Mo Xi was stunned for a moment, then said slowly, "...No need."
"If you don't like the steamed buns... there is also meat, and it will be divided for you."
Mo Xi turned his face away to hide the redness in his eyes: "I just ate it, these are all yours."
Only then did Gu Mang continue chewing with peace of mind.
After eating, the two went down the mountain together. The road was steep and far. Gu Mang didn't like to rely on others, so he limped in front of him, Mo Xi followed behind him, and looked at him without saying a word. back.
This background is so familiar, so many years ago, there was a young general who stubbornly led his brothers and sisters through mountains and rivers, overcoming obstacles.
He is not particularly tall, and because he has no time to take care of his military appearance, he is always dirty, even a little wretched, a little rickety, like a mayfly trying to shake a tree, whoever stretches out a little finger can run over him to death. But this mayfly was knocked down again and again and got up again.
He used to be the unrelenting god of war for the entire army, giving countless people the faith of victory and the hope of returning home.
Perhaps because of this, Mo Xi once thought that he was very eager to see Gu Mang's repentance and apology, but when he really saw Gu Mang bowing his head to the sky in front of the tombstones, Mo Xi only got a deeper pain. .
Gu Mang's bent spine is not good-looking, and his broken expression is not good-looking.
- Few people like to watch the strong become rickety, let alone that person was your light.
Just as he was in a trance, Gu Mang suddenly stopped and looked back at him.
"how?"
Gu Mang pointed at the three forks in front of him: "I don't remember where I went. Is it on the left?"
Mo Xi glanced at the left hand side, and saw that the trees were falling down there, and there was a clearing out of the way, pulling the martial law chain, there were two high-level guards from the royal city guarding there. The specific situation behind the boundary.
Mo Xi said: "That is the forbidden area of Battle Soul Mountain, no one can enter. Go to the right."
Gu Mang looked at the mysterious forbidden area thoughtfully, his eyes gradually became blurred and hazy, as if he had sensed something, and showed some sadness.
Mo Xi asked, "What happened to you?"
Gu Mang didn't answer, but at this moment it was the evening clock, the desolate bell rang from the distant city, echoing between heaven and earth. There was a wind in the mountains and forests, rolling from the depths of the forbidden area to the mountain road. For a while, the trees were bleak, and the birds fluttered, and Gu Mang slowly closed his eyes in the breeze.
"I don't know." Gu Mang said, "But I seem to have dreamed of this place before..."
This man's babbling words are unbelievable. When this forbidden area was marked out by the emperor, Gu Mang had already rebelled, and it was impossible for him to come to this place anyway.
Mo Xi said, "No one has ever been able to enter here. There are heavy guards guarded by the barrier at twelve o'clock. How could you come here?"
Gu Mang moved his lips, but he didn't know what to say.
After returning to the mansion, Gu Mang was tired and hungry because of the days of kneeling and worshipping, so Gu Mang ate something, took a bath, and went into the nest to sleep soundly, never mentioning this matter again.
He slept for a day and a night this time, and when he woke up again, he saw Mo Xi standing in the famous Osmanthus Hall, wearing a black and gold robe, standing with his hands behind his back. Hearing the movement behind him, Mo Xi turned his head and threw him a scroll: "Next."
"what is this?"
"A First Look at Techniques and Ancient History of Chonghua." Mo Xi said, "You have the intention to turn back, I told your lord yesterday that he asked me to hand this book to you. ."
Gu Mang was flipping this bamboo slip back and forth, but upon hearing this, he raised his head suddenly, his eyes lit up, "Did he promise to let me start over?"
Mo Ran did not answer immediately, but looked at him strangely: "... I will tell you again, I once warned you, no matter how much compensation you make, the emperor will never take back your sentence of capital punishment. Ling, no matter what you do to make up for it, it can't change the final outcome."
The flowers and shadows in the bright hall are gentle, but the words are cruel.
"You will still be used as a black demon experiment, and you will still die after you lose your usefulness." Mo Xi paused and asked, "Do you understand what this means?"
"I know."
Mo Xi closed his eyes and said, "You have thought about it before answering me."
"I've been kneeling for four days, and I've thought about it very clearly." Gu Mang was very calm. His calmness even made Mo Xi easily think of the man who could carry on his shoulders even when the sky fell.
"I know, Your Majesty asked me to learn these things, just to 'use' me again. Instead of letting me eat for nothing, it is better to let me do things and then eat. I understand this truth."
Mo Xi said, "It's more than that. He asked me to teach you these things because he also hopes that you can recall some useful memories."
"What's wrong with that?" Gu Mang said, "I also want to know what happened to me. I want to know if what you said is true."
Fingers clenched into palms.
Mo Xi said, "...I've made it clear to you today. If you want to choose this path, when the day of your execution comes, don't complain that Chonghua treats you ruthlessly. Don't be reconciled."
"I will definitely not be reconciled, but you will die, and I will die too." Gu Mang fondly rubbed the bamboo slips in his hands, as if rubbing his own future, he had a straightforward thought that was almost a beast, "But as long as If you can live a little better before, then live a little better." After he said that, he raised his head and stared straight at Mo Xi with his clear eyes.
