"No need to go to the Southwest Camp..."
After Mo Wen whispered this to Gu Xinglang, he pointed at the tree where the lanterns had been hung, stepped back, as if blown by the wind, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.
Gu Xinglang stood in the snow with his gun, unable to recover for a long time.
Xiao Wei woke Xiao Zhuang up at this time. The two brothers' bodies were a little stiff from the cold. They lay on the ground and couldn't get up for a long time.
"Prince Consort?" Xiao Wei called Gu Xinglang again.
Gu Xinglang finally came back to his senses, walked quickly to Xiaozhuang and Xiaowei, put his gun on the ground, and helped the two brothers up from the snow, one in each hand.
Xiao Wei said, "Prince consort, are you okay?"
Gu Xinglang helped Xiaozhuang and Xiaowei walk and whispered, "Nothing."
Xiaozhuang was still confused. He looked at the deserted road and asked, "What happened?"
Gu Xinglang said: "Mo Wen has been here."
"What?" Xiaozhuang and Xiaowei exclaimed at the same time.
"Prince consort, are you really okay?" Xiao Wei asked worriedly. How could Mo Wen let his prince consort go?
"It's okay," Gu Xinglang said, "Stop talking for now, move around and stretch your body."
Xiaozhuang and Xiaowei were supported by Gu Xinglang as they walked on the official road for a long time. Then they moved around on their own and only then did they feel that their bodies were their own again.
Gu Xinglang made sure that Xiaozhuang and Xiaowei were fine before he walked up to the tree, looked at the half-burned orange lantern under his feet, reached out and touched the uneven tree trunk, but didn't find anything. Gu Xinglang then turned behind the tree and found a package on the ground behind the tree.
It was pitch dark and Mr. Gu could only see that the package was round.
Xiaozhuang and Xiaowei ran over. Xiaozhuang looked at the package under the tree and lit the fire he was carrying.
When there was light, the person saw that it was a cloth bag, dark black in color, covered with ice, and the cloth was frozen stiff.
"What's in it?" Xiaozhuang asked.
Gu Xinglang walked forward, clenched his hands, then squatted down and untied the knot on the cloth bag.
There was a human head in the cloth bag.
Gu Xinglang was not a person who was afraid of seeing dead people, so after seeing the head, at most Gu Shao frowned, Xiao Wei shook his head, and Xiao Zhuang took half a step back.
"Did Mo Wen bring this?" Xiao Wei asked.
Gu Xinglang hummed, and reached out to tidy up the man's loose hair. His movements were very gentle, as if he was afraid of hurting the man.
When the face hidden by the hair was revealed, everyone took a closer look at the face in the light of the fire.
This was a man in his late 50s, with dark skin, a big beard, and an old wound on the bridge of his nose, leaving a long scar. The man's eyes were wide open with his mouth wide open. The blood on his broken neck had coagulated into a thick layer of ice that was dark red in color.
"Cut off the head with one knife," Xiao Wei touched the broken neck and said to Gu Xinglang.
"He is Qiao Rong," Gu Xinglang whispered.
"What?" Xiaozhuang shouted.
Xiao Wei asked anxiously, "Is that the General Qiao Rong we are looking for in the Southwest Camp?"
Gu Xinglang nodded and said, "He was originally a general of the Jiang family. I met him on the battlefield."
Xiaozhuang cursed, Qiao Rong is dead, so why are they going to the Southwest Camp?
Xiao Wei also kicked the snow on the ground and asked Gu Xinglang: "What should we do then?"
"Mo Wen asked us to see Qiao Rong's head, which is to tell us that we can't mobilize the soldiers from the Southwest Camp," Gu Xinglang said in a low voice, "Perhaps, none of Qiao Rong's troops are left now."
Xiaozhuang shuddered.
Xiao Wei raised his hand and touched his throat, which did not feel uncomfortable now, and said, "Then why didn't Mo Wen kill us?"
Xiao Zhuang said, "You still want him to kill us?"
Xiao Wei looked at Gu Xinglang.
Gu Xinglang raised his hand and closed Qiao Rong’s angry eyes.
Xiao Wei said: "Looking at his appearance, he must have died unwillingly."
Gu Xinglang tied up the cloth bag again, held it in his hand, stood up and said, "We don't have to go to the southwest camp. The city gate is closed now. Let's find a place to stay overnight and go into the city early tomorrow morning."
Xiaozhuang and Xiaowei both responded to Gu Xinglang with a "yes".
Gu Xinglang turned to leave, then stopped and said to Xiao Wei, "I don't know why Mo Wen didn't kill us."
Xiao Wei looked puzzled.
Xiao Zhuang pushed Xiao Wei forward. He did not think as much as Xiao Wei did, and said with a thankful look on his face: "We are lucky."
Gu Xinglang followed Xiaozhuang and Xiaowei carrying a cloth bag without saying a word.
There were many inns along the official road. Gu Xinglang randomly found an inn close to the city gate and asked for two rooms, one for Xiaozhuang and Xiaowei, and one for Gu Xinglang alone.
Xiaozhuang and Xiaowei accompanied Gu Xinglang to have some wine and food, then went back to their room to rest.
Xiaozhuang sat on the bed wrapped in a blanket and said to Xiaowei, "The prince consort looks fine. Is there something wrong?"
Xiao Wei washed his face, holding a towel in his hand, and said, "If you want the Prince Consort to cry in front of you, will he be normal?"
Xiaozhuang lay down on the bed and said, "I want to cry. The soldiers from the Southwest Camp cannot be transferred. With just us and the guards around Emperor Jing, can we help the Fourth Emperor become the emperor? Are you dreaming?"
Xiao Wei threw the towel into the washbasin, walked to his bed and fell on it.
Xiao Zhuang said, "Let's talk to the princess. We can't take care of this matter. Let's go."
Xiao Wei asked, "What did Mo Wen say to the Prince Consort?"
Xiao Zhuang said, "What can Mo Wen say to the Prince Consort? Can he teach the Prince Consort to recite Buddhist scriptures? I saw the Prince Consort holding a gun, he must have fought with Mo Wen."
Xiao Wei's mind was a little confused. Listening to Xiao Zhuang's chattering, Xiao Wei soon became annoyed. He covered his head with the quilt and decided to go to sleep. He would deal with anything after he woke up.
Gu Xinglang was sitting alone at the table in the guest room. There were still a lot of dishes left on the table, but Young Gu did not touch the dishes anymore. He just drank one sip after another.
Why do you want to keep Yu Linglong?
All you rely on is that Yu Linglong likes you.
You want rights.
If Jing Mo becomes emperor, he can use the country as a betrothal gift.
Kill Jing Mo. The dead have no right to compete with you for the one you love.
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Mo Wen's words echoed in Gu Xinglang's ears over and over again, and Gu Xinglang remembered every word clearly.
There was no wine in the cup. He picked up the wine jug and shook it. There was no wine in the jug either. Gu Xinglang raised his hand and smashed the jug to the ground. A faint smell of alcohol rose from under his feet, and soon Gu Xinglang's breath was filled with the faint smell of liquor.
"Inner demon," Gu Xinglang muttered to himself while holding the empty wine glass. Then he laughed, and his laughter was full of ridicule and mockery.
When the fig leaf that made people see that he was upright was mercilessly removed by Mo Wen, Gu Xinglang felt ashamed. What upright? He was just a useless man who wanted to stay with his wife forever, but was always worried about gains and losses and had no ability!
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