Remnants of Filth

In the evening, a thin layer of snow drifted across the border of Chonghua, and a layer of innocence and whiteness gradually accumulated on the ground. The wheels rolled over and the pedestrians walked by, leaving a few lines of different shades.

Wang Ermazi, who sells cooking cakes at the market, is snorting and drinking, exhaling white gas, and yelling loudly: "Come on, the cooking cakes that just came out of the oven!"

I knocked on the broken gong hanging by the hearth, and continued to yell: "Nothing in this world can be thicker than the cake I baked-except Gu Man's cheek! Come and buy!"

Passers-by laughed secretly.

This cake stand has been on the market for more than ten years. In the early years, Wang Ermazi had another set of lyrics. At that time, his male duck shouted, "Look at it, Gu Shuai likes it most." Pancakes, after the patrons have eaten you, you will be as invincible as Gu Shuai, and rise higher and higher! "

In the snowstorm, a line of cavalry with a high military capacity came slowly, headed by a teenager about seventeen or eighteen years old, with a golden hat and a handsome face wrapped in a thick cashmere collar, looking very lazy.

The boy's name was Yue Chenqing, and he was the vice general of the Wei Guard.

This person has two kinds of abilities that are unattainable. One is open-minded, as the saying goes, others are angry when I get angry, and I get sick when someone gets sick. If I'm angry, whoever wants it, what's more, it's painful and laborious. Yue Chenqing knows this very well, almost never really gets angry, is the best-tempered person in the son's brother.

The second ability is to make yourself as comfortable as possible. So he can sit and never stand, he can lie down and never sit. One of Yue Chenqing's favorite words is "there is wine to be drunk today, and tomorrow there will be no food for my brother." Stay overnight. After drinking the wine that day, the woman sleeps before talking.

As for patrolling ... play before patrolling.

The North Side borders the Sedaw grass market, which mostly sells animal skins, herbs, spirits, slaves, etc. Although it is not interesting, the army is bitterly cold and it is not bad to pass the time.

"I want the seven-tailed civet."

"The tail feathers of that bird have also bought me."

"The tumbleweed that sells is very good. It must be very good for refining medicine. Give me ten baskets."

He went all the way, and directed the followers behind him to help him buy large and small commercial goods on the grass market. Such negligence of misconduct, although they were uneasy, but hindered the deputy handsome face, it is really difficult to say much .

While strolling, Yue Chenqing felt hungry, and looked around to eat. Suddenly he heard Wang Ermazi's sip in the distance, and broke the gong's throat and handed it from the snow:

"Selling cooking cakes! Cooking cakes as thick as Gu Mang's face! Take a look and see!"

When Yue Chenqing heard the name of the selling method, she twitched her mouth and said, "Oh, this man actually used Gu Mang to make a fuss!" Is this ok? It's about trouble!

He thought about it, and immediately went straight ahead, just wanting to speak reprimand, but a strong scone scorch came from his nose. So Yue Chenqing's scolding came to her mouth, and even drooled back with the drool that almost came out.

The scold turned into: "... a piece of cake."

"Good!" Wang Ermazi landed out of the hearth and pulled out a piece of grilled scorched brown cake, put it in a greased paper bag, and handed it to the guest officer in front of him. "Come, hold it, be careful. This cake, surely Eat hot! "

Yue Chenqing took the hot cooking cake, took a bite, and gave out a "creak", a golden crispy cake with a little hot oil, and the taste of wheat bran, minced meat, and peppercorns bloomed on the tip of the tongue. Spill and swallow.

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

"Isn't it. My Er Ma Shao Pan, that's the best in the world." Wang Er Ma Zi boasted proudly. "Even if Gu Mang was so beautiful, he returned to the city after the battle and would definitely come to my stall. Eat five or six! "

After boasting, he did not forget to add a humming sentence: "However, you must know that the surname Gu will eventually become a traitor and runaway dog. Lao Tzu should have added some poison to his bread and sold him as soon as possible. harm!"

