That night, it was Mengze who sent Mo Xi back to the house.
Originally, this matter did not match the status of a princess in a country, but Mengze, like her elder brother who was the king, was a person who didn't mind the worldly vision. Gu Mang brushed aside the veil of the carriage for her, and wanted to help put the ink out of the carriage, but Mengze glanced at him and said, "It's fine with me."
Gu Mang hesitantly said: "I'm sorry. I didn't do it on purpose before, I just wanted to stop the wine for him."
Mengze wasn't vicious towards him, but he wasn't kind either. He stared at him lightly and didn't speak.
On the other hand, Yueniang sneered beside her and said meanly, "Shut up wine? Are you qualified? Are you worthy?"
Gu Mang paused and said, "I just know something... I want to make up for it."
Yueniang said sharply: "Make it up? You have done so much shit and hurt others so many times, and now you know you have to make up for it. But what is the use of this pig heart we want from you! What can you make up for?!"
"… "
Yueniang said reluctantly, "You are a broom star liar! You—"
"Stop talking." Mengze raised his hand to interrupt her, then turned to look at Gu Mang.
Under the bright moonlight, Mengze's expression was very cold, she did not insult him, but her eyes were cold.
"Gu Shuai, I know you are kind today, but please don't cause trouble for Big Brother Mo. You have already hurt him too much." Mengze said, "Let him go."
She didn't say that he was a murderer, such words couldn't come out of Mengze's mouth, but Gu Mang already understood what she meant. He looked at Mo Xi's shoulder injury, was silent for a while, said nothing, turned and walked behind the carriage. Mengze and Mo Xi entered the car park, and he followed silently behind.
Back at the mansion, Li Wei, who had already heard about the situation, led a group of servants. Qi Qihou was in front of the door, and when he saw Mengze, he hurriedly knelt down and said: "My subordinate Li Wei, see Princess Mengze, Princess Qiansui, Wanfu Jin An!"
Although Mengze is not the mistress of Xihe Mansion, almost everyone treats her in this position. Respectfully and warmly led her into the room.
The chairs in the Xihe Mansion were all in pairs, Li Wei dog-legged, helped Mo Xi settle down in the bedroom, and then came out to flatter Mengze: "Princess, my master is thinking of you, everything. A special place is reserved for you. Just waiting for your convenience."
Meng Ze sighed: "He is also a lazy person. He wants to make a pair, so what did he leave for me?"
"How can you, the Lord's intentions for the princess, we, the servants, can all see it." Li Wei said, pulling one of the huanghuali seats in the hall, "Princess, sit down and drink Let's go with a cup of tea."
Mengze didn't refuse, but Yueniang smiled and said, "If that's the case, then I'll trouble Butler Li."
"Don't bother, don't bother!" Li Wei hurriedly greeted his servants to prepare eight desserts and eight candied fruits, and brought a top-quality Biluochun to Mengze, hehe smiled and said, "Look, princess, this set of tea cups only has one. As for the cup, the Lord loves to use this set on weekdays, and in the future you may want to accompany him to drink tea and play chess."
Mengze glanced at the tea set, and it was indeed a double-cup tea set made by the Chonghua Imperial Kiln Factory. It only came with one pot and two cups. It was usually used for entertaining close friends or between husband and wife. Royal kiln factory firing this type of tea set is actually a pleasure, meaning "you and I are deeply in love, and there is no one else."
Meng Zexue turned her face away and coughed lightly: "Butler Li, don't talk nonsense, I've never liked pine, bamboo and plum porcelain. You have to guess your master's intentions at will, and I'll tell you when he wakes up. He, watch him not punish you."
Li Wei said: "Oh, then I don't dare, I don't dare."
Having said that, the smile in his eyes is not less than half. It's not hard to guess what the daughter's family is thinking, Mengze blamed her mouth, but in her heart she loved to hear Mo Xi miss her, treat her well and treat her differently from others.
He was serving the princess with tea and talking with her, but out of the corner of his eye he caught a glimpse of a person standing in a dark corner, watching them silently.
Li Wei groaned in his heart.
