Remnants of Filth

He turned his head as if in a dream and saw a familiar figure.

Under the Tonghua in Feiyaotai, the moonlight is in the moonlight. Watching him quietly.

That man wasn't Gu Mang-naturally, it wouldn't be Gu Mang. Mo Xi who came back to God almost laughed at the bottom of his heart. What was he thinking?

The man who spoke was a gentle-eyed man. He was sitting in a wooden wheelchair, wearing a plain winter coat, and covering his crippled legs with a dark-colored blanket.

Mo Xi was slightly surprised: "Elder Qingxu?"

Elder Qingxu, Jiang Yexue. He is the elder brother of Yue Chenqing.

Not the same as the carefree silly boy Yue Chenqing. Jiang Yexue's life is very bitter. His mother went early, but later he was expelled from the Yue family because he insisted on marrying the daughter of the criminal.

At that time, he and the girl had no money. The marriage between the two was very simple, and due to the coercion of the Yue family, only a few people insisted-including Mo Xi and Gu Mang.

Mo extinguished them in a small courtyard. Gu Mang looked at the land deafness, and then told Jiang Yexue, brother, I'm poor, I can't afford this. Everyone laughed, and Gu Mang encouraged cheeks in the laughter, and used Suona to give them a song "Feng Qiu Huang".

However, the good times did not last long. Jiang Yexue joined the army with his wife, and the war was ruthless. He first took away his hair wife, and later snatched his legs.

Moxi doesn't know how this man survived. Fortunately, Jiang Yexue was soft and soft inside, but finally he got up his spirits and sought an elder position in the Xiu Xue Xue Gong to teach the method of refining. However, this move actually offended his biological father. The Yue family was the first refiner in Chonghua. Yue Juntian stubbornly ordered Xiuzheng Palace to eliminate Jiang Yexue's faculty--

"This survivor who was expelled from the Yue family has no surname following our surname. What face is left to rely on the Yue family's ability to eat!"

The palace master could not but Yue Juntian, so he had to resign Jiang Yexue tenderly.

Mo Xi looked in his eyes then and decided to give him a seat in his military aircraft department. Unexpectedly, he had n’t waited for the opening. The next day, the palace master of Xiuzhen Xuegong asked his grandfather to tell his grandmother to ask Jiang Yexue to go back. This time, the Yue family would have nothing to say. The ears of the people lift their lives. "

As for who the deceased person is, he is still a mystery in Chonghua.

Jiang Yexue knew that he was disgusted with Yue family. In the past, such a feast never appeared. So Mo Xi was so surprised to see him.

"How did you come?"

"I ..." Jiang Yexue said, "I'll see Chen Qing."

"..."

When Jiang Yexue was leaving, Yue Chenqing was still young. Many things are not remembered so clearly, but the elder brother always couldn't let go of the younger brother.

Although Yue Chenqing did not recognize him, to be honest, he was not as difficult as the rest of the Yue family.

"I also want to see you." Jiang Yexue paused and smiled. "I can't see your figure from left to right. I think it's because you are too noisy. You can't stand it. So I came to the stage to look for you. I'm right, you are really blowing hair here. "

"You're looking for me, it's good to pass on a word, why bother coming out yourself. I can't see the injury on your leg, I'll take you back."

"It's okay, it hasn't hurt for a long time." Jiang Yexue said, "I want to thank you. Chen Qing is not sensible, thanks to you taking care of him for the past two years."

Mo Xi remained silent for a while and said, "It's not a bad thing to make younger brothers play some games. Besides, he has grown a lot in the past two years."

Jiang Yexue smiled softly: "Is it? Did he not make you mess?"

"... It's just a little bit more helpful."

Jiang Yexue nodded with a sigh: "OK, that's good."

For a moment, the breeze blew the fringe of Feiyaotai slowly.

Jiang Yexue suddenly said: "Yi and Jun, you have been away for a long time, and many things that happened to the emperor are still not clear."

He has always been smart, transparent, and very understanding.

"It's too noisy in the temple, and I don't want to go back for a while. If there is anything you want to know about Xun Hejun, just ask me."

"... There is nothing special I want to know." Mo Xi turned to look at the imperial capital for a month, Wanhu set the stars, "I have no relatives in the city."

Jiang Yexue knew that he was awkward and looked at him without worry, but nodded.

After a while, Mo Xi coughed, and she began to ask, "Are you all right these years?"

Jiang Yexue laughed: "Very good."

"Where is King?"

"Everything goes smoothly for him."

"Princess Mengze?"

"Wan."

Mo Xi: "... that's good."

Jiang Yexue's eyes flowed with some indeterminate colors: "Do you want to know anything else?"

"Gone."

But after a while, Mo Xi drunk out the last bit of the residual wine in the cup, looking at the bright night, and finally couldn't help asking.

"Where is Gu Mang ...? How is he?"

Jiang Yexue looked at his eyes as if he was sighing, "Well, you have made so many bends, and finally mentioned him". Said: "Naturally, it's not good."

"..." Mo Xi was silent for a while, nodding his head slightly, and his throat was a little dry. "I think so."

