That night, Mengze sent ink back to his home.
Originally, this incident was inconsistent with the identity of a princess in a country, but Mengze, like her eldest brother in the monarchy, was a person who did not mind the worldly vision. Gu Mang lifted the veil of the carriage for her, trying to help Fu Mo go out in the carriage, but Mengze glanced at him and said, "I can do it."
Gu Mang shouted, "I'm sorry. I didn't mean it before. I wanted to stop him from drinking."
Mengze was not fierce to him, but he was also not kind, holding him lightly and not speaking.
Instead, Yueniang sneered beside, sneerly: "Stop the wine? Are you qualified? Are you worth it?"
Gu Mang paused and said, "I just know something ... I want to make up for it."
Yue Niang said sharply: "Make up? You have made so many muddies and hurt others so many times. Now you know you have to make up. But what good do we want your pig heart! What can you make up for?"
"..."
Yue Niang insisted: "You are a broom star to deceive people! You-"
"Don't say anything." Mengze raised her hand to interrupt her, then turned to look at Gu Mang.
Under the bright moonlight, Mengze's expression was very cold and cold. She did not bully him, but her eyes were cold.
"Gu Shuai, I know you are kind today, but please don't bother Brother Mo. You've done him too deeply." Mengze said, "let him go."
She didn't say that he was harmful, such words could not be said from Mengze's mouth, but Gu Mang already understood her meaning. He looked at Mo Xi's shoulder injury, and remained silent for a while, then turned and walked behind the carriage. Mengze and Mo went out into the car, and he followed in silence.
Back at the mansion, Li Wei, who had heard of the situation, led a group of servants. Qi Qihou was in front of the door. When he saw Mengze, he knelt and worshiped and said, "Subordinate Li Wei, see Princess Mengze, Chitose, Wanfu. Jin'an! "
Although Mengze is not the hostess of Xunhefu, almost everyone treats her in this position. Respectfully and warmly led her into the room.
The seat ornaments of Xunhefu are all paired. Li Wei's dog legs helped settle the ink in his bed and sleep, and then came out to charm Mengze: "Princess, I can miss you in my house, everything I want to give you a place. Just waiting for your convenience. "
Mengze sighed, "He's just a lazy man. He plans a pair of pairs. What's left for me?"
"How can it be, the Lord 's love for the princess, we all look down on them." Li Wei said, pulling the Huanghuali seat in the hall open, "The princess sits down and drinks Go for a cup of tea. "
Mengze did not refuse, Yue Niang laughed and said, "So, it will bother Li butler."
"No trouble, no trouble!" Li Wei busy greeted the people to prepare eight snacks and eight candied fruits, a pot of Biluochun brought to Mengze, hehe smiled and pleased, "Princess, this tea set is only one For cups, the Lord used this set most of the weekdays. In the future, you should come to accompany him to drink tea and play chess. "
Mengze glanced at the tea set, which is indeed a double-cup tea set produced by Chonghua Royal Kiln Factory. It only comes with one pot and two cups, which are generally used to entertain close friends or husbands and wives. Yuyao factory's burning of this type of tea set is actually a joy, meaning "you and I are affectionate, there is no one else."
Meng Zexue turned his face away and coughed softly: "The steward Li has no need to talk nonsense, I have never liked the porcelain of Songzhumei. You have to feel attentive to your homeowner at will. I will tell you when he wakes up He, see that he doesn't punish you. "
Li Weidao: "Oh, I dare not, then I dare not."
That being said, the smile in my eyes is half the mark. It's not hard to guess the daughter's heart, Mengze blame, but she loves to hear Mo Xiyu miss her, treat her well, and treat her differently.
While the princess was waiting for her refreshment to accompany her to talk one after another, Yu Guang glanced at a person standing in a small dark corner, watching them silently.
Li Wei murmured in his heart.
On weekdays, Mengze's position is Gu Mang, and the tea set used by Mengze is also used by Gu Mang ... but ... but this is because Gu Mang didn't understand the etiquette, and the Lord was too lazy to control him, so he let him Such arrogance. At this moment Gu Mang, don't think that Mengze has occupied his territory, should you come up with Mengze?
