Yu Wu

Chapter 158

Gu Mang hugged his head, dizzy for a while.

cover up...

The surname is Lin...

Lin'an Chu's...

These sporadic fragments pierced into his skull like sharp knives, swimming in the depths of his already chaotic mind, stimulating his related memories.

In a trance, he seemed to hear a voice as soft as satin singing in a low voice: "Red Begonia, Yellow Begonia, how melodious the morning wind blows. The little boy is in harmony in the distance, making people miss father and mother."

The singer vaguely has the local accent of Lin'an, a nursery rhyme of the water town in the south of the Yangtze River, coaxing the children who are about to fall asleep.

Red Begonia, Yellow Begonia...

Gu Mang took a step back in pain, the side of his head throbbed with pain.On the one hand, there are fading memories, on the other hand, the stimulated recollections, the scattered past events in his mind are as difficult to capture as the wind and snow, but a shadow pops up unexpectedly, making him even more confused.

He seemed to have seen Aunt Lin wearing a girdle and sitting by the window in the hut of Wangshu Mansion. She patted Gu Mang who was sleeping on her lap, and sang softly: "How melodious the wind blows in the morning!" .Little Tong Xianghe is far away..."

In my memory, my young self squinted his eyes in a daze, smiled at her, and murmured dreamily: "Aunt Ni, you sing really well."

Aunt Lin's eyes were as soft as Chun Xu, and she stroked the child's hair: "If Ah Mang likes it, Aunt Lin will sing it to you all the time."

"Then aren't you tired?"

The woman smiled: "No."

"Then won't you be thirsty?"

"will not."

The young child was stunned, yawned, and curled up beside the woman like a small animal: "Aunt Ni, it would be great if you were my aunt."

The hands that were caressing him suddenly stopped, trembling slightly.

But at that time, Gu Mang didn't notice these details at all, and he didn't look up to see Aunt Lin's complicated expression. He just shrank back and adjusted a more comfortable posture to be next to her.

Outside the open Xiaoxuan window, there are fine petals falling like crisps with the spring rain, blowing into the house.

That faint pink color is like a good dream that will wake up at any time.

"Little Tong Xianghe is far away, making people worry about father and mother..."

Gu Mang suddenly knelt down in the depths of the dream, his head seemed about to be split open by a blunt giant axe, he hugged his head and lay down on the ground panting heavily.

Like a dying fish, he convulsed more and more.

Murong Lian said - you should at least remember -

remember what?

I remember that Aunt Lin's surname is not Lin, but Chu, and he is not a servant of Wangshu Mansion, but the child of Murong Xuan and Miss Chu...isn't he?

He couldn't help recalling the important things he had written on the scroll.And the sentence that he repeatedly mentioned above is: "Wangshu Mansion owes your life to you, the past is hard to record, and the entanglement is hard to express. I hope you will at least remember this and don't embarrass yourself with Wangshu Jun."

So before he lost his memory, he already knew the truth, right?

As if touched by his strong mind tremors, some memories that had already sunk into the abyss surfaced like a dragon emerging from the water, flickering out of the shore.

In the nursery rhyme of Begonia fluttering every now and then, he vaguely remembered what Aunt Lin had said to him before she passed away.

The sickly woman held his hand tightly, her withered lips opened and closed, and she said to him, "Ah Mang...Mrs. ...But she... But she is not like Chonghua Mancheng, who is...ahem, a cruel and jealous woman...She...is different from her family...She has a good heart...just She is 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 wouldn't have come to this world..."

"Did you know...she, she saved your life and your mother's life." Aunt Lin's thin face showed a slight smile, "So, please don't hate their mother and son, Mrs. Zhao and the young master. ,actually……"

When she said this, it was very difficult to breathe, her pale lips trembled, her eyes were fixed on Gu Mang's face, as if she wanted to imprint him deeply into the depths of her soul.

She was as light as a mosquito moaning, but still with tears in her eyes, she insisted: "Actually... they... are also poor people..."