"If you want, just go and see him. Having lived in such a bullying place for so long, he ... has changed a lot."

Mo extinguished for a moment, but didn't respond for a moment, frowned and asked, "Where?"

Jiang Yexue didn't expect that he would react this way. He opened his eyes slightly and froze: "Don't you know?"

"What do I know?"

Jiang Yexue: "..."

Neither of them spoke. There was a burst of lively laughter in the hall, drunk men and women projected between the window grilles, and the figures overlapped and disordered.

Mo stunned and responded, widening his eyes suddenly: "He won't be sent away--"

"... He has been in Luomei Bieyuan for two years ..." Jiang Yexue didn't expect such an important thing, Yue Chenqing didn't even disclose it. The result was that he told Mo Xi himself, and could not help but feel a little uneasy.

The ink turned blue instantly.

Luomei Bieyuan ...

Where is that Greenhouse Wind Moon Field!

The bones and blood of the people who sold them could be taken out of the stomach overnight. People who are warm in nature are beyond recognition, and people who are fierce in nature burn in jade.

Where did they send him?

They actually took him ... to him ...

Mo squeaked his throat and throbbed. For the first time, he didn't say a word, and the second time he said, "... Wang Shujun arranged?"

Jiang Yexue paused, nodding with a sigh: "You know, Wang Shujun hates him."

Mo Xi was silent, and suddenly turned his head away, looking at the dark night in front of him, no more snoring.

——

Since Gu Mang was returned to Chonghua two years ago, he has envisaged a lot of what Gu Mang would get.

At that time, he didn't know what the punishment of waiting for Gu Mang was. He thought that if Gu Mang was locked in the prison, he might go over and look at it with a few words. If Gu Mang had become a futile, he would not sympathize with him, and perhaps he would have tripped him up.

Even if there had been something soft between them, the hatred had accumulated so much over the years that they could no longer be reconciled.

Mo Xie only thought that he could drink a pot of wine with him in peace, that is, in the graveyard, Gu Man was lying inside, he was standing outside, and he might still talk to him like before, in Qingshi In front of the tombstone was a bunch of red lotus flowers transformed into spiritual power.

Anyway, it was a parting that they did not quarrel in the end.

But long ago, Gu Man was good at bringing various accidents to Mo Xi. Mo Xi didn't expect it to be the same even this time--

Luomei Bieyuan.

Mo Xi was suffering these four words in his heart. He turned them over and over and thought, trying to make a little bit of relief from inside.

But in the end he found that he was just doing something in vain. He didn't get any pleasure from it. On the contrary, he felt very sick and angry.

He didn't know where he was disgusting and angry. Shouldn't he be so happy when he reported it?

"..." Mo Xi's elbow was propped up on the carving rail. He wanted to bend his fingers, but was stiff. He turned to look at Jiang Yexue's features, but felt inexplicable.

Dizziness in front of my eyes and cramps in my stomach.

Gu Mang was taken to Luomei Bieyuan.

It has been two years.

Mo Xie felt that he should laugh at will at this moment. This is the right one, and it is in line with the hatred of blood and blood in people's eyes, so he did twist his lips and try to pry out a little comfort.

But in the end there was only a sneer, and it slipped from Sensenbei's teeth thinly.

It seemed as if his face was clear under the sunlight when he first saw him, and black eyes looked at him with a smile: "Hello, Brother Mo."

It seemed to flash the glorious look of Gu Mang after the army. He was bustling amongst a group of fox friends and dogs, blinking his eyes back and extinguishing his eyes, his eyes were long, slightly upward, and then a gentle radian smiled.

He also remembered those words after Gu Mang became the coach--

A grinning grinning tone: "Come here, Cong Rong voted Wang Ba, and he will be promoted to make a fortune in the next year."

There was a shout in the **** sea of ​​corpses: "Come on, go on, all the **** ones will cheer me up and get up! Will I take you home!"

And insisted on kneeling in front of the Golden Crest Hall and asking the king not to bury his soldiers in a hurry: "I want to ask the pharmacists to identify those bodies ... Please, this is not useless work, every soldier's tombstone should be There is a name and a surname. I do not want a brother to be unable to return home in the end. "

"They recognize me as the head coach, it's a ghost, and I want to bring them back. I promised."

"They don't want grief, they just want a name they should have."

And finally there was an unbearable anger that burst into tears in front of the temple-

"Should the slave deserve it? Shouldn't the slave be buried ?!"

"They bleed as much as they died! They have no father or mother, and they still have no status. Why did the Yue Family Mo Rong family die? They are heroes. My brothers died and there was only one hole to fill. Buried? Why? !!! "

That was Gu Mang's first cry in front of the temple.

He wasn't kneeling and crying, he was crouching, squatting, and squatting crying.

Immediately after the battle, his blood was not washed, his face was covered with smokey marks, and tears wiped out mottled marks.

This battlefield will always represent the God of War of hope, so he was beaten back to the humble original form in the Golden Temple, like an unknown body.

Man Dian Wen Wu was dressed in a dull suit, and many people looked at this poor general disgustedly. He was shabby and filthy.

