The crow mocked, the old tree withered.
There was a man dressed like snow standing in front of one of the low bluestone tombstones in the cemetery on the outskirts of Lin'an. There were not many people in charge of the tombstone, which was covered with dust. The words on the top were not very deep, and the handwriting on the edge of the foot was mostly worn.
Murong Chuyi looked at it quietly——
The stone tablet was set up by the boss of the restaurant for the deceased, so there was no such thing as "loving mother" or "loving wife." Only four simple words.
Tomb of Chu Lian.
He found it following the boss's directions. It was the first time he had seen his biological mother after thirty years of wandering around.
He once complained about his mother's tenderness, abandoning him at the gate of the temple. He also felt resentment in his heart. He didn't know what kind of helplessness she had to bear.
It turned out he didn't.
Murong Chuyi slowly knelt down in front of the tombstone of Chu Lian, raised his slender fingers and stroked the thin dust of the tombstone. He wanted to open his mouth to call his mother. His lips moved, but there was no sound.
He has never called anyone Ah Niang. For more than thirty years, suddenly there was a grave where he can pronounce the name, but he could no longer say it easily.
It was obviously just such a simple word.
Just like a sharp thorn stuck in his throat, he felt pain and acerbity, but could not make a single sound.
He slowed down for a while, closed his eyes, and then put his fingertips together to slowly trace the four words: the tomb of Chu Lian. When the stone powder fell, the light traces on the tombstone became deep again, as if they were carved in his heart——
Tomb of Chu Lian.
It turned out that was her name.
Next to the tomb of Chu Lian was another more ancient monument. It had no name. It was the tomb that the boss gave to the murdered Chu family in order to feel the gratitude of that year. Just for fear of being discovered by the officials, he not even dare inscribe anything. He only carved a small lotus flower on the tombstone.
Murong Chuyi raised his hand, touched his left arm through the white clothes which were not stained by dust.
He always wanted to have a home.
These two steles in the cemetery were the result of his hard work. It was very cold.
It wasn't that he didn't want to look for the surviving young son that the shopkeeper spoke about, but when he learned that he was surrounded by his wife and children and his family was happy, he felt that his appearance would be like that of his Yue family, which was an extremely awkward position. Other people's lives were full. He didn't need to add anything extra.
He knelt down in front of the tombstone and sat down. His mind was always clear and confused. Hateful, resentful, unwilling, disconsolate and painful. His heart and mouth seemed to be split by these feelings. He didn't know what he wanted to think of. At last, he just sat in awe.
The moon was bright and the stars were sparse.
He raised his hand to touch his mother - his fingers were cold against the monuments. The home he found was also cold.
"At the beginning, their family didn't move at all, but was taken in by some dignitary of Wangdu forcing the two girls to be abducted. The Chu father was so eager to protect his daughter that he was killed by them. Yao'er was also left in the haystack to die."
"In her panicked escape, Miss Chu fell down a steep slope and fell into the five poisons abyss."
"On the outskirts of Lin'an, I just… found the body of the Chu father and his head was separated from his body—"
The words heard echoed in his ears like curses. Murong Chu Yi suddenly couldn't bear his hatred. He got up and suddenly a group of flames gathered in his palm.
Suddenly there was a rustle of footsteps behind him.
Someone stopped not far behind him, and called out to him with a deep low voice, "Gentleman Murong."
Murong Chuyi suddenly looked back. His eyes as bright as electricity, he snapped, "Who?!"
Mo Xi stood between the two rows of tombs not far away and looked at him.
Murong Chuyi narrowed his eyes slightly. "I'm not sure… Why are you?"
"I was in the restaurant at dusk today."
The expression of Murong Chuyi suddenly became sharp. He had a very fierce appearance. At this time, he was alert and his eyes were threatening, which made him more difficult to approach than usual.
"You heard -"
"I heard it."
The golden light in his palm suddenly turned into a long sword with broken hair blowing from the handle. Murong Chuyi's swordlike eyebrows were low and he frowned. Not to speak nonsense, he raised his hand, and then a flash of sword light fell down in front of Mo Xi.