There is no way out, but there is no way out.

A mother and son bound by blood and self-esteem.

How can it be better than where to go?

"Aunt Mud! Aunt Mud!!" Little Gu Mang lay beside the woman's couch. The woman's eyes were still open, with clear tears streaming down her cheeks, but the brilliance inside had suddenly been extinguished.At that time, Gu Mang didn't know much about life and death, but he understood ignorantly that this woman who could sing nursery rhymes to coax her would probably never come back.

He burst into tears because of it.He was so sad, sad about the first permanent parting in his life, that he couldn't go deep into what Aunt Lin said before she died.

It was not until a long time later that he vaguely understood that Aunt Lin who could say such words must know something related to his life experience.

At least Aunt Lin should know who his biological mother is.

But she never gave him a chance to ask questions.

Later, Gu Mang grew up.

Even though Murong Lian has always made things difficult for him and bullied him, he hardly quarrels with the other party.

Perhaps it was because Aunt Lin had never asked him for anything. The only thing she asked him to do before she passed away was not to embarrass Zhao's mother and son.Or maybe Aunt Lin never lied to him. She said that Mrs. Zhao was kind to him, so she couldn't be wrong.

He had always looked at them with gratitude.

On the other hand, Gu Mang has also been investigating what his own life experience is like.He gradually got some vague guesses from the forbidden books in the market, and from the rumors and gossips passed down by word of mouth.

Year after year, until one time, when he was cleaning up the dusty bookstore in Wangshu Mansion, he found a box of letters between Murong Xuan and Miss Chu, and everything finally came to light.He finally realized clearly that he should be Murong Xuan's heir and Murong Lian's half brother.

And at that time, whether it was Aunt Lin or Mrs. Zhao, they had already become fangs in the grave.

Gu Mang didn't have any solid evidence to prove his bloodline. In fact, he already had his own dream at that time.He has lived in the dark for a long time, met Lu Zhanxing, and met a group of friends in the dust. He didn't want to shed a layer of skin and go ashore bloody, and stand in the group of powerful aristocrats to which he should belong.

He has been a slave for so many years, and he is well aware of the suffering, so he is more eager to lead the people in the cold cave forward against the wind, rather than being alone.

His only nostalgia for his true identity was when he faced a stack of sacrificial robes left by Murong Xuan during a year-end sacrifice, and couldn't help but get red eyes.

He stretched out his hand and gently stroked the blue-gold ribbon of heroes.

Taking advantage of no one, he tied it squarely in front of his forehead.

It was clearly his thing, but he could only wear it secretly like a thief. Before he could take a closer look through the mirror, the door behind him slammed open.

Murong Lian rushed in angrily, with resentment and annoyance shining in his eyes.

"You cheap slave! You dare to touch my father's relics? Take it off!!!"

pick up!

Murong Lian ordered her harshly and eagerly, even stretching out her hand to snatch Gu Mang's heroic adornment: "This is something from my Murong family, what are you?! You are worthy—"

Gu Mang didn't realize it because he was sad at that time, but at that moment he rushed in and snatched Murong Lian who was wearing it, it seemed that he was too anxious and panicked.

He used to think that Murong Lian bullied him just because he was simply not pleasing to the eye.

It wasn't.

It's like he knew the truth that the two were brothers, but he never exposed it.In fact, Murong Lian already knew it already.Because of this, every bit of progress Gu Mang makes is like a hot slap on his face, and every success Gu Mang makes seems to pose a great threat to his power.

"You are both bloodline heirs, if you don't study hard, sooner or later Wangshu Mansion will be his."

"How can you be inferior to a stinky boy born by a common people?"

"Murong Lian, you have to treat him like a sword hanging over your head, think about it, if one day he finds out that he is also a member of Murong's family, how could he not take your power?"

The two of them, one in front and the other in the back, actually already knew their blood relationship with each other.However, one is always wary of the other, speculating badly.One, however, guarded her mother's last words before she died, and silently endured and protected her.

until today.

