General Chu

When the banquet was over at Xushi, a court lady walked along the official road with a piece of candle to light up the palace lanterns one by one, and soon there was a faint light under the lampshade, but the palace was too bright and weak, and the night was still very dark.

The envoys from the ten kingdoms were sent out of the palace during such a long night.

On the long steps in front of Chonghua Hall, under the dim light, the envoy of Yan Kingdom stood beside Mo Wen, and said softly, I hope you will not regret your choice today.

Mo Wen smiled and made a gesture of invitation, he said, my people are already waiting in front of the palace gate, waiting to send you out of Chu.

The man was in a hurry, and suddenly turned his head to look at him and said, you!

"I have no other meaning, but I hope that what you tell me will not be told to others. Although I know that if I don't move, no one will have the ability to mess up the world."

The man stared at Mo Wen for a while, and finally replied with the corners of his mouth pulled, he is indeed General Mo.

Everyone thinks it's a joke to have tens of thousands of soldiers but not to fight back. Everyone thinks he is a traitor and traitor. Did they get it wrong?

Actually not.

Mo Wen has a cold face and a cold heart. He has been tyrannical for half his life, and he regards human life as nothing. Even Su Yingmiao, who grew up with him, once thought that he would eventually rely on the Tiger Devourer to sit on the throne and drag the entire Chu Kingdom into hell.But he didn't.

Xu Liwenyuan is the only variable among them.

After a distance of ten steps, Xu Liwenyuan was looking at them and smiling, and waited until the envoy from the Kingdom of Yan walked away before approaching Mo Wen from a distance, then raised his hand, and lightly poked Mo Wen's chest.He said that since you can smile at everyone, the lonely king doesn't have to be you.

At that moment Xu Liwenyuan's eyes were full of hatred, so sharp that everyone who looked in was doomed.Mo Wen was startled, and then replied with one word, yes.

But in the next second Xu Liwenyuan laughed loudly again, and then softly called out, Uncle Wang.

Mo Wen was speechless, silent for a moment, and then replied, yes.

The lover has never been able to get what he wants, and his enthusiasm is cornered because of forbearance.

The person he has been loyal to for half his life has never been without a city, but Mo Wen did not expect that the young man would become more and more moody and unpredictable.

In the end, everyone dispersed, and there were only a few palace people left on the high platform.The two of them looked at each other in silence, and then, one turned south and the other turned north.

Mo Wen walked halfway through the long official road and couldn't help but stop. He turned his head and looked in the direction of Chengqing Palace.

What he thought at that moment was that if Xu Liwenyuan looked back at him, he would give up his fame and fame and rebel and become a real rebellious minister and thief, and then keep his sweetheart in the palace and block all the rumors outside by himself go.

But Xu Liwenyuan didn't look back, not even once.

Mo Wen originally thought that the person who vowed to take him into the harem could fill the big hole in his heart that had been opened for many years, but it didn't.

After so many years, the wound not only failed to heal, but began to fester.

That day Mo Wen left the city overnight and went straight to the Buddhist temple in the outskirts of the city.

It was an era when rites and music collapsed, and what was admired was no longer a teacher who was famous but victory, as long as he could win, no matter the means.The chaos of the battlefield rules even led the common people to become impetuous and no longer believe in gods and Buddhas.

The Buddhist temple has not had a new visitor for a long time. It is deserted and deserted. In the lobby, there is only one monk who knocks wooden fish as the abbot, and his dharma name is empty.

Mo Wen went in and first burned a stick of incense, then found a futon, and sat silently with the gods and Buddhas.

Master Kongji has been the abbot for 20 years, welcoming many people who are worried about mundane affairs.Although he often confuses people, he is still a person in the secular world and needs to worry about mundane things. For example, he can close the door and rest after sending the person in front of him away.

But he happened to meet Mo Wen who didn't like talking too much with others.The two sat until Master Kongji still didn't wait for the person in front of him to speak, so he put down the wooden fish in his hand and stretched out his arm that was about to be broken, asking, why did the benefactor come here?

"Because it's clean."

The master choked for a moment, and asked again with a smile on his face, do you have anything bothering you to tell me?

"No."

The muscles on the master's face twitched, and he said with a stiff face, whoever comes here late at night can say that he has nothing to worry about.After the master finished speaking, he started to stare at Mo Wen's face, as if if the person in front of him stopped talking, he would swing his arms round and punch him.

At the last second before making an irreparable mistake, Mo Wen finally opened his eyes, and said softly, I have worked so hard and tried everything possible to finally push myself into the abyss.The end of the road.

Master Kong Ji stopped his movements at the fastest speed, and then relied on his eloquent ability to save people from suffering for many years, half-closed his eyes and babbled mysteriously, Amitabha, since the end of the road, any further step forward is also a new direction .

Mo Wen turned his head to look at the incense mist curling up in the hall, and smiled lightly, this kind of smile is really not happy.The chest was cut open, and the blood was scooped up.

What can he do?As long as you are alive, you have to survive.It's like boiling medicine in bitter water, the more you boil it, the more bitter it becomes.