But Mo Xi opened a barrier, blocking it from outside.
The golden sword and the red border collided. The sparks burst and splashed. Mo Xi looked at him and said, "Murong, I'm not here to fight with you. I'm not the one standing beside Yue Juntian either. If I were, I wouldn't have to be in front of you."
Murong Chuyi failed in a single attack. He folded up his attack and held the sword in front of him. His face was full of warning.
"Then what are you going to do?" Murong Chuyi narrowed his eyes dangerously, "Plead for Yue Juntian?"
"You should know that I have always been against him."
"..."
"For so many years he lived with me, I have never formed an alliance with him, had personal relations with him, or even said a few words. You shouldn't be confused about that."
Murong Chuyi didn't speak, but the hissing spirit on the sword was extinguished.
After a while, Murong Chuyi's sword was behind him, but his face was still tense. He stared at Mo Xi and said, "Yue Jun was in a daze and had no way to deal with it. After many years of sealing off fish and meat in the fiefdom, others' lives have been destroyed. I have to settle this account with him."
Mo Xi turned his head and said, "If I were you, I would think so."
Murong Chuyi said, "What are you doing in my way?"
Mo Xi asked, "If I don't stop you, you will immediately go to ask Yue Juntian about his guilt, and the enemy will be killed."
Murong Chuyi said sharply, "Why don't you?"
"What justice can you get, whether for your mother or your grandfather, when you take revenge like this? Murong, you know the most important thing to do is to report this to the emperor. Yue Juntian's selfish desire to hurt the people in the fiefdom has made him lose his morality. He concealed it afterwards and deceived the emperor. That's a double crime. The emperor won't condone it."
Murong Chuyi stared at him with red eyes. "What will happen if he doesn't? Will he be executed? Want him to die? Neither. He will only be given a fine without any pain, and then his blood debt will be wiped out. You think I haven't thought of it?"
"In addition, don't tell me that the emperor will deal with it according to the law," Murong Chuyi said coldly. "Where was the law when Yue Juntian humiliated my mother? Where was the law when he killed my family? When he did this, he didn't have any legal constraints. When I arrived, I had to follow the rules, didn't
I?"
Mo Xi looked at him and said for a while, "OK."
"If you don't want to listen to me and insist on taking revenge, go. I will not stop you," he said
"..."
"But Murong, have you ever thought about the consequences of your doing so?"
"Yue Juntian is dead. Your revenge is revenge. But you will also be executed.
You may think it doesn't matter if you sacrifice something, but what about Yue Chenqing?"
"For Yue Chenqing, no matter how offensive Yue Juntian is, it's his father. And you've always been his fourth uncle. You kill his father, and then you will be put in prison for this reason. After autumn, you will be beheaded. What do you think Yue Chenqing will look like?"
Murong Chuyi's eyes were dim. After a long time, he said in a low voice, "I never regarded Yue Chenqing as my nephew. Whether he is happy or miserable has nothing to do with me."
"Yes. So ruthless," Mo Xi said, "that you went to Bat Island risking your own life again to go to save his life."
"I -"
Mo Xi said, "You and Yue Juntian end your personal feud, the Yue family disintegrates in chaos. Yue Chenqing's life will never be easy. Besides... "
He paused.
"In addition to Yue Chenqing, there is another person who doesn't want you to lick the blood on the tip of your knife."
"You mean the surviving child of the Chu family?" Murong Chuyi raised his eyes and said, "You are wrong. He has a wife and a son. Life is peaceful. I have no intention to break his life. It has nothing to do with him if I lick blood at the tip of my knife or kill Yue Juntian."
"No. I'm talking about someone else," Mo Xi said.
"..." Murong Chuyi looked at him perplexedly.
Mo Xi looked at the tombstone and said, "The elder sister of Chu Lian was saved by Wang Shujun. Now she is gone, but she had a child in the world. That's your cousin."
