Gu Mang hugged his head and felt dizzy.
It was blinding.
The name on top of Guan is Lin…
Lin'an… Chu family…
These fragmentary fragments, like sharp knives, pierced his brain and swam in his already chaotic mind, stimulating his related memories.
In a trance, he seemed to hear a soft satin voice quietly singing, "Red begonia, yellow begonia, how melodious the wind blows. The little boy in the distance, thoughts of caring for my father and mother."
The singer faintly had the local dialect of Lin'an. She sang a nursery rhyme of
Jiangnan Water Town, coaxing the children who were going to sleep.
Red begonia, yellow begonia…
Gu Mang took a painful step back, and the side of his head was throbbing. On the one hand was the fading memory, on the other hand was the stimulated recollection. The scattered past events in his mind were hard to catch like drifting wind and snow. However, they suddenly appeared like a shadow, which made him more confused.
He seemed to see Aunt Lin sitting by the window in a shack of Wangshu mansion. She patted Gu Mang, who was leaning against her knee sleeping and sang softly, "How melodious the wind blows. The little boy in the distance... "
A memory of vaguely squinting from the child's own eyes, showing a smile at her, murmuring like a dream, "Aunt Ni, you sing really good."
Aunt Lin's eyes were soft as spring catkins. She touched the hair of her child. "If you like it, Aunt Lin will sing it to you all the time."
"Then won't you be tired?"
The woman smiled. "No."
"Then won't you be thirsty?"
"No."
The child stared and yawned. The little beast curled up beside the woman. "Auntie, if you were my Ah Niang, that would be great."
The hands that caressed him suddenly stopped and trembled slightly.
But at that time, Gu Mang didn't notice these details at all, nor did he look up to see Aunt Lin's complicated look. He just shrunk down and adjusted to a more comfortable posture to be next to her.
Outside the window of the open little porch, there were delicate petals falling with the spring rain, blowing into the house.
That light pink, as if a good dream they would wake up from at any time.
"The little boy in the distance, thoughts of caring for my father and mother...."
Gu Mang suddenly knelt down in the deep of his dream. His head seemed to be split by a dull axe. He held his head and lied on the ground gasping for breath.
He was like a dying fish. He was convulsing more and more.
Murong Lian said he should at least remember——
Remember what?
Remember that Aunt Lin was not Lin, but Chu. He was not a slave of Wangshu mansion, but a child of Murong Xuan and Miss Chu… Right?
He could not contain himself and recall the important things he had written in the volume. And the above sentence repeatedly mentioned by him was, "You have the grace of life in Wangshu mansion. The past is hard to read, disputes are hard to watch. I hope you at least remember this, so you do not embarrass Wangshu Jun."
So he knew the truth before he lost his memory, right?
It seemed that he felt the tremor of his strong mind. Some memories that had sunk into the abyss seemed to flash out like water from the bank of Jiaolong. In that begonia nursery rhyme, he vaguely thought of what Aunt Lin had said to him before she died.
The diseased woman clenched his hand tightly and her haggard lips opened and closed. She said to him, "Ah Mang… Madam Zhao… Although Madam
Zhao has such… It is not good… But she... But she is not like the rumors of Chonghua, that she is… Keke, she is a ruthless, jealous woman… She... Unlike her family… Her heart is good… It's just that she's too stubborn. Many people misunderstand her… She doesn't want to explain..."
"But you can't misunderstand her… If it wasn't for her, Ah Mang, you couldn't come to the world..."
"You know… She, she saved your life and your mother's life. So, please don't resent that mother and son, Madam Zhao and the little gongzi. In fact..."
She spoke though it was very difficult to breathe. Her pale lips trembled and her eyes were fixed on his face, as if she wanted to engrave him deep into her soul.
She was as light as a mosquito, but still with tears in her eyes, insisted, "Actually They... She's also a poor person... "
Seek nothing but retreat.
A mother and child bound by blood and self-esteem.
How can I get better?
Aunt Ni! Aunt Ni! " Little Gu Mang lied beside the woman's couch, and her eyes were still open. There were clear tears running down her cheeks, but the brilliance inside was suddenly out. At that time, Gu Mang didn't really know what life and death were like. He didn't understand that the woman who would sing nursery rhymes to coax him would never come back.
He began to wail for her. He was so sad that he could not go deep into what Aunt Lin said before she died.
It wasn't until a long time later that he realized in a trance that for Aunt Lin to be able say this, must have known something about his life experience.
At least Aunt Lin would know who his biological mother was.
But she didn't give him the chance to ask.
Later, Gu Mang grew up.
Even though Murong Lian had been making trouble and insulting him, he hardly quarreled with him.
Maybe it was because Aunt Lin never appealed to him for anything. The only thing she asked him to do before she died was not to embarrass Madam Zhao or her son. Or maybe Aunt Lin never lied him. She said that Madam Zhao was kind to him, and that would not be wrong.
He has always looked at them with gratitude.