Gu Mang suddenly woke up from the illusion, gasping for breath——

There was darkness in front of his eyes, he didn't know where he was, how long he had been in a coma, and what night it was now, he didn't want to know.He just moved his lips and raised his trembling hands to cover his eyelids.

There is dead silence all around.

He was lying in the darkness, his consciousness extremely confused.He rubbed his face vigorously, but his tentacles were wet.

He trembled slightly.

The blood that flowed out from Murong Lian's serious injury seemed to be still in his palm.

The court will be gone.

Your Majesty stood on the terrace behind the Golden Luan Hall with his hands behind his back. The sky was gray and the clouds were turning black, and he was heading towards the Imperial City.Dragonflies fly low around the tender lotus in the flower pond, and the wind already smells of an impending rainstorm.

"Your Majesty, the remnant soul of the Blood Demonic Beast has been put into the trial. So far, everything is going well." Zhou He stood aside and said to Jun Shanghui, "However, there are frequent movements in the Liao Kingdom. I'm afraid they don't want to leave too much time for Chonghua to respond. You also said at the court meeting today that they may commit large-scale military crimes at any time. I'm afraid I won't be able to develop what you need before the outbreak of the war. thing."

Your majesty closed his eyes: "It's up to man to plan, but it's up to heaven to make things happen. The remnant soul of this blood demon beast is hard-won, and it's considered God's blessing. You don't have to think too much about it, just go and do your best." .”

Zhou He agreed, but didn't intend to back down.

Jun Shang turned his face sideways: "What? Is there anything else?"

"Yes." Zhou He said, "The remnant soul of the blood demon beast is very weak, and its spiritual power cannot be fully exerted. I heard that the Liao Guo Guoshi used the magic harp to gather energy for it, but there is no such utensil on the altar. After much thought and deliberation, the subordinates have no good solution, so I want to boldly ask the king for help."

"Speaking of which, do you want a magic weapon that can accumulate the spiritual power of blood monsters?"

Zhou He nodded.

Jun Shang frowned and said: "This is really difficult. Originally, this matter could be entrusted to the people of the Yue family, but the old man Yue Juntian's health is getting worse and worse. Not long ago, he took everyone from the Yue family to Lin'an The old fiefdom intends to recuperate in the Huntian Cave, and will not be able to return for a while."

Zhou He asked: "What about Elder Qingxu?"

"He's not in the capital city either. He said that he is blood related to the Yue family after all, and his bones are still connected even though his bones are broken. I followed." Jun Shang said, "Chonghua's three master craftsmen, Yue Juntian, Jiang Yexue, and Murong Chuyi, are all in the Lin'an fief right now."

"..."

"However, the matter of the blood monster must be the most important thing." Jun Shang said, "I will send a letter to Yue Juntian today, so that he can find a way to develop the magic weapon when he is recuperating in Lin'an. in a hurry."

"Yes."

Your Majesty wanted to give some more advice, but at this moment the servant came over and said in a low voice, "Your Majesty, Xihe Jun is waiting outside and said they want to see you."

Junshang then said to Zhou He: "Go down first."

He said to the servant again, "Let him in."

Zhou He retreated, and met Mo Xi in the corridor.

It has been three days since the northern army came back from the victory in Daze. During the three days, the strange things that happened on the front line were widely spread. Even people like Zhou He who don't like to hear things outside the window have heard of the battle between the two armies. Shi Liao's national teacher used Gu Mang to blackmail Mo Xi.Not to mention those speculations that are either charming or unbearable.

For a while, the city was full of wind and rain. Although no one dared to turn to the bright side to question Mo Xi, almost every household and every mouth was discussing the relationship between Mo Xi and Gu Mang in secret.

Those little details in the past, such as Murong Lian saying that Mo Xi was good at visiting Gu Mang in Luomei Bieyuan, and Mo Xi once contended with Murong Lian in the court for Gu Mang's belonging, and so on.

