Yu Wu

Chapter 165 I'm Not Alone

Unexpectedly, he could hear his father's name in this past event, and Mo Xi felt mixed feelings for a while.

The shopkeeper said: "Miss Chu made several inquiries and found out that Mo Qingchi's family already has a daughter who is very jealous, so she finally set her target on Murong Xuan who is still single."

Murong Chuyi asked in a low voice: "But... the second girl Chu has such a strong temper, how can she be willing to obey her sister's arrangements? What's more, if she knows that her sister's schemes and forbearances are all for her own sake, how can she be willing to obey her sister's arrangement? How could you be willing to steal your life?"

"That's right." The shopkeeper said, "So Miss Chu's plan is not to let her sister know about it at all."

"She hoped that her sister could live a good life without suffering. So one day... when the royal family in the city went hunting in the outskirts of the city, she took her sister with her, and went to drink with her when she was not prepared. I threw the Wangyou medicine she stole into the water."

"!"

"After her younger sister drank Wangyousan, she forgot all the past and the past, and fell into a coma. At this time, Miss Chu quietly carried her to the road that Murong Xuan must pass. Murong Xuan saw an orphan girl dying, She was so miserable, she really felt compassionate and ordered someone to save her."

"After Miss Chu finished this, she knew that all her previous seduction and flattery would be seen through, so she planned to escape overnight. But before she could escape, the nobleman who kidnapped her discovered what she had done. , Immediately flew into a rage and sent someone to chase her back. While fleeing in a panic, Miss Chu fell down a steep slope and fell into the Five Poisons Abyss."

Murong Chuyi murmured: "That puddle in the eastern outskirts of Chonghua City that is full of miasma?"

"Yeah... When Miss Chu struggled to get out of it, her mind was not so clear because she inhaled too much poisonous miasma, and she began to become a little confused. But you should be clear, the effect of that kind of miasma is not immediate. It just goes away and gets worse over time."

"When Miss Chu was still a little clear-headed, she wanted to go back to Lin'an City to find her father and younger brother with a faint hope. But when she went to a place where there were people and made a few inquiries, the news she got was overwhelming. Feeling hopeless, she went crazy day by day, and when she found out that she was pregnant with the flesh and blood of that nobleman, the mental stimulation reached its peak—she almost completely collapsed."

The private room was terribly quiet, let alone Murong Chuyi himself, even Mo Xi immediately understood that Murong Chuyi was the child of Miss Chu and the nobleman who raped her.

Gu Mang looked at Mo Xi, and said in a low voice, "Why is your face so ugly?"

Mo Xi shook his head.

He really didn't want to listen any more, and wanted to take Gu Mang away.But going out at this time will only attract the other party's attention more easily, and he doesn't know how to face Murong Chuyi at this moment no matter what.

In this embarrassing silence, Murong Chuyi suddenly asked without any emotion: "Why didn't she fall for that child?"

"How can this be explained clearly." The shopkeeper sighed, "She must not have understood what she was thinking. But ah... human emotions are the most unpredictable things. It's not about thinking about magic and Buddha. I think she must have struggled for a long time between abandoning and staying, hesitating and hesitating, and it was the time when it was no longer suitable for her to have a child. That's why she thought about it later and abandoned the baby in the The gate of a temple."

Murong Chuyi suddenly closed his eyes.

The shopkeeper said: "Miss Chu told me repeatedly before she died that she was hiding in the woods and watched a luxuriously dressed woman take her child away. She was relieved and felt heartache. The pain was so bad that she suddenly regretted it." I wanted to chase the child back, but the woman had already gone away in the chariot, no matter how hard she chased, she couldn't catch up, no matter how much she shouted, no one answered her."

"That became the last straw that broke her, and that night, she went completely crazy."

When the shopkeeper talked about this, he was stunned for a while, and then he slowly added: "As for the youngest son of the Chu family... that child has been doing work for me on the boat. Later, when I got older, I thought about changing things. On a stable day, he went to Lin'an to open a restaurant, but he has feelings for boats, so until now, he is still running the pier, doing an old job. I never told him in detail about his childhood .”

"..." Murong Chuyi's voice was low and hoarse, "How is he doing now?"