On the other hand, Gu Mang had been investigating his life experience. He gradually had some vague guesses from the small volume of forbidden books and the rumors.
Until one time after many years, he found a box of letters between Murong Xuan and Miss Chu in the dusty book pavilion of Wangshu mansion, and finally everything came to a conclusion. He finally realized clearly that he should be Murong Xuan's son, Murong Lian's half brother.
At that time, both Aunt Lin or Madame Zhao had become dust in their tombs.
Gu Mang had no solid evidence to prove his bloodline. In fact, he had his own dream at that time. He had lived in the dark for a long time. He had made friends with Lu Zhanxing and a group of friends in the dirt. He didn't want to go ashore bloody and shed his skin and stand in the right aristocratic group that he should have belonged to.
He had been a slave for so many years and knew their sufferings, so he was more eager to lead the people in the cold caves against the wind, rather than be alone.
His only nostalgia for his true identity was that he could not help but blush in the face of a stack of sacrifice robes left by Murong Xuan during a year-end sacrifice.
He reached out his hand and gently stroked the blue and gold silk belt.
While there was no one, he tied the end in front of his forehead.
Obviously it belonged to him, but he could only steal it like a thief. Before he could have a close look at the end mirror, the door behind him would pop open.
Murong Lian rushed in angrily, his eyes shining with anger.
"You wretch! How dare you touch my father's remains? Take it off!!!"
Take it off!
Murong Lian was so severe and eager that he even reached for Gu Mang's heroic ornament. "This is my Murong family's thing. What are you?! You don't deserve it."
At that time, Gu Mang didn't realize because he was sad, but Murong Lian, who rushed in at that moment and forcibly grabbed his belt, seemed to be too anxious and too frightened.
He used to think that Murong Lian humiliated him just because he didn't like him.
It was not.
It was as if he knew the truth that they were brothers, but he never exposed it. In fact, Murong Lian had long known. Because of this, every progress of Gu Mang was like a slap on his face. Every success of Gu Mang was a great threat to his power.
"You are both heirs by blood. If you don't study hard, I should think the mansion will be his sooner or later."
"How can you be inferior to a stinky boy under the common people's livelihood?"
"Murong Lian, you should treat him as a sword hanging over your head. Think about it. If one day he knows that he is also a Murong family member, how can he not seize your power?"
Both of them, one before and one after, actually knew their blood relationship with each other. However, one was always full of vigilance for the other side and speculated badly. One of them kept his mother's last words before she died, silently forbearing and protecting.
To this day.
Gu Mang suddenly woke up from the illusion and gasped for breath——
In front of him was darkness. He didn't know where he was or how long he had been in a coma. Now it was night, and he didn't want to know. He just moved his lips and raised his trembling hands to cover his eyelids.
There was silence all around.
He lied in the darkness, his mind was in chaos. He rubbed his face hard, but his hands were wet.
He shivered a little.
He felt as if Murong Lian's blood was still in his palm when he was seriously injured.
The meeting broke up.
The emperor stood on the terrace behind the Jinluan palace with his hands in his arms. The sky was gray and the clouds turned black. The emperor was facing the imperial city. Dragonflies flew around the lotus in the flower pond. The wind already had some taste of a rainstorm coming.
"Your Majesty, the spirit of blood demon beast has been put into testing. At present, everything seems to be going well." Zhou He stood aside and said to the emperor, "However, there are frequent movements in Liaoguo. I'm afraid they don't want to leave too much time for Chonghua to respond. As you said at the court meeting today, they are likely to commit large-scale attacks at any time. I'm afraid I can't develop what you need before the outbreak of the war. "
The emperor closed his eyes. "It's up to people to plan things, and it's up to heaven to accomplish things. It was not easy to get the spirit of this blood demon. It's heaven's blessing. You don't have to think about it. Try your best."
Zhou He answered, but he didn't mean to leave.
The emperor turned to his face and said, "What's the matter? What else?"
"Yes," Zhou He said, "The spirit of the blood demon is very weak, and its power cannot be fully exerted. My subordinates heard that the Guoshi of Liaoguo gathered qi for it with a magic guqin, but there is no such instrument in the Sishu platform. There is no good solution for this matter, so I want to dare to ask for help from you."
"After all, you want a magic weapon that can nourish the spirit of blood demon beast?"
Zhou He nodded.
The emperor frowned and said, "It's really difficult. It could have been entrusted to the Yue family, but old man Yue Juntian's health is getting worse and worse. Not long ago, he went to Lin'an's old fiefdom with a group of people from Yuefu.
He planned to cultivate in Huntian cave, but he couldn't come back for a while."
"What about Elder Qingxu?" Zhou He asked.
"He's not in the capital either. He said that he was related to Yue's family in the end. Though he broke his bones, his tendons are still connected. Although Yue Juntian refused to recognize him, now the old man is in the dusk of Xishan Mountain, and Qingxu is a man who doesn't care about it, so he went with him," the emperor said. "The three refining masters of Chonghua, Yue Juntian, Jiang Yexue and Murong Chuyi, are all in Lin'an."
