Yu Wu

In the evening, a misty snow fell on the border of Chonghua, and a layer of pure white gradually accumulated on the ground. Wheels ran over and pedestrians walked by, leaving a few lines of marks of different shades.

Wang Ermazi, who sells cooking cakes in the market, is yelling vigorously, exhaling white air from his mouth, and yelling loudly: "Come, freshly baked cooking cakes!"

Qiang Qiang knocked on the broken gong hanging by the stove twice, and continued to yell: "There is nothing in this world that can be thicker than the pancakes I bake—except for Gu Mang's face! Come and buy, come and buy!"

The passers-by laughed secretly when they heard this.

This cake stand has been around for more than ten years. In the early years, Wang Ermazi had another set of libretto. At that time, he yelled in a male duck voice: "Look, look, look, Gu Shuai's favorite food." Pancake, after you have eaten it, you will be as invincible as Gu Shuai, and you will rise every step of the way!"

In the wind and snow, a group of cavalry with a strong military appearance came slowly. The leader was a young man about seventeen or eighteen years old, wearing a brocade hat and sable fur, with a handsome face wrapped in a thick fleece collar, looking very lazy.

The boy's name is Yue Chenqing, and he is the deputy general of the garrison army.

This person has two abilities that are far beyond our reach. One is to be open-minded. As the saying goes, when others are angry, I will not be angry. When angry, there is no one to replace him.If I am angry, whoever is happy, besides, it is sad and laborious.Yue Chenqing is deeply in this way, almost never really angry, she is the most tempered person among the young masters.

The second ability is to make yourself comfortable, as comfortable as possible.So he will never stand if he can sit, and never sit if he can lie down. Yue Chenqing's favorite sentence is "If you have wine today, you have to drink it, and tomorrow you have no food to rub your brother." So this person has good things. Keep it overnight, drink the wine that day, and the woman sleeps first before talking.

As for patrolling... Play first and then patrol.

There are many grass markets on the border of Beiguan, most of which sell animal skins, herbs, spirit stones, slaves, etc. Although it is not interesting, it is good to pass the time in the bitter cold of the army.

"I want the seven-tailed civet."

"Go and buy me the tail feather of that auntie too."

"The tumbleweeds sold at that store are of good quality, and they must be good for refining medicine. Bring me ten baskets."

He walked all the way, instructing the attendants behind him to help him buy large and small commodities in the grass market. Such negligence and dereliction of duty made the attendants feel uneasy, but it was really hard for the deputy commander to say anything .

Walking around, Yue Chenqing felt hungry, and was groping around for something to eat, when she suddenly heard Wang Ermazi yelling in the distance, and a crackling voice came from the wind and snow:

"Selling cooking cakes! Cooking cakes as thick-skinned as Gu Mang! Let's take a look!"

The corner of Yue Chenqing's mouth twitched when he heard that this was called a selling method, and he thought, "Oh, this person is actually making a fuss about Gu Mang!"Is this okay?It's going to cause trouble!

Thinking of this, he immediately galloped forward, just as he was about to reprimand, but a strong smell of burnt scones came to his nose.So Yue Chenqing's scolding came to his mouth, and he swallowed back the saliva that almost flowed out.

The scolding turned into: "...a piece of pie."

"Okay!" Wang Ermazi nimbly pulled out a piece of baked brown pancake from the hearth, put it in an oil paper bag and handed it to the guest officer in front of him, "Come on, hold it, be careful not to burn it. This pancake must be hot." Eat it while it's hot!"

Yue Chenqing took the hot pancake, bit it down, and made a "squeaky" sound. The golden and crispy pancake oozes out a little hot oil, and the flavors of wheat bran, minced meat, and peppercorns bloom layer upon layer on the tip of the tongue. Overflow, swallow saliva.

Can't help but admire: "It tastes really good."

"Isn't that right. My Erma Shaobing is the best in the world." Wang Ermazi boasted complacently, "Even if Gu Mang was so beautiful back then, he would definitely come to my stall after he returned to the city after the war. Eat five or six of them!"

After he finished bragging, he still didn't forget to add angrily: "However, if we had known that the guy surnamed Gu would become a traitor and running dog in the end, I should have mixed some poison in the cakes he sold back then, so as to get rid of it for the people as soon as possible." Harmful!"

