The day passed quickly, and it was about to be the Duanyang Festival.
During this period, while Gu Mang was working hard, his memory was still a lot like sand lost between fingers. There were some things he clearly remembered one day, but when Mo Xi mentioned them to him the next, he found that he had no impression. This undoubtedly made Mo Xi very uncomfortable. Every time he looked at Gu Mang sitting in his study reading that thick pile of paper with a green light, he would feel very sad.
Although he didn't read the papers, he knew that they were all the things that Gu Mang didn't want to forget. Every day, Gu Mang would read them from beginning to the end. Obviously, he did his best, but he still couldn't keep the two people's past together.
But beyond that, the rest was comforting. Gu Mang's body was gradually recovering, his divine sense was still clear, and the black devil breath in his body did not have any sign of being impossible to suppress.
At least he could live a safe life.
On the eve of the Duanyang Festival, the emperor sent a secret letter. When the secret letter arrived, the two were brewing a jar of green plum wine together in the yard. Mo Xi opened the letter and glanced at it.
"... It's for you."
Gu Mang's ruddy lips were biting a round green plum. After hearing this, he was stunned and said, "Me?"
"See for yourself."
Gu Mang's tongue rolled, and the green plum was placed into his soft mouth. A small lump was bulging on the right side of his cheek. It looked very cute. He carefully read the letter with his eyelashes down. At last, with plum in his mouth, he blurted out a word: "Oh."
The emperor had been ill for many days since the day he met with Mo Xi. Later, maybe he was too ill to meet his foreign minister, or maybe he didn't know how to face Gu Mang - what to say? He sent Gu Mang to the platform for the black demon testing, but Gu Mang always kept the secret between them. He wanted to know how ashamed he was.
With blue eyes raised and a wry smile, he said, "He asked me to go to Zhanhun mountain for sacrifice at Duanyang Festival."
"I saw it." Mo Xi was for a while. "Are you going?"
"No."
"You don't want to see him?"
"I want to know what he will tell me. In fact, both of us are doing these things for our own purposes. But when he saw me, he could not help feeling deeply, and I had to cooperate with tears."
Then he took a green plum from the bamboo basket next to him and put it into his mouth. He mumbled, "What can't change except for heartbreak?"
Mo Xi did not immediately speak. He knew the pain in Gu Mang's heart.
In fact, Gu Mang hated the identity of "traitor." This was the case when his divine sense was lost, and was even more so now.
He remembered that one night not long ago, when it suddenly poured rain, and lightning flashed and thundered. Gu Mang was sleeping in the main bedroom before, but that night, he suddenly put on a thin coat, ran through the rain curtain to the next compartment, and got into his arms.
Mo Xi was sleeping soundly at that time, and suddenly a wet body trembled and shrank into his quilt, waking him up completely. Then he saw Gu Mang with a white face, shaking, and clinging to his chest. Mo Xi asked him what was wrong and whether he was uncomfortable.
Gu Mang just shook his head. He was freezing hard and his lips were blue and purple. He said, "I had a dream. There were ghosts after me."
This lone wolf clung to Mo Xi tightly and shrank in Mo Xi's warm arms. He couldn't help choking and said, "They were all chasing me, Mo Xi… They want to ask for my life."
Gu Mang always looked like a fearless god. But that night, in the thundering and bleak rain, he was so real and fragile waking up between dreams.
Gu Mang, who was biting a plum, felt Mo Xi staring at him hard and said, "Why do you always look at me like that?"
Mo Xi was silent for a while and said, "I'm sorry, I still can't give you a clear name. But if you want to go to Zhanhun Mountain, I can -- "
Before he finished speaking, Gu Mang interrupted him.
"I won't go."
"..."
"Besides, I killed those people. I conquered those cities. I have too many innocent people's blood on my hands. When I was innocent eight years ago, I said goodbye to my brothers. Now I don't want to go there again."
Mo Xi quickly raised his head and his eyes were sad. "You were forced to contaminate your blood while protecting them."
"People don't think so. Who kills, who pays, or what? Many people have hated me for eight years because their sons died from my hand, their husbands died from my hand, and their fathers died in my hand. Day and night, they want to bring me to justice to pay for my blood debt. Then one day, you tell them, no, Gu Mang was forced. He shouldn't be a prisoner but a hero - who do you think will believe it?"
When Gu Mang said these words, his face was light, like a well-tempered thin wine. "Mo Xi, have you ever thought that if you take away their most direct object of hate, those people will collapse? They won't let me go because they have a truth to explain… It's easy to hate someone. It's hard to let go. You and I are the people who have come down from the battlefield. You will not be unaware of this."
"I will not go to Zhanhun mountain. No matter whether it's the emperor or you accompanying me, I won't go again," Gu Mang said. He raised his head and looked at the direction of Zhanhun mountain from afar. There was the sweet fragrance of plum in his mouth, but his throat was sour. He sighed.
"In the eyes of the living, I am already infamous. But if I don't go to Zhanhun mountain, at least in the hearts of the seventy thousand dead brothers, I am still that clear-minded and clean Gu Mang."
"That's enough."
So they turned down the emperor, but at last they did not close the door to spend a undisturbed Duanyang Festival at Xihe mansion.
Because the day before the festival, they received an invitation from a second person.
"Who is it this time?"
Mo Xi said, "Jiang Yexue. He's asking to his house and make zongzi with him."