He choked and mourned, like a dying beast.

"I said I would bring them back ..."

"Do what you want, let me keep my promise ..."

But most probably knew it was useless.

In the end he didn't ask, nor did he cry.

Just repeating, his eyes were almost scattered, as if whispering to the soul: "I'm sorry, it's not good to me, I'm not worthy of being your coach."

"I'm just a slave ..."

When these sentences fell back into memory, Mo Xi just felt a headache. Can not help but increase his hand, covered his face in the shadow of his hand, a cold.

The heart is damp and cold.

Jiang Yexue said: "He and Jun ... are you okay?"

No one answered. After a long time, there was a voice that could not hear the emotions, and it was cold and hot, and came out of the shadows: "OK. Why not."

Jiang Yexue looked at him and sighed: "How many years have you known to me, why bother to stand in front of me."

Mo Ju: "..."

The brass bells at the eaves were tinkling, and the slender bright yellow tassel fluttered in the wind.

"The names of you and Gu Mang have been mentioned together. They practiced spells together in the Xiu Xue Xue Gong, went to the battlefield together, and were later sealed together." Jiang Yexue said, "Now, you He is still high, but he has fallen into the dust. For so many years, he has become the same name. People are talking about the country and the country, but now you are the only one. I don't think you will be happy. "

He paused and turned to look at Mo Xi.

"Not to mention, he was your deepest friend."

Mo dangled her long, long eyelashes and replied a moment later: "... I was blind when I was young."

"But after his treason, you still believe that he has troubles. You have believed for a long time."

"I'm quite blind." Mo Xi said, looking at the cup in his hand, where there was still a touch of wine, glowing with glow, and he didn't want to continue this conversation.

"It's windy. Elder Qingxu, let's go back to the hall."

A few days after learning about Gu Mang's whereabouts, Mo Xi has been very irritable.

He originally wanted to restrain such undesired emotions, but his irritability continued unabated over time.

Mo Xi knew that he was suffering from heart disease.

Only Luomei Bieyuan has that medicine.

Finally, one evening, when the evening was dark, a carriage draped with Shen Yesha was slowly heading north of the imperial capital.

Mo sits in the car with his eyes closed, even if there are curtains all around him, he still has his back straight, handsome to a nearly luxurious face without any expression, so cold and terrifying .

"Lord, the place is here."

Mo Xi did not get out of the carriage directly, but drew the opening curtain and glanced out from the shadow.

At this time, the night market was the busiest, the two rows of exaggerated ninety-nine cold plum lanterns ignited by spiritual power outside the gate on the opposite street reflected the high hanging red plaque—

Luomei Bieyuan.

"Xiaofeng wins snow with frost, falling into the dust."

It is different from the ordinary Zhifanchang. A large part of it is the prisoners of war obtained by the Chonghua State, which was abolished. It has since become a prisoner of ranks, and has become a prisoner in the account.

"Lord, do you want to go in?"

Mo glanced at it and saw several acquaintances, and they were all the kind of puppets he was not particularly familiar with, so he frowned and said, "Take the back door."

The carriage stopped at the back door of Luomei Bieyuan.

"You go back and don't need to be here."

After instructing the driver on the house, he stood on the spot and looked at the terrain several times, then tipped his feet a bit, grabbed the eaves, and sneaked into the night silently.

Before he came, he had read the filing drawings of Luomei Bieyuan, so it was not difficult to find the residence of the little aunts and children, and soon came to the courtyard courtyard. He put on his cloak, and went in through the main entrance of Huage like an ordinary guest, and walked through the rows of houses with the crimson doors.

"Wan Kuo, the Fire Maiden Sha Xuerou"

"Wan Kui, the Fire Nu Wa Qin Feng"

"Zheng Guo Zuojun Lieutenant Tang Zhen"

"Blood Rain Left Army Female Officer Lin Huarong"

There is such a small wooden sign hanging next to each door, which writes in detail the former state of the people, their official positions, and their names. Of guests found the most appropriate cathartic object.

If there is a guest looking for joy inside, the name on the sign will be red, and if there is no guest inside, the word on the sign will be black.

In Luomeibeiyuan, the aristocracy is heaven. As long as they are happy, they can do anything.

Those men and women's smiles, flattery, **. Even the lives of each of them were picked by Ren Jun.

Mo glanced at his eyes, his clothes fluttered, and he walked through the rows of corridors. The sound insulation here was not good. The movement of the male and female lovers in the room was very vivid. Faster and faster-where is Gu Mang? After walking through dozens of rooms, I still didn't see the card.

Go up to the second floor and look again.

Finally, at a lonely corner, Mo stopped.

Dark wooden sign with thin handwriting.

"Chonghua Rebel Gu Gumang"

In the entire court, the only card with the emphasis on the Chinese character.

Mo Xi's eyes seemed heavy and heavy, and fell on that small sign. At that moment, something in his dark eyes seemed to be ignited and burnt darkly. But that light soon went out.

He raised his hand, and when his knuckles were an inch from the door, he stopped.

He suddenly realized that the word on Gu Mang's card was red.

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