Yue Chenqing chewed the pancakes, and said: "Don't say such things casually in the future. And your yelling, you have to change it quickly."

Wang Ermazi's eyes widened: "Master Jun, why is that?"

"Anyway, what the military master said, you just listen obediently." Yue Chenqing took another big bite of the meatloaf, her cheeks bulging, "We will soon be at war with the Liao Kingdom, our army may be stationed here for three to five years Zai, if you continue to talk about Gu Mang all day long." He laughed maliciously twice, "Hehe, be careful to touch a certain adult's sore spot."

The certain adult Yue Chenqing mentioned was naturally their coach, Mo Xi.

Mo Xi, the Emperor Xihe who was conferred by the late king, was born in the prestigious Mohist family. There are four generals in the Mohist family. They are Mo Xi's maternal grandfather, grandfather, and Mo Xi's biological father.Under the suppression of such a bloodline, it is no surprise that Mo Xi possesses an extremely terrifying spiritual talent. In addition, he later studied with the most stern elder in the Cultivation Academy. This year, he is already the number one commander in Chonghua. Will.

And he was only 28 years old.

Because of his family background, Mo Xi's temperament is as cold as a weapon, and he never says anything. His father has repeatedly warned him to "bury heroism in a gentle village, and do more things less with women." In 28 years, I have not missed a major event.

Except Gu Mang.

To Mo Xi, Gu Mang is like ink on paper, mud on snow, and the smear of blood that falls on the clean and tidy mattress of a gentleman.

—he was the stain of his life.

That night.

In the garrison camp outside the frontier, a clear cry broke through the wind and sand, and the singing voice was long and long, floating in the frost like ghosts.

"...Yu Mingxin Chi Yu. Jin Yu Xiaoge Qing. If there is love, there is no need to stop singing and drinking. Seeing that ruthless insects and ants also care about love..."

The soldiers standing outside the deputy commander's camp looked left and right, looking like quails. When they saw a tall black figure approaching from a distance, their expressions changed drastically. They hurriedly opened the big tent and said, "It's not good! It's not good!"

"What's wrong?" On the handsome seat in the tent, Yue Chenqing yawned and raised her eyes, and asked with a sideways face.

"Oh! What time is this, deputy commander, you should get up and defend yourself quickly, don't listen to the show."

"What's the rush?" Yue Chenqing lazily said, "It's not too late to go after listening."

After finishing speaking, he said to the actor in the account: "Don't be dumbfounded, you continue to sing."

So the delicate voice entered the clouds, and the opera tune was like a faint silk thread hanging long: "The land rises from the shadows. The wind blows the corners of the eyes. Qi Xuan also lectures on the broken scriptures. I ask Dongfeng when he will wake up from his dream."

"Oh, my Deputy Commander Yue, Mr. Deputy Commander, please tell them to stop singing." The soldier said anxiously, "What's the matter?"

"Life is short, enjoy yourself in time." Yue Chenqing happily gnawed on her nails, "Otherwise, this day would be too boring."

"But Xi Hejun saw this scene of yours, and he will be angry again..."

"Mr. Xihe is not here. Why are you nervous?" Yue Chenqing grinned, "Besides, Mr. Xihe looks unhappy all day long. Whenever I say a nasty joke, I will lose my temper, I want to make him happy, am I tired?"

"Deputy Commander," the soldier looked like he was about to cry, "Please keep your voice down..."

"Huh? Why?"

"Because, because..." the guard glanced at the cracks in the tent, and stammered, "Because..."

Yue Chenqing rolled on the handsome seat, and covered her head with Mr. Xihe's silver fur coat, and said with a smile: "Are you scared by Mr. Xihe? Why do you stutter when you mention him?" of."

"Oh, but so is Mr. Xihe." Yue Chenqing said, "He wants to abstain from sex, and the whole army is bored with him. Look at our entire army, and we can't even see a bitch."

This is true, Chonghua's entire army, the army belonging to Mr. Xihe suffered the most.

Although under Xihe Jun's rule, food and clothing were never treated harshly, but as Yue Chenqing said, this person is boring and serious, and it's fine if he is inhuman or not, and he doesn't let the people below look for girls joyous.

Yue Chenqing obviously thought it was funny, and suppressed a smile, pretending to be serious and sighed: "He is good in everything, but his desire to control is too strong. You see, he has all the compulsive anxiety and cleanliness, and he has no Interest, really blinded his handsome face."