"I have a wife and son, and live a peaceful life. I want to take advantage of my youth and strength in the past few years to earn more money. In a few years, I will bring my wife and children back to settle down and start a family business, so that the children can study hard. "

Murong Chuyi was silent again, and said for a while: "That's very good."

After a while, he asked again: "Shopkeeper, do you know who the nobles who kidnapped the Chu family sisters were?"

The shopkeeper's face changed slightly, and his plump lips were murmuring—although he never mentioned the identity and name of the nobleman during the narration, he obviously knew it, and he just said that the rumors were one thing, and named the nobleman by name. It is another matter to confess that man who is full of evil.

Everyone's justice in this world is different, some people can only do this, no matter how much courage they have, but in the end they still have their own kindness, so don't force it too much.

Murong Chuyi understood this truth very well, not to mention that he didn't need to get a confirmation, he probably already had an answer in his heart.

Who else could it be?

Even Mo Xi, who has always been the least nosy, can easily guess the identity of that evil animal.

Murong Chuyi saw all the storekeeper's reactions in his eyes, and didn't say any more, just said: "I understand. Thank you storekeeper."

"No, oh, no thanks... what can I thank you for?"

There was another silence.

Suddenly--

"Shopkeeper, please answer one more question."

"Sir, I would like to take the liberty to ask a question."

The two spoke almost simultaneously.

Murong Chuyi said: "You ask."

The shopkeeper hesitated and said hesitantly: "You...you can't really...it's Miss Chu, Miss Chu's child... right..."

"..."

"Forget it, forget it. Oh, pretend I didn't ask, pretend I didn't ask. Let me tell you about you. What do you want to ask me?"

Murong Chuyi was silent for a while, then said: "I want to ask, in this area of ​​Lin'an Mansion, are there many families who tattoo some tattoos on the shoulders of their children shortly after their birth?"

Hearing these words, Mo Xi's hand paused slightly, and he couldn't help but be stunned.

"Oh... Yue people like tattoos, there is indeed such a custom, but not all Yue people do this."

The shopkeeper said: "Actually, this kind of habit still depends on the ancestors. I don't know the specifics. I heard that a long time ago, some ancestors would enshrine the God of Flowers and recognize a kind of flower as a symbol of the family to ward off evil spirits. Then ask a major cultivator at that time to make a mark on his arm. For example, if you worship peony, you will leave a mark of peony, and if you worship peony, you will make a mark of peony."

Mo Xi's face turned pale as he heard this. Hearing this, he almost turned pale.

The shopkeeper also said: "At that time, the spell used by the overhaul who presided over the branding was very pure. This kind of mark not only fell on the believers at that time, but would also be passed down. Their children will also bear such birthmarks when they are born. .”

"However, because the age of the master who cast the spell is too long, the imprints of each family are actually slowly fading, and some of them are not effective enough. In fact, they can't be seen anymore. It is estimated that after a few generations, this kind of birthmark will also disappear. There will be none."

"..." Murong Chuyi was silent for a moment, and asked, "Then that family named Chu... did they also have this imprint inheritance?"

The shopkeeper thought for a while and replied, "Yes."

The air was terribly suffocated.

"What is it?"

"lotus."

Like thunder shaking his heart, his ears and eyes were stunned, Mo Xi's eyes went black for a while, he raised his eyes, and looked at Gu Mang's face opposite him who didn't know when it happened, through the dim candlelight of the wine shop.

lotus... lotus...

Many fragments of the past pass through Mo Xi's chest like a revolving lantern: first the rumors of Wang Shu and Miss Lin'an, the discrepancy between Gu Mang and Murong Lian, the slight similarities between Murong Chuyi and Gu Mang...

The last elegant and calm voice sounded from his memory. It was what Jiang Fuli had said to Gu Mang when he was treating Gu Mang's illness not long ago——

"Huh? The lotus petal print on his shoulder... I seem to have seen it somewhere?"

-

It was Murong Chuyi.

Murong Chuyi must have asked Jiang Fuli to see a doctor for some reason, and he saw the birthmark on his shoulder.

There were layers of chills in the depths of the bones, the truth was like a vast ocean of water falling from the world, submerging Mo Xi in it, and he couldn't breathe.