Murong Chuyi was stunned for a moment. It seemed that he could not swallow the meaning of this sentence at once. When he responded, his phoenix eyes opened slightly.
"You should have heard the old news that Wangshu fell in love with a girl from Lin'an, but Yue Juntian was embarrassed by his repeated actions and had to break them up at last. That girl is Chu Lian's elder sister."
Murong Chuyi was almost in disbelief. "She and the first Wangshu… Had a child?"
"Yes. In fact, it's not hard to figure out why Yue Juntian tried to slander her identity at that time so that Wangshu could not marry her. Because at the beginning, although the elder sister of Chu Lian gave her younger sister the service of forgetting worries and dispersing, the effects were not necessarily permanent. Yue Juntian was afraid that one day, Chu Lian's sister would restore her memory and make everything public. At that time, it would not be so easy for him to muddle through whatever he wanted to do."
Murong Chuyi: "..."
"The elder sister of Chu Lian, her child… Your brother, he's like you. For thirty years alone… Gentleman Murong, he needs you."
"He wants to recognize you, too."
Under the moonlight, the man who was always angry and gorgeous looked white like a piece of paper. Even his thin lips don't see any blood color.
Murong Chuyi said, "How do you know..."
"It's a long story, but please believe that I didn't lie to you. Because his shoulder is the same as yours, the same as the mark on this tablet. They are like as two peas.
Murong Chuyi's was extremely pale, and after a long time he said, "Who is he? Murong Lian…"
"No, it's Gu Mang."
"!" The silk shoes moved gently, and then he stepped back. Murong Chuyi said, "Him? He... Why... How..."
"He is not a traitor or a villain. It's just that it's very difficult to explain all the reasons. Now his demonic energy is more and more heavy. If he is hit and collapses again, I'm afraid that he will lose his mind and be completely alienated. I stay with him. Although I can give him support, you are of the same blood. There are some things that you can give, but I am doomed to not give…"
Murong Chuyi's eyes moved slightly, as if they were suppressing something that made him tense quickly. His eyes were extremely complicated. After a while he said, "Did he come to Lin'an with you?"
"Yes," Mo Xi said, "If you will recognize him, he will be very happy."
"Murong, Gu Mang is different from everyone. If you don't think others need you, I can't say anything. But he needs you."
"Thirty years… Let him call you brother."
Murong Chuyi suddenly closed his eyes. After a while, he looked up and began hoarsely, "Xihe Jun, I have always… I don't like to be intimate with others, and I don't know how I am related. What's more, Yue Juntian's hatred..."
"So you would rather lose your brother, but also in your own way, report the private grudge from thirty years ago?"
Murong Chuyi pursed his lips and didn't speak again.
After a long time, he finally said, "I can see him once."
"But tomorrow, everyone in the Yue family will go to Huntian cave to sacrifice. I can only meet him the day after tomorrow."
Mo Xi's heart moved and he said, "OK. I'll talk to him."
Seeing that Murong Chuyi didn't refuse again, Mo Xi asked again, "Yue Juntian..."
"Don't worry about Yue Juntian." Murong Chuyi looked down and said after a moment, "In any case, I will wait until I meet with Gu Mang before I deal with him."
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The author has something to say: Bobo, today is also double change, with 20.30 yuan of pollution and 22.00 yuan of second dog. But tomorrow I may have to ask for a holiday depending on the situation, and prepare for business trip. It's not necessarily that I try to see what time I can spare to Polish, but I have to say "boo" in advance
PS. two dogs small colored egg: Murong Chu Yi is related to the blood of Chu Xun. In the last chapter, the young son adopted by the shopkeeper finally started his family business in the temporary resettlement. The descendants began to study and go on official career. A hundred years later, he became the chief of Lin'an, the ancestor of Chu Xun.
This is also the reason why the appearance of Murong Chu Yi is similar to that of
Chu Wanning. Chu Wanning was carved according to Chu LAN, the son of Chu
Xun. Murong Chu Yi was originally the ancestor of Lin'an Chu family