Since Mo Xi had said so, Gu Mang tried his best not to recall some details on the eve of the mutiny.
Some things are indeed like this, except for the momentary joy of unraveling the mystery, the rest is just endless disappointment. He wants to live a good life for a few days, but he is still obedient.
After the spring hunt, Mo Xi started to get busy. He was full of papers and papers, turning the day and night upside down, and his appetite was getting worse and worse.
Seeing that he was sleeping and forgetting to eat, Butler Li had to order the kitchen to prepare the dishes, put them in a food box and bring them to his desk, but even so, Mo Xi still often forgot to eat, or when he looked up from the file, Jin would The crow has sunk, and the food is cold.
Li Wei couldn't help sighing: "It's like this at this time of the year. I can't persuade me, I can't persuade me, I can't say anything. I drink cold rice and tea all day long, and my iron stomach can't bear it. It's a sin."
It turned out that Butler Li was a crow's mouth. The day after he complained, Mo Xi fell ill because of his unbalanced diet and being too busy.
Don't look at Mo Xi's iron-blooded killing, only the servants of Xihe House know how difficult it will be to serve this guy once he is ill. Although he is not fragile, he is not troublesome, and he does not like how important his illness is, but he has a more fatal crux than the above three—
pick.
He lives as usual, meets at court as usual, and grades papers as usual, but because of his physical discomfort, his temper will be more difficult to provoke than usual, and he will be more picky about things than usual.
After Mo Xi's stomach ailment, Li Wei went to Jiang Pharmacist's house to prescribe medicine, Jiang Pharmacist scolded: "Sick again? Stomach problem again? He has been here for stomach problems since he was fourteen or fifteen years old, and I worked hard to treat him Well, he is very happy. Every year when military affairs are busy, he starts to ignore three meals and eat cold food. If he goes on like this, he will just go straight to immortality. "
Li Wei had no choice but to nod his head sweating, and finally got the medicine sticker from Jiang Yaoshi's scolding, and was ordered by the medicine master: "Watch your master, let him eat while it's hot, and have a bowl before the meal. Tang, if you don't listen, don't come to Jiang's house to see a doctor in the future, it's a fucking shame!"
So Li Wei started to let the kitchen cook Mo Xi soup every day to nourish his stomach.
At this time, Mo Xi's critical faults were revealed—
On the first day, the kitchen stewed radish soup, but Mo Xi refused to drink it: "It's too oily."
The next day, the kitchen simmered pigeon soup, but Mo Xi refused to drink it: "It has a strange smell."
On the third day, the kitchen stewed pork liver and spinach soup again, but Mo Xi refused to drink it: "I feel sick when I see the internal organs."
…
On the seventh day.
Li Wei held the clay pot in which the straw mushroom and matsutake chicken soup was boiled, and walked out of Xi Hejun's study in a dejected manner. The chef who accompanied him said anxiously, "How is it?"
"I didn't touch it at all, I was concentrating on looking at the sand table." Li Wei rolled his eyes, "I said that the smell of stewed chicken is uncomfortable and I have no appetite."
The cook was sweating, his face was pale, and he was very aggrieved: "But it's not my fault. If the Lord goes on like this, his appetite will only get worse. Jiang Yaoshi doesn't say it, his stomach is three points. Rely on medicine, and seventy percent on nourishment."
Li Wei sighed and said, "Oh, isn't it?"
Mo Xi's appetite has indeed been getting worse these days, but he doesn't really care, anyway, to him, even if the buns are as hard as a rock, as long as they can still be eaten, the hot and cold are the same. It's not too late to recuperate after being busy for a while.
While Li Wei and the cook were standing under the porch and sighing, Gu Mang happened to pass the yard with the black dog's rice pocket and his sleeves on his sleeves. He saw the two frowning, so he kindly came over and asked, "What's the matter with you?"
The cook rolled his eyes at him: "Have you finished chopping the wood? Go back to chopping before you have finished chopping, don't mind your own business."
Gu Mang said, "It's finished."
What else did the cook want to say, Li Wei suddenly thought that Gu Mang's craftsmanship did not seem to be bad. Although Mo Xi had no compliments after cooking a few times before, every dish was eaten cleanly.
The matter had come to this point, it would be better if the dead horse was treated as a living horse doctor, so Li Wei explained Mo Xi's situation to Gu Mang in general.
"Ah..." After Gu Mang heard this, he glanced at the study room, "No wonder his face has lost weight recently."
He lowered his head again and said to the big black dog: "Fandou, he is about to lose weight than you."