Gu Mang usually sits in Mengze's seat, and the tea set Mengze uses is also used by Gu Mang... But... But this is all because Gu Mang doesn't know the etiquette, and the Lord is too lazy to take care of him, so he made him like this. Act arbitrarily. At this moment, Gu Mang, don't think that Mengze is occupying his territory, and he wants to come up and turn against Mengze, right
Li Wei was playing the small drum, and was about to find a reason to put Gu Mang away, but saw Gu Mang staring at Mengze for a while, his eyes were not hatred, but bleak.
It was like a snarling wolf cub, after recognizing his status and destiny in the clan, he stood there for a while, then turned around and left.
It doesn’t matter when you don’t understand a lot of things. Once you understand it, you will understand why others reacted that way when you look back. Now that Gu Mang finally understood why he wanted to sit in this place in the first place, Mo Xi would be so unhappy and would say to him, "This seat is not reserved for you".
Wolves have their own subordinates in the pack, and so do people.
He thought that the seat next to Mo Xi was empty, so he relied on it without any scruples. It turned out not to be the case. That seat had already been filled, but she hadn't come back, so he kept it for her.
It was him who was brazen and took Mengze's place.
He only felt his cheeks burning hot.
"Gu Mang seems to be a lot more obedient recently." After a few days of New Year's Eve, Li Wei stood under the porch while touching his chin, looking at the diligent figure, "Don't make trouble, don't talk back, don't just sit around..." He tsk After speaking twice, he finally came to a conclusion with a smile, "Jiang Yaoshi's medicine really works."
Mo Xi had asked him several times what Jiang Yexue had said to him, or if he remembered something later, but Gu Mang was not very willing to say it.
Until one day after the beginning of spring, Mo Xi changed into a plain white robe and said that he was going to Zhanhun Mountain to offer incense to his father. Gu Mang heard this, and a trace of sadness flashed in his eyes.
Mo Xi frowned: "What's wrong?"
Gu Mang has worked very hard for the past few months, and now his speech has become much more coherent. Except for a few words or when he is very emotional, he is not much different from a normal person.
Gu Mang said, "I want to be with you. Can you?"
"what are you going to do."
Gu Mang lowered his eyes and said in a low voice, "I also want to worship."
Mo Xi's slender fingers to straighten the edge stopped, raised his eyes and stared at him, as if he was thinking about something. After a while, he said, "... Change into white clothes. I'll wait for you in the front hall."
The Zhanhun Mountain in spring is lush with verdant vegetation and fragrant flowers. The harsh cold of winter has passed, the unsealed stream is gurgling, and the warm sunshine of April shines on the river surface with a crystal luster. From time to time in the grass and trees in the fields, animals that woke up after being stung by the stings escaped, and the two walked up the mountain in silence, one after the other.
Worship is to show sincerity, not to use swords, not to be light, but to walk steadily step by step, from the foot of the mountain all the way up, it took more than half an hour to finally reach the top of Zhanhun Mountain.
Two guards stood outside the Mausoleum of Heroes. When they saw Mo Xi, they bowed their heads and saluted.
Mo Xi nodded with them and led Gu Mang into the cemetery. Surrounded by pines and cypresses, the courtyard was very quiet, as if he was worried about disturbing the long sleep of the heroic soul, and even the chirping of birds seemed infinitely ethereal. The two walked up the white jade long steps, Gu Mang looked left and right, and all they saw were jade tablets inscribed with gold characters.
Su Huaijun Zhou Jingyue, heroic spirits sleep forever.
Hanshan Junyue Fengya, heroic spirits sleep forever.
…
The higher you go, the more magnificent the tombstone stands, and the more life and merits are engraved.
Gu Mang's footsteps couldn't help but stop when he passed a Pang Shuo jade monument. In front of the stone monument was fresh steamed buns and fruits. The cigarette ashes and paper money had just melted not long ago. The three fragrance plants in the offering furnace were burning silently.
He couldn't help but look up at the words on the tablet.
That line of large characters is full of tendons, graceful in style, and vigorously engraved with "The seventh generation Wangshu Jun Murong Xuan, the heroic spirit sleeps forever." When the sun shines, Jinze is brilliant.
Noticing his movement, Mo Xi glanced back and said, "That is Murong Lian's father's tomb." After he finished speaking, he swept his eyes to the tribute and incense burner, and sighed, "It seems that Murong Lian has just It won't be long before we go."
That's fine, if Murong Lian collided with Gu Mang here, it would inevitably be another quarrel, and it would be inappropriate for so many martyrs to watch.