"Ah." Gu Mang was a little surprised and opened his eyes.
"He invited us both."
Gu Mang said with a smile, "He doesn't think I'm a villain."
"Have you forgotten?" Mo Xi curled up Jiang Yexue's letter and gently knocked twice on the front of Gu Mang's forehead. "He helped me repair the jade slips. He saw all my reactions at that time - you are not a traitor in front of him. He has always been very clever. Although no one explained the cause and effect to him, I think he should have guessed ten times as well."
"..." Gu Mang didn't say a word.
Mo Xi rubbed his bun smoothly. "Go ahead, you haven't been busy with others for a long time. Do you want to see Jiang Xiong?"
Gu Mang nodded.
"Jiang Xiong must also want to be handsome. You were the little madman who played a song for him at his wedding. He must be very glad you could go there."
Gu Mang's soft and long eyes looked like the corner of a rock was pried open by the past, showing the grievances that he could not bear. At that moment, Mo Xi saw that the tip of Gu Mang's eyes were a little red.
Jiang Yexue's private house was in a secluded and clean corner in the north of the city. It was the small courtyard that was given to him when he married. He had been the elder of the school palace for so many years now. His salary was not cheap but he had always been a frugal and nostalgic person so he never changed again.
In the Duanyang Festival, people sprinkled realgar, sold sachets, and danced with calamus leaves to drive away evil spirits. The streets were full of people. In order to avoid people's eyes and ears, they went by carriage. When they arrived at Jiang mansion, they were both stunned.
They thought that Jiang Yexue would be at home alone, but before they came in, they heard two young people laughing——
The first was a young man saying, "I'm not a monster. It's useless for you to sprinkle realgar wine on me."
Second came a more childish voice, giggling with a string of laughter. It was a little girl, only seven or eight years old. Her voice was soft and sweet, "Then look at me, I'll see if you're a monster."
Turning to the wall, they saw that the yard had been hung with leaves and cattail and Duanyang lanterns. The two people who were playing were one big person and one small person. The big one was dressed in a white dress with a gold border, with a gold ring and a braid. His forehead was decorated with gold and silver beads, and at his waist hung a plum blossom sachet made of colored silk. It was Yue Chenqing.
The little one was a girl in a colorful five-dot poison coat. She was wearing a five color silk thread on her arm. She carried a small paper kite in the shape of a centipede. Yue Chenqing his finger in realgar to draw the word "king" on her forehead.
When she heard the sound of footsteps turning her head, she saw Gu Mang and couldn't help but smile. "Ah! Gege! "
It turned out that this little girl was not someone else. It was the daughter of
Chang Fengjun who suffered from madness. Gu Mang didn't expect to meet the two of them at Jiang Yexue's house. He was surprised and at a loss. "Little Lan'er… Why are you here? "
"Sir asked me to come. I've been staying with him recently." Xiao Lan'er was still shy and timid, but she looked more cheerful than before. She opened Yue Chenqing's hand, and jumped to Gu Mang with a rabbit's joyful heartbeat. "Mister said that gege would accompany us to spend Duanyang today. I thought he was coaxing me, but I didn't think it would be true!"
Yue Chenqing also knew they were coming. He smiled and nodded. "Xihe Jun, Gu… Er... " He didn't know how he should call Gu Mang. He couldn't call his name directly now. General Gu has touched the scales on the king again. If he called him Gu Mang Xiong or something like that, it would sound like he was in the same generation a Mo Xi. So he thought about it for a moment and said with a smile, "Uncle Gu."
Mo Xi said unexpectedly, "You also came to Jiang Xiong's house for the festival today?"
"Yes."
"Then your father..."
"Well, don't mention it. I wanted to let Dage come home for Duanyang, but only one word came from my mouth before I was scolded by my father. He told me not to talk with -" Yue Chenqing said, looked into the inner court, lowered his voice, "he told me not to mix with people who are not three or four."
After that, he added, "Xihe, don't you mind. My father is such a person. In addition, he has been getting worse recently. He is always angry and suspicious. He even scolds me badly. My uncle and I have discussed. We are busy these days, but after we will take him to the Huntian cave in the old fiefdom to cultivate his spirit. If he gets better, his speech will not be so bad."
Mo Xi said, "You finally want to recognize him as dage."
Yue Chenqing was a little embarrassed and scratched his head. "Jiang Dage, he is very good, either to me or to Fourth Uncle. He never said bad things about the Yue family. Before, I used to listen to the wind and rain. It was my fault."
Gu Mang squatted beside Xiao Lan'er to amuse her while listening to Yue Chenqing's narration. At this time, he looked up with a smile and said, "He must be very happy if you can recognize him and accompany him. He told us before that it would be nice if there were some relatives on New Year's day. You, Murong Chuyi, if only you could accompany him."
Hearing the name of Murong Chuyi, Yue Chenqing's eyes were dim.
"Fourth uncle… Don't say it to Jiang Dage, but he is not very good to me recently. According to the people in the family, it seems that he wants to move out of Yue mansion to live alone. "
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The author has something to say: in the previous chapter, JJ was unlocked at noon, but I don't think you can see it? I resubmitted to clear the cache. Now I can see it in the past. This system is too weak
What's more, I never thought that I could lock at that level yesterday Don't you just give me a hug = = I'm suddenly worried about some of the content in the next few chapters that I didn't think it mattered