The rice pocket barked twice, seemingly dissatisfied with this comparison.
Li Wei sighed, "Oh, we've said all the good and bad things, and we have prepared all the delicacies from the mountains and the sea, but the Lord just doesn't have an appetite and doesn't have any desire to eat." At the end, he looked at Gu Mang's face, " Why don't you try it instead?"
"This guy?" The cook interjected with a look of disgust, "What can this guy do."
Gu Mang nodded and said, "He can't be so hungry all the time, so let me try."
Gu Mang wanted to make fish and needed the most plump fresh fish. Li Wei pointed him to a peach blossom lake in the eastern suburbs.
So this afternoon, Gu Mang carried his tao, a net pocket, and a black dog to the outskirts of the city to catch fish.
Peach Blossom Lake is not difficult to find. After Gu Mang arrived, he found that it was very secluded and peaceful. Because of the continuous flow of spiritual veins, the peach blossoms were flying all year round, dyeing the sky and the earth with red clouds. Although Peach Blossom Lake is not big, the mountains and rocks in the center of the lake are scattered and sheltered a lot. There are also some pavilions and water corridors repaired around.
Gu Mang said, "It's a good place, no wonder Li Wei said it's suitable for bathing."
Then he turned his head and asked Fandou: "Fandou, do you want to wash one?"
Fandou wagged his tail excitedly, let go of the girl and rushed towards the lake like an arrow from a string.
It was late spring, not summer yet, but it was still hot when the sun was shining. In order not to be seen by others, Gu Mang was originally wearing a hood, but there was no one around the lake, and it was inconvenient to go fishing in the water wearing a cloak, so he took off his shoes, socks and cloak, and rolled up his trousers. Wade into the clear lake water.
"Wang!!" Fandou shouted excitedly, rolling around Gu Mang in the shoal, throwing splashes everywhere.
Gu Mang put his finger on his lips and warned him, "Be good, catch fish for poor Princess Mo Xi."
Fandou barked again, and Da Da Da ran even more happily, forcing all the fish in the shoal into the deep water.
Gu Mang: "…"
"Wang Wang Wang!!!"
"If you make trouble again, believe it or not, I will stew you into dog meat soup."
Sure enough, it was not gentle, and it was as tough as the self in my memory, so the rice pocket became obedient, and with a "woo-" tucked his tail, he jumped ashore in trembling. Afterwards, he violently threw the water droplets off his body, sat on the beach with his tongue out and basked in the sun, the mung bean puppy stared back and forth at Gu Mang.
Gu Mang had recovered a lot of kung fu during this period of time. Although his spiritual power was not at its peak, his movement skills were already much higher than before, and he caught three fat and strong grass carp in a short while.
However, although grass carp is large, it is not the best meat quality for cooking. Gu Mang thought about it, and then took his net bag and walked around several towering rocks in the lake, looking for other places in Taohuatan. Sometimes his brain is very good, and sometimes he is very dull. For example, at this moment, his mind is a little stupid, wading all the way, shouting all the way:
"Fish, come fish."
The fish all the way away heard the movement and disappeared.
Gu Mang brushed away the green vines that were hanging down on the stone cliff, and just turned a corner: "Fish, come quickly—"
"Who?!"
Suddenly, a voice like a broken jade from Kunshan rang out. The tone was magnetic and pleasant, but it was full of ruthless threats.
Gu Mang was startled, and instinctively raised his head to look in the direction of the sound, only to see a golden light flashing, a magic spell exploded on the water a few inches in front of his knees, and a huge wave of water was suddenly startled. , In the blurred water shadow, a white shadow swept across the lake curtain hole.
The jade beads splashed, and the water curtain was rushing. Finally, the water column provoked by the spell finally stopped and subsided. Gu Mang coughed again and again, but he heard the man say coldly, "Look up."
Gu Mang wiped two hands of water on his face indiscriminately, and then he squinted his eyes and looked up. Based on his recovered memory, it was inferred that people who bathed in the depths of the peach blossoms would be mad and angry when someone peeked at them. beauty. And Gu Mang was a little pity and cherishing jade in his bones, so he hurriedly said: "I'm sorry girl, I didn't mean it, I came to catch—"
Before "Fish" could say anything, a stream of water training came from the sky, and without a word, slapped Gu Mang's face heavily.
Gu Mang was caught off guard, and was directly slammed into the water by the amazing force of the "beauty". After drinking a few mouthfuls of lake water, he stumbled to his feet.
