Yu Wu

Li Wei froze for a moment: "What?"

Mo Xi still didn't raise his eyes, his deep eyebrows were under the shadow of his hands, his deep voice was nasal: "Maybe he still remembers some things, his mind is not completely damaged at all. He pretended."

"How is this possible?" Li Wei opened his eyes wide, "Gu Mang's illness was diagnosed by Shennongtai, and Dr. Jiang, the best doctor in Chonghua, also came to diagnose him. His spirit core was shattered and he lost two souls. , out of his head, he thinks he's a wolf—"

"Have you ever seen a wolf who would rather hurt himself than hurt others?!"

Li Wei was stunned.

Is it his illusion?Xi Hejun's eye sockets were a little wet and red.

"My lord, why did your lord say such a thing..."

Mo Xi closed his eyes, his anger was not aimed at Li Wei, he just really didn't want to hear words like "Gu Mang doesn't remember anything" anymore.

"In Wangshu Mansion. Murong Lian gave him two choices, whether to cut off my arm or scratch his own face." Mo Xi turned his head, looked at the shadow of the tree, and murmured after a long while, "After he chose By."

Li Wei: "..."

"Tell me, what kind of wolf would make such a choice."

Li Wei thought, tell you?What am I telling you!Look at your violent temper, I want to say that Gu Mang probably didn't understand Wang Shujun's question at all, why don't you jump up and kick me to death? ? ?

From that day on, Mo Xi was a little dazed.

Although Li Wei later expressed to him euphemistically when he was in a good mood, "Gu Mang's brain is really not good now, he can't understand many words, communicating with him is like a three-year-old child, sometimes One sentence has to be repeated several times", but Mo Xi just couldn't let go of this faint hope.

In the end, Li Wei had no choice but to say, "Then why don't you go to Shennongtai to verify it, my lord."

"..."

There are many Murong Lian's people in Shennongtai, and Mo Xi doesn't want to go.

Li Wei offered another suggestion: "Then you go to the imperial medicine hall and ask Pharmacist Jiang."

Jiang Yaoshi is a cold and mean person, and Mo Xi doesn't have a good impression of him.But in the end, I still couldn't bear the torment in my heart, so I went to pay a visit.Outside the magnificent and extravagant Yaowang Mansion, the little boy said with trepidation, "Mr. Xihe, my shopkeeper Jiang has gone out to collect medicine."

"Then when will he come back?"

"The time for the shopkeeper to go is uncertain, maybe three to five days, or three to five months."

"Did he say where he went?"

"The shopkeeper collects herbs and travels all over the world."

Mo Xi was speechless, seeing the boy shaking his head and answering, he could only nod his head, and turned his horse back home.

Perhaps it was because of his deep obsession, he was thinking about Gu Mang all day long, but this night, after Mo Xi fell asleep, he had a dream.

In his dream, he vaguely went back many years ago. He finally understood what was on his mind, and he couldn't wait for the day when he wanted to confess his love.

At the time of the silent night, it is the border gate outside the Great Wall.

He is very young, only in his twenties.At that time, he was not yet the mighty Lord Xi He, and Gu Mang was still under the name of Murong Lian without a reputation.

They fought fiercely with the Liao Kingdom, and many people died. When Mo Xi was packing up the belongings of his comrades, he saw a blood-stained Hongyan love letter. He stared at the letter that had not yet been mailed in a daze for a long time.

Mo Xi's family is unlucky, and all he has seen since he was a child is intrigue, betrayal and exploitation.

This is the first time he has seen hot, real love.

The monk who died in the battle was a rough man who usually didn't even like to read books, but he wrote such a long letter word by word in the flames of war. Talk about a mole on the tip of the girl's eyebrows, a clump of young seedlings planted in the courtyard.

When the flowers are blooming next year, Xiao Yan will sing me blowing the flute.

——Clumsy, even not so neat poems, but gentle as if they can drip water.

It was written by such a clumsy man.

When he was writing, the scene of playing music and singing with the girl named Xiaoyan in front of the hand-planted flowers after his triumphant return in the coming year really appeared in front of his eyes.

In the end, all that remained was this bloody letter.

Mo Xi couldn't express what he felt in his heart at that time, he sat on the edge of the couch for a long time, clutching the letter in his hand.

When the flowers are blooming next year, Xiao Yan will sing me blowing the flute.

If he is the one who died today, is there anyone he can't let go of?

He quickly thought of a familiar figure.But he didn't take it seriously, and it wasn't until a long time later that he suddenly realized—he was stunned for a moment, and his vest was covered in cold sweat——it was as if a cluster of fire had suddenly ignited in his chest, and everything was suddenly illuminated.But it seemed that the cluster of fire had actually been silently illuminating him, licking him, and tormenting him in the depths of his heart.

It's just that he didn't discover it before, and didn't understand what his suppressed feelings were.

He sat there blankly, but the wildfire in his heart was getting hotter and hotter, something collapsed, and something suddenly stood up again.