Gu Mang looked at Murong Xuan's tombstone for a while, then turned to ask Mo Xi, "Where is your father's tomb?"
"At the top of the mountain. Let's go."
The two of them climbed to the top of the peak, their eyes were swirling with clouds, the sky and the earth were vast, and the Chonghua King City loomed in the sea of clouds, as far away as a dream from another world. Looking back, the mountain road was like a long river, connecting the secular world at the bottom of the mountain and the dead city at the top of the mountain. At the top of Battle Soul Mountain, death is far more real than life.
Mo Xi walked to a three-person Heroic Spirit Monument, and placed the sacrificial basket in his hand beside it.
"Father, I'm here to see you."
The mountain wind was blowing on his white robe, the peak seemed to be so close to Jiutian, the rising sun seemed to fall straight from the top of the head, the golden letters on the jade tablet floated, and Mo Xi's long eyelashes trembled slightly, facing the dazzling light. , read the handwriting inch by inch.
Lord Fuling is in Moqing Pond, and the heroic spirits sleep forever.
Mo Xi knelt down, the incense was lit, he arranged the sacrificial food one by one, the gold foil coins were burned, and the blue smoke showed the fragrance of broken pine and cypress branches.
Gu Mang also knelt down beside him, stretched out his hand hesitantly, and looked at Mo Xi inquiringly. Seeing that Mo Xi paused, but did not stop him, he also took some paper money and put it into the brazier.
The flames rolled up suddenly, and the heat wave rushed upward, causing Gu Mang to narrow his eyes and cough in a low voice.
Mo Xi took the tongs and moved the ghost papers, making them all ignite, curling up into ashes one by one. He had an indescribable feeling in his heart—many years ago, he hoped to bring Gu Mang to worship at his father's tomb. I want the only elder I respect to see the only person I truly respect.
But at that time Gu Mang refused.
Gu Mang always shirks with a smile: "Farewell, what the hell, if we go to worship Uncle Mo, he will definitely be unhappy and will scold you for being a nonsense in the sky."
Or he would say, "Junior brother, be good. Brother Shi can accompany you in other matters. This is too serious. Your daughter-in-law will be jealous in the future. How can I be so embarrassed to make the girl's family sad?"
He knew that the girl's heart couldn't be hurt, so he stepped on Mo Xi's true feelings.
Now Gu Mang is following him obediently, no one is teaching him, and he is also obediently following him to make paper. It's as if the long-cherished thoughts of the year have come true.
But Mo Xi didn't mean to be happy at all.
After the paper ingots were burned, Mo Xi sighed and said, "Let's go."
Gu Mang didn't move, he turned his face to look at him, and suddenly said, "... I'm sorry."
Mo Xi's movement of getting up stopped, his eyes still on the monument, and after a while he said, "On New Year's Eve, what Jiang Yexue told you was about my father."
"You guessed it?"
"Looking at your performance in the past few months, I have some points in my heart."
Gu Mang repeated, "I'm so sorry."
Mo Xi looked at him.
Well, everyone is really happy. I once wanted to worship my father with this man, and here he is. Ever wanted to hear this apology, he said. But things shouldn't be like this - it should have been his lover who came to worship, not a traitor prisoner, and an apology should have been known to the cause, not so ignorant.
"I'm really... I really can't remember why I betrayed you back then." Gu Mang said earnestly, "But not in the future."
Mo Xi's throat twitched, and he closed his eyes: "Gu Mang, what do you think, what's next for you and me?"
Gu Mang didn't know what to say, so he could only say, "Don't be sad..."
"Why do you think I'm sad?" Mo Xi said, "The days when I'll be sad for you are long gone. As for your betrayal... it's because you have your ambitions and your revenge."
"You are a genius of war, a madman who makes the enemy feel fearful. Your lifelong dream is to lead your army to make achievements and gallop on the battlefield. When you hear the war, your eyes are bright. You don't like blood, but the war makes you excited. Because that's the only way out for you to reverse your fate." Mo Xi paused and turned to look at him.
"But not for me."
"… "
"I hate the battlefield. Because it keeps taking away important things from me, and only pays back the fame that I don't care about. Gu Mang, I used to be a comrade with you, but maybe we were never the same traveler."
He turned his eyes to the swirling cloud of smoke and said, "So our final path is probably destined."