The beauty's voice was bone-chilling, "Open your dog's eyes and see who I am."
Gu Mang said in his heart that I would like to see it, but it would be better if I don't see whether the male or female is kissing or not.
Immediately, I thought: No, you invited me to watch it, and if I didn't watch it, it seemed that I had a guilty conscience.
Finally thought: Huh? how is this sound...
Sounds a little familiar? ?
He supported the slippery rock wall, shook his wet head like a rice pocket, opened his blue eyes and looked at the big bluestone in the Liandong.
Gu Mang: "..."
Beauty is indeed beauty, but unfortunately it is a man.
... or something he's seen.
It was Murong Chuyi...
Murong Chuyi had the same problem as Mo Xi. She didn't like to take off her clothes when taking a bath, and she liked to go into the water wearing a bathrobe. At this time, he had already put on a white coat outside his wet and cold bathrobe. Under the dark sword eyebrows, his phoenix eyes were slightly down, and the color of his eyes was colder than the water in Peach Blossom Lake.
"..." Gu Mang was silent for a while, then cupped his hands, "I'm sorry, brother, for disturbing you."
Murong Chuyi said coldly, "Stop."
"… Do you have any advice, eldest brother?"
Murong Chuyi raised his hand a little bit of his clothes, and the tips of his slender white fingers ignited a cluster of fire, and under the light, his wet clothes were dried in an instant. Murong Chuyi sat down on a piece of bluestone in the stone cave, raised her eyes and glanced at Gu Mang, and said, "Come here."
"Everyone is a man, so you won't suffer if you take a look." Gu Mang trembled, "If you don't like it, then... or..."
After racking his brains for a long time, Gu Mang tentatively said, "Then why don't I take it off and show it to you?"
Murong Chu Yifeng stared and said, "Who wants to see you? Come here."
Gu Mang had to go over. He wasn't as good as Murong Chuyi, so he had to use his hands and feet to climb up the high platform that was a little high and slippery. Never came to pull him.
On the stone platform, he walked to Murong Chuyi's side, and when he got closer, Gu Mang realized that Murong Chuyi's face was pale, and his lips were almost bloodless, so he couldn't help but be stunned.
"What’s wrong with you?"
Murong Chuyi closed her eyes and said, "You, go to Jiang's mansion."
Monk Gu Mang Zhang Er was puzzled: "Why am I going to Jiang's residence?"
"Ask Jiang Fuli if he wants to use 'healing grass'. Come back and give it to me."
This person didn't even add "please" or "can you do it", so that Gu Mang thought it was his own responsibility for a while, he turned around to leave with a sound of oh, and took a few steps before he could react, and turned back: " No, why do you want me to do this?"
Murong Chuyi said, "Because you happened to be passing by."
These words are like those neurotic old Taoist priests in the book. When they catch a young chivalrous man, they say, "Little friend, you and I are destined to go back to the mountain to practice with me." .
Gu Mang was unhappy: "I don't owe you anything. You hit me just now, why should I help you?"
Murong Chuyi's fingertips gleamed, her expression ruthless, as if she had some merciless moves to use, she stared at Gu Mang coldly and said, "Are you going
Gu Mang shook his head: "A manly man, rich and noble can't be promiscuous, and mighty can't- ah, what's wrong with you?"
Before he could finish speaking, the light from Murong Chuyi's fingertips went out. He lowered his head and covered his mouth with his sleeves, coughing up thin blood.
Gu Mang said in shock, "Are you sick?"
Murong Chuyi wanted to be strong again, but before he could say anything, he suddenly choked out a large mouthful of black blood, and said in a hoarse voice, "I...I'm cultivating here..." After a pause, he took a deep breath, his eyes With a stubborn luster, "You must not... You must not tell the Yuefu..."
"Don't tell Yuefu?"
Murong Chuyi was already so weak, yet his expression was still so sharp, he gritted his teeth and said, "Absolutely, I can say."
"… "
"You promised me."
Gu Mang was probably shocked by this man's aura, and nodded subconsciously.
After Murong Chuyi got his answer, it was like a bowstring that was stretched to the extreme. The agreement was in his ears, and his heart was dissipated.
"..." Gu Mang stared at him blankly, bent down for a while, and poked Murong Chuyi's cheek, but seeing that pale and thin face was as cold as jade, indescribably terrifying and pitiful.
Gu Mang swallowed his throat and was a little nervous: "I'll just go find medicine for you, you, don't say you're dizzy, you'll faint, brother."