Outside the camp, there were monks whose brothers had died, weeping, and there was the faint sound of xun and the sound of the wind.

He clutched the tissue paper in his hand.Who will die tomorrow?

Whose mind will eventually become blood stained tomorrow.

Suddenly he couldn't restrain the impulse in his heart anymore, he suddenly lifted the curtain, and bumped into Yaoxiu who came in to heal his wounds, that Yaoxiu was startled: "Mr. Mo?"

Mo Xi didn't answer, he strode out of the tent, faster and faster, put the blood-stained letter in his robe, he would take it back to the "Xiaoyan" mentioned in the letter, but Now he was in a hurry to find someone, but he suddenly became so anxious, as if if he didn't say anything, he would never have a chance to speak tomorrow, and death was imminent.

"Mr. Mo! Mr. Mo!"

The healing monk with white robes and wide sleeves chased him out of the camp and shouted at him: "Mr. Mo, the sore on your arm—"

But he ignored it, he didn't want to care about the little injury, he ran out of the camp alone, summoned the spirit horse, and rode forward on the horse.

Hu Fengshuoxue was blowing towards him, behind him were the chattering pigeons from the garrison battalion, the small voice was thrown farther and farther by him.With a blood in his heart, he wanted to find Gu Mang, who was on duty at night, and said.He could feel his pounding heartbeat, his burning and smoky heart, and even the palms of his palms were slightly moist despite the wind and snow.

"Where's Gu Mang?"

When he came to the northern army camp, he panted anxiously before dismounting his horse and asked the monks in the garrison army.

"I'm looking for someone else, where is he?"

Seeing him in a hurry, the monk was startled: "Mr. Mo, Mr. Mo has an urgent report?"

"Is there any urgent report, do I have to have an urgent report if I see someone?" Fiery white mist was exhaled from his mouth, and his tone became more and more anxious.

"Then you..."

The cultivator glanced at Mo Xi's injured arm, hesitated for a moment, and didn't ask any more questions, but Mo Xi already understood what he meant—then you have nothing to do but take a good rest and recuperate, brave the wind and snow, and run from the southern army to the northern army What to do with a nobody?

Mo Xi was too anxious.

Also too impulsive.

He just figured out one thing, a very important thing that has troubled him for a long time.He had to find Gu Mang, if he didn't find Gu Mang right away, it seemed that his blood would be boiled dry overnight.

His temperament was originally one-sided, and he had to hold what he wanted in his hands when he was sure of what he wanted. He was young at that time, and he had never experienced the bitterness of love at all.

He didn't even think about the consequences at all, didn't think about human relations and morality, and didn't think about whether he would be rejected.

He didn't understand anything, so he impulsively came outside Gu Mang's tent with his heart in his heart. Standing in front of the tent, his fingers were trembling slightly, his blood was getting hotter and his heart was beating faster and faster. faster.In the end, his Adam's apple moved, he took a deep breath, and opened the curtain door with a "wow".

"Gu Mang—"

A Zhouzheng-looking attacking cultivator turned around and turned out to be Gu Mang's good friend Lu Zhanxing at the time.

Lu Zhanxing is also Murong Lian's attendant. He grew up with Gu Mang since he was a child, and he has a very perverse temper.Right now, he was eating fruit in the tent while reading the sword manual, when he saw Mo Xi, he was taken aback for a moment: "Mr. Mo?"

"..."

"How did you come?"

"Where's Gu Mang?"

"You're looking for him." Lu Zhanxing gnawed on a juicy pear, and suddenly sneered, "Why are you looking for him one or two tonight?"

"...Who is still looking for him?"

"Oh, no one, just a few of our friends, looking for him to go out to play in the nearby village, Mr. Mo, you don't know me. I was going too, but my legs haven't healed yet, so I'm too lazy to run..."

As Lu Zhanxing babbled, the anxiety in Mo Xi's heart intensified. He bit his lower lip slightly and asked, "Where did he go?"

Lu Zhanxing smiled, ready to answer his question.

But just when Mo Xi was about to dream of the answer to that sentence back then, he felt a pain.

——It seemed that the heart instinctively wanted to protect itself and prevent it from hurting any more, so the heavy darkness suddenly overwhelmed the sky and covered the sky, crushing that answer.The dream was blown away like the most fragile mote.

The black is getting deeper and deeper, the dream is getting deeper and deeper, and there is no more sound.

Ultimately nothingness.

Everything is quiet.

On the second day, Mo Xi woke up to the chirping of birds in the courtyard. He blinked his eyes slowly, and gradually regained his sobriety, as if swimming ashore from a broken mirror.

"...Gu Mang..."

Trapped in the lingering rhyme of the dream, he raised his hand, only to feel that the palm was slightly hot, and there was still a thin layer of sweat. It seemed that he could still clearly recall the burning mood when he was young, but the content of the dream had gradually faded away. blurred.

"My lord." Seeing that he was awake, Li Weiwei came over and said with a bow, "Mr. Changfeng sent some gifts early in the morning, and they are temporarily placed in the flower hall. Do you want to accept them, my lord?" ?”