Li Wei playing the snare drum, was about to find a reason to support Gu Mang, but saw Gu Mang staring at Meng Ze for a while, the glance was not hate, but dim.
It was like a wolf cub with a fur, recognizing his status and destiny in the ethnic group, stood there for a while, and turned away.
It does n't matter when you do n't understand a lot of things. Once you understand it, look back and you will understand why other people reacted at that time. Now Gu Mang finally knows why he wanted to sit in this place at first. Mo Xi would be so unhappy that he would say to him, "This seat is not reserved for you."
Wolves have their own subordinates in the herd, as do people.
He thought that the position around Mo Xi was empty, so he relied on it without concern. It turned out that it wasn't already there, but she didn't return. He kept it for her.
It was his shamelessness that occupied Mengze's place.
He just felt his cheeks burning hot.
"Gu Mang seems to have been a lot better lately." After a few days after New Year's Eve, Li Wei felt his chin and stood under the porch watching the hard-working figure. He snorted twice, and finally laughed and came to the conclusion, "Yang Jiang's medicine really works."
Mo went out to ask him what Jiang Yexue said to him several times, or if he remembered something later, but Gu Mang was not very willing to say.
Until the day after the spring, Mo Xi changed a plain white robe and said he would go to Zhanhunshan to fragrance his father. Gu Mang heard it, and there was a gloom in his eyes.
Mo Xi frowned: "What's wrong?"
Gu Mang has worked very hard over the past few months, and now he has spoken more consistently. Except for individual words or when his emotions are particularly exciting, otherwise he is not much different from normal people.
Gu Mang said: "I want to be with you. Can you?"
"what are you going to do."
Gu Man looked down and whispered, "I want to worship too."
Mo's slender fingers who stopped straightening his collar stopped, raised his eyes and stared at him as if thinking about something. After a while, he said, "... change into white clothes. I'll wait for you in the front hall."
The war souls of spring day are lush, with flowers and fragrant flowers. The severe coldness of the winter has passed, and the unsealed stream is flowing, the gentle sunshine of April shines on the river surface, shining with a crystal luster. From time to time, there were awakened animals fleeing after being shocked, and the two went up the mountain in silence.
The worship is sincere, no sword guard, no effort, only walking step by step, from the foot of the mountain all the way up, it took half an hour to finally reach the top of the battle soul mountain.
Two guards standing outside the martyrs stand, met Mo Xi, bowed their heads, saluted the red crickets: "See Ji Hejun!"
Mo Xi nodded with them and led Gu Mang into the cemetery. Surrounded by pine and cypress in the courtyard, it was very quiet. It seemed to be worried about disturbing the sleep of the British soul, and even the bird's owls seemed infinitely ethereal. The two walked up the long steps of Bai Yu, Gu Mang looked around, and all they saw were jade monuments engraved with gold characters.
Su Huaijun, Zhou Jingyue, and the heroic spirit died.
The cold mountain Junyue wind cliff, the heroes sleep forever.
...
The higher the tombstone stands, the more magnificent the life engravings will be.
Gu Mang's footsteps could not help but stop as he passed a huge jade monument—the stone monument was still covered with fresh **** fruits, soot and paper money were recently hardened, and they were not windy in the sink. Blow away, the three fragrances in the furnace were burning silently.
He couldn't help looking up to see the words on the tablet.
That line of characters is full and graceful, with a magnificent grace, engraved vigorously, "The seventh generation Wang Shujun Murong Xuan, the heroes are dormant." The sun was shining and Jinze was brilliant.
After noticing his movements, Mo turned back and glanced, saying, "That's Mu Rong's father's tomb." After he said it, he glanced over to the tribute and the incense burner again, and sighed: "It seems that Murong Qing is just It didn't take long. "
That's okay, if Mu Rongci collided with Gu Mang here, it would inevitably be another lip-sword, so many martyrs looked at it, and it was inappropriate after all.
Gu Mang looked at Murong Xuan's tombstone for a while and turned to Mo Xi: "What about your father's tomb?"