"Otherwise, why don't I just die tomorrow, it's better to live in pain every day."
Mo Xi was actually speechless.
It seemed that no matter in front of the rogue Gu Shuai or the ignorant Gu Mang, he would end up in such a situation.
Mo Xi looked at Gu Mang in silence for a while, and then said, "Come to my study every day at Xu. I will try my best to teach you."
Gu Mang held the scroll and nodded.
From this day on, Mo Xi began to teach Gu Mang some elementary spells that didn't require too much spiritual power, and told him some ancient history. According to Jiang Fuli, these were all things Gu Mang had learned before, and the second practice helped to awaken Gu Mang's missing memory, which was indeed a better way to recover.
In this way, day after day, time unknowingly has arrived in the late spring.
During this period, Gu Mang recalled some past events one after another, but perhaps it was because Jiang Fuli's medicine for calming the heart was very effective, so what Gu Mang remembered were often only irrelevant fragments, most of which were related to the cultivation of the academy. Content. These memories are of no use, the biggest use is probably to make Gu Mang recover some of the shadows of the past, and not be so stupid.
He sometimes walks swaggeringly like Gu Shuai, and sometimes crouches in the corner silently like a wolfhound. Sometimes the speech is very clever and witty, and sometimes he stutters and can't say anything clearly.
What annoyed Mo Xi the most was that, following Gu Mang's partial memory reply, this person began to unconsciously repeat a lot of what he had said before, such as calling himself "Lao Tzu" several times and almost having his leg broken by Li Wei.
Mo Xi was called "Junior Brother Mo" several times, and his leg was almost broken by Mo Xi.
In this way, Gu Mang had to find a balance between instinct and rules, which often led him to say half a sentence and swallow it back abruptly. For example, he once wanted to help Li Wei clean the yard, and suddenly a flash of light flashed, he waved his hands and rolled up his sleeves and strode closer, shouting: "Come, come, let the old—"
Before I could say the "zi" of Lao Tzu, when he met Butler Li's scrutinizing gaze, he immediately got out of Gu Shuai's shadow, shook his head hurriedly, and stammered cautiously:
"Sweep the floor, help, help you."
Over time, Gu Mang didn't know how to speak anymore. He would always stand in the patio with his mouth open, and others would call him out of nowhere. When he turned around, the expression on his face was almost toggling between Gu Mang and Gu Shuai. .
He himself didn't know what to do and how to speak so that he wouldn't be annoying. This directly caused him to hang out his mouth dryly when interacting with people, and he didn't spit out a word for a long time.
Butler Li commented in a fair manner: "Aside from his identity as a sinner, that little appearance is still quite cute and pitiful."
Mo Xi just snorted coldly.
But coldly hummed, as long as he was in the morning, when he had nothing to do, Mo Xi would still read books in the mansion to supervise Gu Mang. Gu Mang, like when he was young, likes to write cursive script, but he doesn't like to write in block script. But this day, Gu Mang was uncharacteristically. When Mo Xi came back, he saw him sitting next to the Taihu Stone, accompanied by the sparkling lake in the courtyard, biting an apple while reading "Old History of Chonghua" with relish. .
When something went wrong, Mo Xi couldn't help but walk behind him, leaned down and looked at the page Gu Mang had been staring at for a long time, and said, "Why, are you interested in this passage?"
His voice was low and very magnetic, and his lips just pressed against Gu Mang's ear, which made Gu Mang hot and startled.
This time, the distance between the two of them was extremely close, and Mo Xi almost touched his cheeks with his lips. Gu Mang didn't feel anything, but Mo Xi's ears flushed instinctively, and he straightened up abruptly.
After a long pause, he said stiffly:
"Don't look back suddenly like this in the future."
Gu Mang swallowed the apple with a grunt and licked his lips: "It was you who suddenly whispered behind me, and you were so close. Why do you blame me?"
"… "
It would be impossible for Gu Mang, who was a complete idiot, to say such words a few months ago, but now Gu Mang can say it, and when he speaks, there is quite an air of unreasonable expression on his eyebrows. .
Although Mo Xi knew that the unreasonable person was himself.
"If you want to contradict again, come to the study tonight and copy "The Chronicles of Fu Sun and Heaven's Tribulation"."
Gu Mang opened his mouth, the god of war Gu Mang's arrogant soul made him want to say something, but the rebellious minister Gu Mang's shell was finally discouraged, and his blue eyes were replaced by the kind of obedient obedience.
Mo Xi couldn't decide which situation would make him more unhappy.
Not intending to continue this annoying comparison, Mo Xi raised his chin slightly, tapped the bamboo slip in Gu Mang's hand, and said, "Why do you always read this page?"
"Oh..." This volume is about the head of Chonghua's Three Gentlemen, the Wisdom of Precept and Dinghui. The titles of precept and meditation have been given to future generations in the past hundred years, and only Hui, except for him, is still worthy of it.
Gu Mang suddenly pointed at Jun Zihui's small statue and said, "Because this person is familiar to me."