The soldier had an expression of imminent disaster, and said anxiously: "Young Master Yue, stop talking..."

Yue Chenqing didn't stop, but became more and more enthusiastic: "Look at you all holding back, are you all angry and bubbling? Hehe, while he's not here, I'll quickly untie you and let the brothers hook up casually tonight." Girl, the access control is abolished, let's hold a beauty pageant bonfire, and I'm going to award the most beautiful girl in the nearby village—"

"Who are you going to honor?"

Suddenly a deep and harsh male voice sounded, the tent was raised with a rattle, and a tall man with silver armor like frost came in.

He has a tall and straight military uniform, broad shoulders and a thin waist, and a pair of long legs wrapped in black leather military boots.When he raised his eyes, his facial features were cold and handsome, and his eyes were cold and sharp.

This person is none other than Mr. Xi He, Mo Xi, whom Yue Chenqing had just teased happily.

Why did Mo Xi come back suddenly? ! !

Yue Chenqing was dumbfounded at first, but immediately shivered after regaining consciousness, and wrapped herself tightly in fur.

"Mo Shuai." Deputy Commander Yue made a pitiful look, "Why didn't you tell him when you came back early, oh-oh!"

Oops, it was because Mo Xi thought he was too disgusting, so he gathered a spiritual power sword and threw it against Yue Chenqing's cheek.

Yue Chenqing was almost decapitated, hurriedly got up from the handsome seat, and brushed the messy hair on her cheeks: "Mr. Xihe, why are you beating someone!"

"You asked me, but I haven't asked you yet. Tell me, why are there women in our army?"

Mo Xi glanced at the singing girls who were silent like cicadas, then turned to stare at Yue Chenqing: "You brought it here?"

Yue Chenqing originally wanted to mutter a few words, but when she looked into Mo Xi's eyes, she immediately hesitated: "...don't be like this. I'm just listening to a song. Li Chunguo's famous song, Xihe Jun, would you like to listen to it too? ..."

Mo Xi's face was stern, and he said irritably: "The voice of the decadent. Drag it out."

Fortunately, it didn't say cut off.

Yue Chenqing hugged her knees again and huddled on the handsome seat, miserable and miserable: "You are so cold-blooded and heartless, I want to tell my father that you didn't treat me well."

Mo Xi glanced at him: "You go out too."

Yue Chenqing: "..."

After Yue Chenqing left with a grievance, Mo Xi sat down alone in the tent, took off the black dragon leather gauntlet, pressed his slender, pale fingers to the side of his eyebrows, and then slowly closed his eyes.In the candlelight, his complexion seemed to be a little pale, slightly sickly pale, coupled with the year-round cruelty in his eyes, he looked even more haggard.

He looked preoccupied.

Not long ago, he received a secret letter from Emperor Chonghua, which was written by the current Lord Chonghua himself.After receiving the letter, Mo Xi read it over and over three times before finally confirming that he read it correctly.

Gu Mang was going back to Chonghua.

The letter has been tucked away in the skirt of his shirt at this moment, against Mo Xi's heavy and powerful heartbeat, warmed by the warmth of the man's arms - Gu Mang is going back to Chonghua - this news is like a thorn stuck in his chest, one by one. pain.

Mo Xi frowned, trying his best to suppress his impatience, but in the end the evil fire still rushed out. He opened his eyes suddenly, and his long legs wrapped in black leather military boots kicked the desk in front of him with a bang.

"Whoa."

"Ouch, Shuai Mo!" The soldiers guarding outside the tent hurriedly leaned in, fearfully, "Calm down, Young Master Yue is young, and it's human nature to like to play and make trouble. It's because his subordinates are not good at things, so they didn't stop Young Master Yue." Listening to the play, if you want to blame and punish, just speak up, but don't get angry..."

Mo Xi turned his head quickly, in the darkness, his eyes were like lightning.

"Get out."

"..."

"Without my consent, no one is allowed to get out."

"Yes……"

The curtain fell again, and the silence inside and outside was terrifying, only the sound of the north wind and snow outside the tent, the movement of soldiers in the distance, the creaking of military boots on the snow, and the war horses of the spirit beast camp. Neighing.