"At the top of the mountain. Let's go."
The two climbed to the top, their eyes floated around, the sky and the earth were vast, and the city of Zhonghua Wang emerged faintly among the clouds, as far away as a dream of the next generation. Looking back, the mountain road when coming came like a long river, connecting the mundane earth at the bottom of the mountain with the dead city on the top of the mountain. On the top of Battle Spirit Mountain, death is far more real than life.
Mo went out to a three-foot-high monument, and set aside the sacrifice basket in his hand.
"Father, I'm here to see you."
The mountain wind blew his white robe, the peak seemed as close to Jiutian, Xu Yang seemed to fall straight from the top of his head, the gold characters on the jade monument floated, and the long eyelashes extinguished by the ink trembled softly, facing the dazzling light I saw the handwriting inch by inch.
Fulin Jun Mo Qing pool, the heroes are dormant.
Mo knelt down and the incense ignited. He clothed the sacrifices one by one, the gold coins were burned, and the blue smoke blew through the clear fragrance of pine and cypress branches.
Gu Mang followed him kneeling beside him, hesitantly stretched out his hand, looked at Mo Xi inquiringly, seeing that Mo Xi paused, but did not stop, so he also took some paper money and put it into the brazier.
The flame rolled up suddenly, and the heat wave ran up, causing Gu Man to narrow his eyes and cough.
Mo Xi took the tongs with a fire tongs, and made them ignite as many as possible. There was an indescribable feeling in his heart-many years ago, he hoped to bring Gu Mang to worship at his father's grave. I want to be the only elder I respect, and to see the only one who I really care about.
But Gu Mang refused at that time.
Gu Mang always smiled and shied away: "Farewell, what, we are going to worship Uncle Mo in this relationship. He must be unhappy, and he will scold you for making trouble in heaven."
Or Dang Erlang said locally, "Master Shige, master Shige can accompany you, this thing is really bad, so serious, your daughter-in-law will be jealous in the future. How can I feel sorry for the girl's house."
He knew that the heart of the girl's house could not be broken, so he could step on the truth of Mo Xi.
Now Gu Mang followed him obediently, no one taught him, and followed him honestly. It's almost like that yearning came true.
But Mo wasn't happy at all.
After the paper ingots were burned, Mo sighed and said, "Let's go."
Gu Mang didn't move, looked at him sideways, and suddenly said, "... I'm sorry."
Mo's motion stopped, his eyes still fell on the monument, and he said for a while: "On New Year's Eve, Jiang Yexue told you that it was not my father's business."
"You guessed it?"
"Looking at your performance these past few months, I have a lot of points in my heart."
Gu Mang repeated, "I'm so sorry."
Mo Xi looked at him.
Well, I am really happy. I used to want to worship his father. He came. He wanted to hear this apology, he said. But this should not be the case-it should have been his lover, not a traitor prisoner, to apologize, and he should have apologized for the cause and not so ignorant.
"I'm true ... I really can't remember why I betrayed you then." Gu Mang said earnestly, "but it won't happen again."
Mo cut his throat and closed his eyes, and closed his eyes: "Gu Mang, do you think, what are you and me after?"
Gu Mang didn't know what to say, so he said, "Don't be sad ..."
"Why do you think I'm sad?" Mo Xi said, "I'll never look back for your sad days. As for your betrayal ... that's because you have your ambition and your revenge. "
"You are a ghost of war, a lunatic who makes the enemy scare. The dream of your life is to take your army to build a career and gallop on the battlefield. Your eyes are bright when you hear the battle. You do n't like bleeding, but the war excites you. Because that's your only way to reverse your destiny. "Mo paused and turned to look at him.
"But that's not the case for me."
"..."
"I hate the battlefield. Because it keeps taking important things away from me, and only pays back the fame that I don't care about. Gu Mang, I used to be the same robe as you, but maybe we were never fellow travelers."
He turned his eyes to the cloud of smoke and said, "So we are destined for the final route."
The author has something to say: I talk first and I do n't count the word count, so I do n't mind if I talk nonsense today.