While chewing the cake, Yue Chenqing said, "Don't make random talk like this afterwards. Also, if you sip, you must change it quickly."

Wang Ermazi widened his eyes: "Army, why is this?"

"Anyway, Grandpa Army, you just listen to it obediently." Yue Chenqing took another big bite of meatloaf, chewing up, "I am about to fight against Lao Guo, I am afraid our army will be here for three or five years. Zai, if you hang Gu Mang on your mouth like this all day long and sip. "He grinned twice," Hey, beware of touching the pain of an adult. "

One of the grown-ups Yue Chenqing said was naturally that their coach Mo went out.

Mo Xi, the prince and monarch of the predecessor Wang Xifeng, came from a distinguished position in the Mo family. The Mo family had four generals: Mo Xi's grandfather, grandfather, and Mo Xi's biological father. Under the suppression of such bloodliness, Mo Xi naturally has no terrible spiritual talents. In addition, he later studied under the most severe elders of the Xiu Xue Xue Palace. By this year, he is already the first handsome of Zhonghua. will.

And he was only 28 years old.

Because of his family door, Mo Xi's temperament is as cold as a sword. His father once told him several times that he "buries heroes in gentle villages and seldom provokes women to do more." So Mo Xi has always been indifferent and has a very good character. No one has missed a major event in 28 years.

In addition to Gu Mang.

Gu Mang's words to the ink are like ink on paper, mud in the snow, and the neat and clean white mattress that the gentleman should fall into.

-He is the stain of his life.

That night.

In the resident camp outside the frontier, a clear cry broke the wind and sand, the singing voice was long, and the ghost drifted into the frost.

"... Yuyu Xinchiyu. The golden star's star is quite stopped. Seeing the ruthless insects is also caring ..."

The soldiers guarding the deputy commander camp looked around and looked like a quail. He saw a tall black figure walking away. He couldn't help but change his face, hurriedly opened his account, and said, "No! No!

"It's not good." Yue Chenqing yawned and raised his eyes in the handsome seat of the account, and asked with a side face.

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

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

Said the playmate in the reconciliation said: "Don't let go, you sing."

So Xianyin entered the cloud, and the theater seemed like a faint silk thread hanging from the old man: "The land rises in the yin. Fenghua's eyes are formed. Qixuan still tells the sutras. When to wake up when Dongfeng blows his dream."

"Oh, my deputy commander Yue, my deputy commander, you can let them stop singing." The soldiers said anxiously, "What's the matter?"

"Life is short and fun in time." Yue Chen pinched her nails with joy, "otherwise it would be too unpleasant on this day."

"But you saw this scene for Xun Hejun, and he will be angry again ..."

"Wu Hejun is not here, what are you nervous about?" Yue Chenqing grinned. "Finally, he and Jun are unhappy all day long, neither looking for joy nor making fun, so old people, listen I'll lose my temper until I say a scumbag. I'm going to coax him. I'm not tired. "

"Deputy commander," the soldiers almost cried when they looked up, "please keep quiet ..."

"Huh? Why?"

"Because, because ..." The soldier's eyes narrowed into the tent curtain, babbling, "Because ..."

Yue Chenqing fumbled in the handsome seat, and also covered Yin Hejun's silver fur coat on his head, and said with a smile, "Are you afraid of being embarrassed by You and Jun? How can you mention that he is so embarrassed?" of."

"Yeah, but so is Ye and Jun." Yue Chenqing said, "He must abstinence himself, and the whole army will be bored with him. You look at our entire army, but we can't even see a bitch."

This is true. The whole army of Chonghua, the army that belonged to Xun Hejun suffered the most.

Although under the control of Xun Hejun, food and clothing are never harsh, but like Yue Chenqing said, this person is boring and serious, even if he is not close to beauty, he will not let the people below look for girls. Huan.