At that time, people thought nothing of it, but now they think about it carefully, but it is undercurrent and extremely ambiguous.

And Zhou He, as a person who had seen Mo Xijie prisoner with his own eyes, naturally speculated a little more than others.Therefore, when he saw Mo Xi in the verandah, he sneered a little viciously.

"Mr. Xihe, are you here to plead for that good brother who is so close to you again?"

"..."

"It's not that easy this time, he is the number one suspect in the assassination of Wang Shujun."

Mo Xi didn't bother to pay attention to him at all, with a handsome face, he passed him shoulder to shoulder without blinking, and walked towards the balcony of the Golden Luan Hall.

When he arrived, His Majesty was sitting by the railing, plucking a stalk of dogtail to tease the red dragonflies circling above the pond.

"Your Majesty."

"Well. Here you come."

Mo Xi didn't make a fuss, and asked straight to the point: "How is Mr. Wang Shu?"

"Mengze is taking care of him. His condition is not very good. It has been so many days, and there is still no sign of waking up."

"..."

"But don't worry, Gu is a person who knows the inside story, no matter what, he will not believe that Mr. Wang Shu was assassinated by Gu Shuai. It's just that he is now on the cusp of the storm, and he always behaves externally." Jun Shang paused Dun, then continued, "The 'prison room' where I imprisoned him awaiting trial is said to be a prison cell, but I have already shown you to see it. In fact, it is a treatment room for him to recuperate and rest. If you want to see him , and you don’t need to communicate with Gu, just go on your own.”

Mo Xi said, "That's why I came here."

Jun Shang slightly raised his eyebrows: "What?"

Mo Xi thought a lot before coming here.I want to tell Jun that even if the royal family provides Gu Mang with the most comprehensive protection, he can't rest assured. I want to explain that he has experienced too many partings with Gu Mang in the first half of his life, and he doesn't want Gu Mang to leave his sight.He even wanted to directly explain his relationship with Gu Mang to Jun Shang.

But at this time, he felt that any extra explanation was unnecessary, he almost had a very subtle feeling - he felt that the emperor seemed to know everything, and there was no need to say anything.

So Mo Xi said: "I still plan to secretly take him back to Xihe Mansion."

Your Majesty was silent for a moment, then sighed: "Mr. Xihe, taking him into custody for interrogation is just an external statement. You also know that Gu has never treated him badly since you returned to the city. His memory is so disordered that he is on the verge of collapse, Gu has been trying his best to heal him."

"I know." Mo Xi said, "I've also been entangled in the Military Aircraft Administration for the past few days, leaving early and returning late. I know I can't take care of him properly, so I rely on you to take care of my brother."

"It's good if you understand..."

"But I'm done with what I'm doing now. I still want to be with him in person."

"..." Your Majesty put away the dog's tail grass, and the surrounding dragonflies scattered in shock, "Don't you trust Gu?"

"I just promised him that I would never leave him again."

Your Majesty sighed: "Mr. Xihe, now the whole of Chonghua is staring at him, and also at you... The rumors outside don't know you—" He didn't go on talking, paused, and said, "He It would be more prudent to stay here alone."

But Mo Xi didn't intend to discuss anything, he just looked at him silently and persistently.

After a while, your majesty was defeated, with a headache: "...well, well, if you really don't want to, you can just take him back from the lonely treatment room, but you have to be careful in everything, and you must not Teach people to realize that he is still in your house."

Mo Xi cupped his fists and said, "Thank you, Your Majesty."

Just as he was about to turn around to pick up someone, he suddenly saw a high-ranking hidden guard from the palace rushing towards him.

The dark guard jumped down from the ridge of the eaves, then staggered and knelt on the ground, apparently seriously injured: "Your Majesty, Your Majesty!"

Your Majesty was stunned: "What's wrong?"

"It's not good! In the direction of the treatment room, there is... a master broke in!!"