He covered his brows and eyes deeply in the palm of his hand, and goosebumps appeared on his back.Murong Lian, Murong Chuyi, Xian Wangshu, the Chu sisters, Gu Mang... and that... and that Aunt Lin whom Gu Mang had mentioned to him, but he didn't care about at that time.

Everyone's relationship was entangled by this thread and floated in his heart, gradually becoming clearer, and because of the clarity, it became more and more terrifying, the whole person was like being in ice water.

"Mo Xi?"

"..."

"Mo Xi!"

I don't know how long it took before he was suddenly pulled out of his chaotic thoughts by Gu Mang's worried inquiry, Mo Xi suddenly regained his senses and looked up, seeing Gu Mang's delicate face under the candlelight.

He was in a trance for too long, Murong Chuyi next door had bid farewell at some point, and the shopkeeper had also gone downstairs slowly, with his fat belly sticking out, putting on a good smile, and entertaining the customers who entered the shop again.

Everything was like a dream.

But Mo Xi knew it was not, all this was not a dream.

He had seen Gu Mang and Lu Zhanxing's final farewell in time travel, and Gu Mang so hoped that this solitary body would be accompanied by relatives.

He also thought of Yue Chenqing once said that Murong Chuyi has always been a loner, an abandoned baby at the gate of the temple, never knowing who his relatives are or whether they are still alive.

These two people are cold and warm, one is eagerly hoping, the other is searching silently, seemingly they have no intersection at all, but it turns out...and it turns out...

Mo Xi closed his eyes tremblingly.

"Mo Xi, what's wrong with you?"

"It's nothing..." After a while, Mo Xi whispered in a hoarse voice, not knowing whether it was worry or joy in his voice.Needless to say, I am happy, but I am worried because Gu Mang is in this state now, and he can no longer bear the stimulation of his life experience, brothers recognize each other, not to mention that in this way, the bad debts of the Yue family and the Murong family will also fall on Gu Mang. .

He was in a complicated mood for a while, and didn't know what to say, he just raised his hand and touched Gu Mang's head, and asked, "If you...you still have relatives in this world, would you be happy?"

Gu Mang was confused: "What is that?"

"The person closest to you."

"Then it's just you."

"What if there are others?"

"But no one else kisses me anymore." Gu Mang opened his eyes slightly, "If there is, why didn't he come to me?"

"he……"

Mo Xi was silent for a while, and finally said: "He will."

-

Back at the inn, Mo Xi didn't feel sleepy.

He stood in front of the window, looking at the full moon outside the window, and the frost on the roof tiles of thousands of households, with a lot of thoughts in his heart.

The aristocrat who despised the sisters of the Chu family back then was probably Yue Juntian.With Murong Chuyi's personality, he didn't know what he would do, and the result would definitely hurt both the Yue family and Murong Chuyi.

And if you want to prevent Murong Chuyi from taking the risk to take revenge, then telling him that he still has a blood brother who needs him in this world is obviously the best way.

He doesn't know much about Murong Chuyi, but it can be seen that Murong Chuyi also wants to know what it's like to have a "home".Between the pleasure of revenge and the long-lasting warmth, he believed that Murong Chuyi would choose the latter.

In fact, it's better for everyone.

"Mo Xi."

Hearing the movement behind him, Mo Xi turned his head, only to find that it was just Gu Mang's sleep talking after he fell asleep.

Gu Mang curled up on the bed, the thin quilt was pulled high, only half of his face was exposed, and he frowned slightly because of something he dreamed about.

Mo Xi walked to him and sat down on the edge of the bed.

He raised his hand to straighten Gu Mang's messy forehead hair, but he saw that Gu Mang opened his eyes in a daze.

With a soft voice, Mo Xi whispered, "Did it wake you up?"

Gu Mang shook his head sleepily, and after a while, he narrowed his blue eyes and muttered, "I really have...a brother..."

Mo Xi's hand paused slightly, and then he gave a low "hmm".

"Then will he really come to me..."

"……Will do."

"Will he like me?"

"Most definitely."

Gu Mang snorted lightly, and his frowning brows slowly loosened, and there was something relaxed and expectant between those brows.

During the long night, Mo Xi sat beside him, watching him sound asleep, thinking about it.After a long time like this, he twirled Gu Mang's thin quilt, got up, and quietly left the inn door, heading towards the burial ground on the outskirts of the city.