Mo Xi looked sideways, lowered his eyes, and stared at the mulberries and berries rolling down on the ground. Those fruits looked like human heads that Gu Mang had picked off by himself in the past few years.

He thought, why a person who has done so many cruel, bad, and wrong things, betrayed the country, comrades, and best friends, and now bears notoriety, blood debt, and deep hatred, still has the courage to come back.

How could Gu Mang have the face to come back.

Mo Xi slowed down for a while, trying to calm down, and then took out the secret letter that he had read repeatedly.Your Majesty's handwriting is handsome, and it is written upright:

The Liao Kingdom intends to make a truce with our country, and in order to show their sincerity, they have escorted the country's traitor, Gu Mang, back to the city.

Gu Mang is a person who respects China, and he once won the trust of me alone, but he didn't want to be loyal to reimbursement, but because of his own selfishness, he defected to the enemy and treason the country.In the past five years, they have plundered the city-states of the mother country, destroyed the security of the homeland, slaughtered the former comrades, and abandoned the old relatives and friends.The crime is unforgivable.

Ten days later, Gu Mang is about to go back to the city. His grievances and grievances are wide-ranging, and no one can decide. Therefore, he urgently wrote to all the lords to discuss. .

Wang Qing cherishes it.

Mo Xi stared at the letter for a long time, suddenly sneered, smiled, and a bit of pain and hatred gradually appeared on his face.

This person has committed a felony of treason, so what reason is there to allow him to continue to live?

The car splits the waist, chops the soup locust and dies late——

Kill!

he thought bitterly.

It's time to kill.

But he held the pen hanging from his wrist, and halfway through writing the word "kill", his hand trembled, and the pen and ink soaked the silk.

Suddenly there was a faint sound of Tao Xun outside the big tent. I don't know where the little ghost in the corner was homesick, and the sorrow was blowing so that the whole camp was desolate, and the ground was covered with hoarfrost.

Mo Xi was stunned for a moment, and an inexplicable light flickered in his black eyes——finally he cursed secretly, threw the pen in front of him, and picked up the secret letter, a flame burst out in his palm, instantly burning it to death. ash.

Bits of ashes flew up, Mr. Xihe took a breath, and condensed the ashes into a butterfly that transmitted sound for thousands of miles.

"Gu Mang was once strongly recommended by his subordinates. He is treasonous, and his subordinates cannot absolve himself of the blame. As for the trial, he should avoid suspicion and should not participate in it." After a pause, he added slowly, "Northern border ink Extinguish, and greet you, Your Majesty."

After saying that, he raised his hand, and the spirit butterfly flew away.

Looking at the place where the butterfly disappeared, he thought, well, the entanglement between him and Gu Mang for more than ten years has finally been settled.Gu Mang had killed so many soldiers from China, and even made the people heartbroken. Now that they are being used up by the enemy and sent back, it is no wonder that the civil and military officials of the imperial capital are not in a hurry to take revenge.

It's just that I will be guarding the border for two years, so it seems that I can't see Gu Mang's death penalty.

He slowly closed his eyes. Although his face was expressionless, his nails were already deep in his palm.

It's all over.

Old friends have different paths, unable to return to the world.

We meet again today, things are different.

What kind of mood is this?Maybe others will never understand.

Mo Xiku sat in the camp, his face in the deserted military tent looked so tired.

After all, he couldn't bring Gu Mang back from the wrong path.

Enemy, foe, foe.

This will be the final conclusion of the history books on the relationship between the two of them in the future.

Apart from their true deities, I am afraid that no one will ever know that extremely dirty and extremely eclectic secret.That is, these two seemingly life-and-death opponents——

Actually went to bed.

Yes.

Many years ago, Mr. Xi He, who was ascetic and disciplined, once pressed Gu Mang on the bed and raped him fiercely.The rigorous and ruthless man once lost control of Gu Mang, hot sweat dripped on his chest, and his pupils were stained with desire.

And what about Gu Mang, who is all-powerful and war-torn?Gu Mang was once fucked to the point of tears on Mr. Xi He's bed. He once opened his soft lips longing for Mo Shuai's kiss, and indulged Mo Xi to leave bruises on his strong and strong body.

They are rivals, with accumulated hatred, destined to be resolved only by death.

But before that, when they hadn’t changed their ways——

Those two young men had entangled so passionately before.

Desire to love.It's hard to tell.