After listening to this sentence, Master Kongji finally realized that he was no match for the man in front of him in terms of endurance. He looked at Mo Wen carefully for a long time and confirmed that the man in front of him just looked sad, as if he was homeless, and seemed to be quite rich.

After reaching this conclusion, Master Kong Ji made a wise decision: leave the person in front of him in the hall to watch the incense, and go to sleep by himself.

Just thinking about it in my mind, the person has already gone away.

After he left, Mo Wen got up and added two sticks of incense to the incense jar in front of him, then said softly to the Buddha, you are often unaccompanied, I will come here often in the future.

The Buddha can't speak, but only looks at him and all living beings with a compassionate face.

Master Kongji got up after a good night's sleep and expressed his satisfaction that the incense in front of the Buddha had not been cut off. Not only that, the fallen leaves in front of the court had been swept away, and the fragrance of rice was wafting from the back kitchen.

He said, does this young man intend to become a monk?There is just a lack of a young master in the temple, you can stay first, and ten or twenty years later, you will naturally be the abbot, and you will have all the glory I have today.

Mo Wen put down the spatula in his hand and said casually, if I were Mo Wen, would you still keep it?

As soon as the words came out, Master Kong Ji who had been nagging was stunned. Mo Wen thought that monks didn't care about world affairs, so he added, my surname is Xu Li.

"Ming Shuai."

Mo Wen stretched out his hand to support the master who suddenly bent over to salute, and said, since the abbot is not a member of the army, there is no need to salute too much.

"My lord." Kong Ji suddenly knelt down and said, the small temple is a dilapidated place, so how dare you leave the lord's precious body behind.It's cool on the mountain, you'd better go back home as soon as possible.

"Boom me away?"

Kong Ji said that no one was there, but kept kneeling on the ground with a firm attitude.

Presumably, he heard the rumors about the leader of the Tiger Devouring Army.Mo Wen didn't force it, he straightened his clothes and prepared to go down the mountain.

He boiled the porridge in the pot for an hour, but he was not invited to taste it in the end, which is a pity.

The temple is built on the top of the mountain, and there are fine forests and long winds at the foot.When I stopped, I could even hear the sound of dead leaves falling on the ground and melting into the mud, chirping like someone whispering beside me.

Mo Wen just walked to the front of the mountain gate and saw a familiar person.

Li Jinghua was also stunned for a moment, then walked towards him and greeted him, saying that he did not expect the prince to like such a remote and secluded place.

"Well, I like it, but I don't come here often."

"Yes, I come whenever I have time. This is the first time I meet the prince." Li Jinghua asked sideways as he walked in, is the prince going back?

"I wanted to stay for half a day, but I didn't expect the abbot to drive me out after knowing my identity."

"If your lord doesn't mind it, why not go in with me."

After a stick of incense, Mo Wen came back with Li Jinghua.Master Kong Ji was about to frown, but when he saw the old pilgrim standing beside him, he didn't say much.

"Is Li Shaoqing used to worship gods and Buddhas? Because of faith?"

Li Jinghua turned around and smiled, and said, although the people behind us can't hold a sword and lead a horse to fight the enemy, they always want to do something, so they have the habit of offering incense when they have time.

After speaking, both of them smiled.Mo Wen finally knew that this frail and sick young minister was not always serious.

That day when the two returned to the city together, Li Jinghua suddenly said something when they parted, I think General Mo must also like happiness in the world, so he went to the temple to pray.If the general lacks someone to talk to, he can come to me, and there is only one person in Li's residence.

He is a good talker, but after saying this sentence, it was like being choked by the wind for no reason.

Mo Wen didn't have a big reaction after listening to it, he just answered "Yes" casually, I don't know if it is sincere or polite.

The generals of the Northern Frontier Army went to Beijing to report on their duties that day, and arrived at Chengqing Hall early in the morning.

Xu Liwenyuan had been waiting for a long time, and when he saw someone coming, he stepped forward and enthusiastically grabbed the child who was being held by the person.He didn't like children very much, but for the first time, he was very friendly to that fleshy child, and would hold him in his arms while eating and tease him from time to time.

"Come on, tell the lonely king, is northern Xinjiang fun?"

"It's fun, there are big bad wolves in northern Xinjiang."

"Is it more fun in Tianliang City or in Northern Xinjiang?"

"Of course it's Northern Xinjiang."

Xu Li Wenyuan paused, and then asked, because of the big bad wolf?

"No, any other place is more fun than Tianliang City, because of freedom."

Just as he was talking, Wu Jizhou approached him, and whispered back, Your Majesty, General Mo is not in the mansion, do you want to send someone to look for him?

"No need, today is a family banquet, and King Cheng is the closest relative of the lonely king, so he should come, but since he is not in the mansion, there is no need to force it."

After finishing speaking, he repeated the sentence that the child in his arms accidentally said just now, "any other place is more fun than Tianliang City, because of freedom."

Yes, not free?

If freedom could be a reason for a person to resist Ying Du, Chu Gong would be hated even more.But he, Xu Liwenyuan, could only stay in this Chu palace all his life.

In the past, he didn't feel bored, but now he felt inexplicably anxious.

The difference lies in whether there is Mowen around.After Mo Wen taught him to yearn for the outside world, he left by himself.