Yue Chenqing felt very funny, and still sighed with a pretense of laughter: "He is good everywhere, but he is too strong in control. You see, the forced anxiety and cleanliness have all been occupied by him, and there is nothing It's fun, it really blinded his handsome face. "

The expression of the calamity on the face of the soldier, anxious: "Yue Shao, don't say it ..."

Yue Chenqing not only kept on, but became more and more interested: "Look at you one by one, all of them are bubbling, right? Hey, while he's not here, I'll hurry you loosely, and let the brethren casually go together tonight Girl, the access is abolished, let's have a beauty pageant, and I want to give honors to the most beautiful girl in the neighborhood Murakami— "

"Who are you going to award?"

Suddenly, a low-pitched male voice sounded, and the camp tent was stunned, and a tall man with a silver armor came in.

His military uniform was tall, his shoulders wide and his waist thin, and he had long legs wrapped in black leather military boots. With his eyes raised, his features were cold and handsome, his eyes cold and sharp.

This person is not someone else. It was Yue Chenqing who only laughed at Huan He and Jun, Mo Xi.

Why did Mo Xi suddenly come back? !! !!

Yue Chenqing was dumbfounded at first, and immediately took a nap after returning to her, wrapping herself tightly in fur.

"Mo Shuai." Vice-Miss Yue made a pitiful pity, "Why don't you say something to others when you come back early-oh!"

Oops, because Mo Xi felt that he was too sick to be nauseated, he directly gathered a spiritual sword, and threw it against Yue Chenqing's cheek.

Yue Chenqing was almost stung. She got up and got up from the seat, and froze her cheek: "Hehe, how can you hit someone!"

"You asked me, I haven't asked you yet. You said, why are there women in my army?"

Mo Xi glanced at the singing actresses who were like Han Chan, and turned to stare at Yue Chenqing: "Did you bring in?"

Yue Chenqing originally wanted to whisper a few words, but a pair of Mo Mo's eyes turned off immediately: "... Don't do this. I just listen to a song. Li Chunguo's famous song, whether He and Jun want to come and listen ... "

Mo Xi's face was cold and irritable: "Voice overwhelmed. Drag out."

Fortunately, he didn't say anything.

Yue Chenqing hummed her knees on the handsome seat again and wretched miserably: "You are so cold-blooded, I want to tell my father that you haven't treated me kindly."

Mo glared at him: "You go out too."

Yue Chenqing: "..."

When Yue Chenqing left with grievances, Mo Xi sat down alone in the camp, took off the black dragon skin guards, pressed his long pale fingers over the eyebrows, and then closed his eyes slowly. In the candlelight, his face seemed to be a little poor, slightly tinged with pale white, and with the stubborn pressure that perpetually overwhelmed in his eyes, it looked even more dazed.

He looks very serious.

Not long ago, he received a secret letter from Emperor Zhonghua, written by himself today. After receiving the letter, Mo Xi repeated it three times before finally confirming that he had read it correctly.

Gu Mang is going back to Chonghua.

The letter had now been put in the placket, and the heavy and powerful heartbeat was put out against the ink, held by the temperature in the man's arms-Gu Mang was going back to Zhonghua-the news was like a thorn stuck in his chest, tied one by one pain.

Mo Frow frowned, trying to suppress his irritability, but in the end the evil fire rushed out. He opened his eyes wryly, and the long legs wrapped in black leather boots slammed the case in front of him.

"Wow."

"Ah, Mo Shuai!" The soldiers who were outside the account came in, sincerely fearfully, "You are angry, Yue Shao is young, it ’s only natural to play and play, it ’s not good for his subordinates. Listening to the play, you must blame you for punishing, even if you speak, don't be angry ... "

Mo looked back dimly, and in the dimness, he looked like a flame.

"Get out."

"..."

"No one is allowed to come in without my approval."

"Yes……"

The tent curtain fell again, and Cen was horribly silent inside and outside. I heard only the sound of the north wind and snow outside the tent. There were movements of soldiers in the distance, military boots squealing on the snow, and the horses in the spirit beast camp. Hissing.