"Mr. Changfeng?"

Just after waking up, he dreamed of such a melancholy past, even the wise and mighty Lord Xi He couldn't be relieved for a while.After a while, he rubbed his forehead and frowned slightly, remembering——

That was a down and out old nobleman, although his current status was there, it was in name only.Mr. Changfeng has not been in contact with other people for many, many years.

Mo Xi was a little annoyed to get up, pressed his twitching forehead, and asked, "Why did he suddenly give me a gift?"

"No details."

Mo Xi is a person who is used to being upright, so he paused and said: "Then you can return it to him, and just say that I have accepted the favor. It is not a festival or a celebration, and I don't want anything."

"Yes."

After Mo Xi finished washing and dressing, he went to the flower hall to have a look: it was an exaggeration, pearls and emeralds, silk brocades, magic weapons and elixir were carrying gift boxes, big and small, and he frowned when he saw that Li Wei who was busy was busy. call over.

"Did Mr. Changfeng commit a crime?"

"Ah?" Li Wei was stunned for a moment, "No."

"Then what does he mean by that?"

"This..." Li Wei thought in his heart, Mr. Changfeng seems to have offended many nobles in the Cultivation Academy recently because of his daughter, and some of them are still prosperous families.Giving gifts to Mr. Xihe at this time was obviously also to test the situation, to see if he could impress the great commander who had just returned to the city and knew nothing about it.

But Steward Li is still very smart. He knows that it is better not to get involved in the affairs of several families, so he said: "Even the Lord doesn't know about this, so I don't even know about it."

Mo Xi scanned those things several times in a hurry, but still couldn't figure out the other party's intentions, so he simply didn't bother to care about them.He just straightened his sleeves and said, "I'm going out, and I won't come back at noon, you make the kitchen unnecessary."

"Oh..." Li Wei responded, but couldn't help raising his eyes to secretly glance at Mo Xi.

Lord these days are not right.

It seems that after returning from Wangshu Mansion, even if there is no military affairs meeting, he still runs outside every day, sometimes for half a day, sometimes for a day, and sometimes just comes back late at night.Don't let the servants follow.

Looking at this clue, how does it look like a private meeting with a certain beautiful woman again...

As soon as this thought came out, Li Wei almost broke out in a cold sweat——

No, no!

How is it possible?

There was Mengze in the front, and Yanping in the back, not to mention other famous Shuyuans, coquettish sluts, they all tried to melt the noble and cold male god Xi Hejun, but so far no one has been able to do it.

Li Wei thought to himself, if Xihe Jun can really do that kind of thing of dating a girl without telling everyone, then what kind of troublesome beauty the other party will be.

Mo Xi sat down at the tea stand on the corner with a sullen face, and ordered a pot of Yangxian tea.The tea was served quickly, and it was accompanied by some candied dried fruits. Mo Xi drank it slowly, his long eyes wandered from time to time, looking across the street.

Across the street is the lotus pond in the backyard of Luomei Bieyuan.

And that dirty "disaster water" has not appeared for a long time.

A few days ago, Gu Mang was in a daze here almost every day, doing nothing, standing alone on the pontoon bridge, standing silently, staring at the fish in the lotus pond.

That face was dazed, as if a heavy snow had fallen all over the sky.

At first, Mo Xi didn't know what these fish were good for, until one time, he found that Gu Mang was trying to catch a fish - of course he didn't catch the fish, so the man squatted on the shore, staring blankly at the koi swaying Going away, his Adam's apple rolled, he swallowed, his eyes gradually straightened.

Only then did Mo Xi realize that he was hungry.

Murong Lian said that day that he would deduct his food for a month, and now it has been more than ten days.So Gu Mang, who was extremely wronged, actually wanted to catch fish to eat by himself...

But I don't know what happened, since that day, Gu Mang has never appeared, and Mo Xi came every day, but he never saw him squatting on a fish.

Today is no exception.

Slowly, the tea had been drunk to the bottom, and asked the stall owner to add a new pot, and sat for a long time, but Gu Mang was nowhere to be seen.

This person has not come out for five consecutive days, could it be that something happened in Luomei Bieyuan?

As Mo Xi thought about it, although his face was still calm, his heart began to feel a little anxious.He endured it, and drank the last bit of Yangxian tea in the cup, but he couldn't quench the anger in his heart.Finally got up and walked across the street——

The author has something to say:

"Confession Mode"

20-year-old Mo Xi confessed: No matter what, he rushed over to find someone.

30-year-old Mo Xi confessed: I never want to confess again.

Gu Mang's normal confession: I slept with you seriously.

Gu Mang's wolfish version of the confession: Your fur is so beautiful, can you lend me a ride?

Xiao Yueyue's confession: You are better than my fourth uncle!

Jiang Yexue's confession: I'm a widower, I don't plan to continue, I've said it several times.

Murong Lian's confession: Girl, are you willing to be sprayed like a sieve in the comment area with me?