arm, and threw it on the ground.
He ripped off his collar and said that he belonged to Mo Xi, so he could save Mo Xi's wine and share his worries. Slowly, almost obscenely, he squatted in the corner—he curled himself into a ball and sat in a hug, hoping to avoid the curious and critical eyes of the mansion.
But he couldn't avoid it. He had just stood in front of Mo Xi on a whim, expressing his stance in a loud voice like a fool, and everyone heard it.
Now, instead, he caused Mo Xi trouble, he didn't dare to go to Mo Xi's side, and Mo Xi didn't want him either.
No one forgave him, no one ignored him.
He could only bite the bullet and curl up alone, bowing his head to endure those biting scrutiny alone.
"He also said that Xihejun is his master..."
"Hehe, hasn't he always been so self-righteous? I think that's why he was so good at fighting but was doomed to fail. A person without self-awareness, brainless, poor blood, and big ambitions is useless as a whole. The general relies on his spiritual core talent to support him, and now that the spiritual core is abolished, we can see how ridiculous he is."
"I really don't know how to make troubles. Even Xi and Jun are also injured."
"It's so outrageous..."
Gu Mang lost the powerful old shadow that he had just picked up amid these shrill voices of discussion.
He stooped again.
The author has something to say:
Gu Mangmang (curious face): Why are you fighting
Mo Xi (with proud face): I'm not for you.
Gu Mangmang (curious face): What about you, why do you want to help
Mengze (stubborn face): I'm not for Xihejun.
Gu Mangmang (curious face): Then there's you, why do you want to intervene
Alian (hehe face): I just hope to reduce a wave of my hatred.
Yue Chenqing (confused face): Fourth uncle, why didn't you do it? Would you like to draw a knife to help you
Murong Chuyi (indifferent face): ... What's the matter with me.
Jiang Yexue (gentle face): Your fourth uncle drank too much and was drunk, otherwise he would shoot.