"..."
"But blood demon beast must be the most important thing," the emperor said. "I will write a letter today and send it to Yue Juntian. When he is cultivating in Lin'an, he will first find a way to develop the magic weapon. Don't worry." "Yes."
The emperor wanted to tell him something else. At this time, the servant came to the emperor and whispered, "Xihe Jun is waiting outside saying he wants to see you."
The emperor then said to Zhou He, "Go down first."
"Let him in," he said to the servant.
Zhou He retreated and met Mo Xi in the corridor.
It had been three days since the northern border army won the battle in Daze. The news of the strange things that happened on the front lines during the three days was very popular. Even Zhou He, a man who didn't like to hear about foreign affairs, heard that the Guoshi of Liaoguo was threatening Mo Xi to die when the two armies were fighting. Not to mention those beautiful or unbearable speculation.
For a time, there was a lot of wind and rain in the city. Although no one dared to turn over to the bright side and ask about Mo Xi, almost every household, every mouth, would discuss the relationship between Mo Xi and Gu Mang in secret.
Once before, those details, such as Murong Lian saying he visited Gu Mang in Luomei Garden Villa, Murong Lian fighting against Mo Xi in court for ownership of Gu Mang, and so on.
At that time, people thought there was nothing, but now they thought it was a turbulent undercurrent and extremely ambiguous.
Zhou He, as a man who had seen Mo Xi rob the prisoner, naturally had a little more speculation than others. So when he saw Mo Xi in the corridor, he sneered. "Xihe Jun, come to plead for the good brother who is as good as you?"
"..."
"It's not that easy this time. He's the first suspect to assassinate Wangshu Jun."
Mo Xi didn't care about him at all. With a handsome face and unblinking eyes, he crossed his shoulder and walked to the terrace of the Jinluan Hall.
When he arrived, the emperor was sitting on the edge of the carved fence, folding a piece of dogtail grass to tease the red dragonfly circling on the pond. "Yes, sir."
"En. Here you are."
Mo Xi didn't beat around the bush, but directly asked, "How is Wangshu Jun?"
"Mengze is taking care of him. He's not in good condition. He hasn't been awake for so many days."
"..."
"But don't worry, you are the one who knows the inside story. In any case, you won't believe that Wangshu Jun was assassinated by Gu Shuai. But now he is on the cusp of the storm, and he always has to do what he looks like to the outside world." After a pause, the emperor said, "The place where he is being held for trial is said to be a cell, but I also led you to see it for a long time. In fact, it's a quiet room for him to recuperate. If you want to see him, you don't have to go with me."
"That's why I'm here," Mo Xi said.
The emperor slightly raised his eyebrows. "How?"
Mo Xi thought a lot before responding. He wanted to tell him that even if the royal family provided the most comprehensive protection for Gu Mang, he couldn't rest assured. He wanted to explain that he had experienced too much separation from Gu Mang in the first half of this life, and he didn't want Gu Mang to leave his sight. He even wanted to directly tell the emperor of the relationship between him and Gu Mang.
But at this time, he felt that any more explanation was unnecessary. He almost had a very delicate feeling that the emperor seemed to know everything and he didn't need to say anything more.
So Mo Xi said, "I still plan to take him back to Xihe mansion secretly."
The emperor was silent for a moment and sighed, "Xihe Jun, it's only an external statement to detain him for interrogation. You also know that since you returned to the city, I never treated him lightly. His black devil's breath went away, his memory was disordered to the point of collapse, and I was trying my best to cure him."
"I know," Mo Xi said. "I'm also involved in the military department these days, leaving early and returning late. I know I can't take care of him properly, and I rely on you to take care of my senior brother."
"If you understand..."
"But I'm done with what I was doing now. I still want to accompany him personally."
"..." The emperor put up the dog tail grass, and the dragonflies around him scattered in surprise. "Don't you trust me?"
"I just promised him that I would never leave him again."
The emperor sighed, "Xihe Jun, now the whole Chonghua is staring at him and you… Those rumors outside don't know you - " He didn't go on. He paused for a moment, and said, "He will be more comprehensive here."
But Mo Xi didn't mean to discuss anything. He just looked at him silently and persistently.
After a while, the emperor was defeated, and had somewhat of a headache… "Well, if you really want to, you can take him back from the solitary therapy room. However, you should be careful and never let people find out that he is still in your house."
"Thank you very much," Mo Xi said.
He was about to turn around to receive more people when suddenly he saw a high-level dark guard of the royal palace rushing to him.
That dark guard jumped from the ridge of the eaves, then a staggered to kneel on the ground. He had obviously suffered an extremely heavy injury. "Em- Emperor!"
"What's the matter?" he said.
"No! The direction of the therapy room is… A master broke in!"
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The author has something to say: PS. the ballad of "red Begonia" has been used before in erha Lin'an volume and adapted from "five wonders of reed weaving". It's not original. It's a misunderstanding. It's a saying~~~
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