Mo Xi turned his face, stared, and stared at the mulberry berries that were rolling on the ground. Those fruits were like human heads that had been picked by Gu Mang for years.

He thought, why did a person do so many cruel things, bad things, wrong things, betrayed the country, the same robe, and the best friend, but now he has the courage to come back with notoriety, blood debt, and deep hatred.

How could Gu Mang have a face back.

Mo slowed down for a while, and reluctantly calmed down, and then re-extracted the secret letter that he had repeatedly rotten. The word Junxiu on the king, writes squarely:

The Lao state intends to truce with our state. In order to show their sincerity, they have escorted their betrayal Gu Mang back to the city.

Gu Mang was a person of great importance to me. He had won so much faith, but he did not think about repaying it with all his heart, but because of his own self, he turned to the enemy and treason. In the past five years, he has plundered the city-state of his motherland, destroyed the homeland of Antai, slaughtered his former robes, and abandoned his old relatives and friends. Sin cannot be forgiven.

After ten days, Gu Mang was about to return to Jing City. His hatred was wide and non-solitary people could make decisions. Therefore, the Lords of the Book agreed to discuss it. Although He and Jun are far away in Guanshan, they are lonely. .

Wang Qingzheng.

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

This man has committed a felony of treason, and why should he keep alive?

The car cracked down and cut Tang Ling Ling to death--

Damn it!

He thought resentfully.

Damn it.

However, when I lifted the pen over my wrist, a word "kill" was written in half, but my hand trembled, and the ink was wet with silk.

Suddenly, there was a faint Tao Tao sound outside the big account. I don't know which corner the little ghost was homesick and nostalgic.

Mo extinguished his beard, his eyes were flashing with unclear words—in the end he cursed, throwing a pen in front of him, picking up the secret letter, the flame suddenly burst into his palm, and it was burned instantly ash.

A little bit of residual gray flew up, and He and Jun sighed, condensing the ashes into a butterfly that spread a thousand miles.

"Gu Mang once made a recommendation from his subordinates. He was treasonous and his subordinates couldn't blame him. As for the trial, he should avoid suspicion and should not be involved." He paused and added slowly, "Northern border ink Off, ask Jun Shang'an. "

He said that when he stopped, Lingdie flew away.

He looked at the place where the butterfly disappeared, thinking, well, he and Gu Mang's entanglement that lasted more than ten years was finally settled. Gu Mang killed so many Chinese sergeants, and hurt the people even more. Now the rabbits are cooked by the dead dogs and used up by the enemy and sent back. It is no wonder that the civil and military officials of the imperial capital are not anxious to revenge.

It's just that he has to be sidelined for two years, and it seems that Gu Mang's death sentence has not been seen.

He closed his eyes slowly. Although his face was not emotional, his nails were deeply in his palms.

It's over.

Friends of different paths, unable to return to the world.

Meet again today, things are different.

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

Mo Xiku sat in the camp, the face in the unarmed military account looked so tired.

After all, he couldn't save Gu Mang from the stray road.

Rivals, enemies, enemies.

This will be the conclusion of the future history books on their relationship.

Except for their deity in the world, I am afraid that no one will ever know that extremely dirty and beautiful secret. That is, these two seemingly stingy opponents--

Actually went to bed.

Yes.

Many years ago, the abstinence of the absent-minded Xun Hejun once pressed Gu Mang on the bed and aggressively violated it. The rigorous and cruel man once lost control on Gu Mang, hot sweat dripped on his chest, and ** stained his pupils.

And what about Gu Mang, the war-fighting Gu Mang? Gu Mang was once in tears on the bed of Xun and Jun, and once craved his soft lips, craving for Mo Shuai's kiss, indulging Mo extinguished on his strong and strong body, leaving bruising bruises.

They are adversaries, and their hatred accumulates. They are doomed to death.

But before that, when they haven't changed their way yet-

The two young men had entangled so passionately.

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