Chapter 167 Siege
[Our little Mu is a bit stupid, but he has learned some family status rankings without any guidance.]
[Hahahaha, asking for Gugu directly is of course useless, but asking for Zhizhi is a different story.]
[It's as easy as drinking water to make a gurgling sound]
[This is a real old married couple. My master and his wife get along just like this. Every time I fail to finish my homework, I act like a spoiled child and ask his wife to help me talk. Hehehe]
Mu Xingchen quickly put the remaining half of the Dejected Ghost into the gourd, and then looked at Qi Gu and Lin Hanzhi with an obedient expression on his face, "Okay."
In the dark night, looking up, they saw a long corridor and houses with double-eaved hip roofs. The road in the general's mansion was straight and it was not easy to make mistakes if they followed the map. Soon, the three of them stood in front of the rockery.
The depths of the rockery, which was so dark that nothing could be seen during the day, were now completely thick and black, as if ink had been splashed all over, and nothing could be seen of what was inside.
This rockery is constructed with some rugged Taihu stones, and was carefully designed by ancient craftsmen, eventually forming a rockery of about 40 to 50 square meters. There are winding paths inside the rockery. When it was open to the public in the past, many tourists liked to go in and explore, and then leave disappointed.
Because this rockery is just a very ordinary rockery, no different from other rockery.
"I'll go in first and see if I can bring out the ghost... Zeng Qinghuan. You two wait here." Qi Gu said in a firm tone and did not give Lin Hanzhi and Mu Xingchen any chance to refute.
This rockery path is very narrow and can only accommodate one person at a time. If three people go in together and something happens, they will not be able to run away in time.
The light source radiation area of the high-intensity flashlight is much brighter than those scenes in horror movies where the screen is still pitch black even after the flashlight is turned on. When the flashlight was turned on, the rockery path in front of Qi Gu was illuminated brightly, all the way to the bend.
Qi Gu walked quickly, and the path changed from being one where one could stand and walk straight to one where one could only walk hunched over. Then, it made a twist and turn, and Qi Gu came to a spacious cave with a stone bed in it. Next to the bed was a small wooden horse ornament, which had faded and become smooth because it had been touched so often. Zeng Qinghuan was sitting on the bed wearing a silver-white armor, with his eyebrows lowered, making it impossible to see his expression.
"General." Qi Gu said calmly.
Zeng Qinghuan raised her head, revealing a delicate face with murderous intent between her brows. His eyes fell on Qi Gu's short hair and handsome face, and he seemed confused by his strange attire.
Qi Gu said: "We can talk about it after we get out."
He raised his hand and pressed tentatively on the formation that trapped Zeng Qinghuan. The formation glowed brightly for a moment, trying to expel the human who was offending him without knowing the consequences. However, he was only proud for a moment. Qi Gu frowned more deeply and bit his tongue with his fangs. A mouthful of the sorcerer's pure yang tongue blood spurted out and landed on the formation, splashing it and causing black smoke to sizzle in an instant.
Qi Gu continued to pour spiritual light into the weak spots of the formation and finally tore a hole in it.
Qi Gu looked at Zeng Qinghuan and said confidently, "You should be able to get through. Try to drill through it."
It’s too hard to tear it all apart, just be able to get through it.
Zeng Qinghuan didn't mind Qi Gu letting her crawl through the dog hole. She grabbed the small wooden horse and stuffed it into her arms. She crawled out of the crack in the path without hesitation, clasped her hands together and thanked Qi Gu with a military salute: "Thank you for your help, sir!"
His voice sounded very elegant, not like that of a soldier fighting in a war, but rather like that of a scholar.
However, considering that this ghost had a variety of voices and any sound could come out of his throat, Qi Gu didn't think his real voice was so strange.
If you think about it carefully, if Zeng Qinghuan were born in modern times, he could definitely find a job in the dubbing circle, and he could even sing a theatrical voice or something, and he could also take on all the theme songs.
"Yeah." Qi Gu agreed lightly and turned to walk out of the rockery.
There is only one path through the rockery, so there is no possibility of getting lost. The man and the ghost quickly followed the path to the exit of the rockery.
Hearing the footsteps, Mu Xingchen excitedly raised the camera equipment: "Master is back!"
Lin Hanzhi said: "He has always been powerful."
[Translation of what Queen Brother meant: My husband is awesome]
【Hahahahaha I am dying of laughter】
[The Queen's tone is very similar to that of my husband who was a civil servant...]
【There is a picture】
[I don't know what the general's wife looks like, but she should be a gentle person, right? After all, she can sing such a tender and touching opera tune.
[Didn’t Gugu say that she also marched and fought in battles? She seems to be a heroic girl.]
[I suspect that she has some hidden illness, maybe some health problems, otherwise how could Mo Zhou, who doesn't care about feudal ethics, not let her leave the mansion and only let her live in the small garden]
Just as the audience on the barrage were speculating, a beam of orange-yellow light shone from the inside out. Qi Gu was the first to walk out of the rockery, exchanged a glance with Lin Hanzhi, and then made way for Zeng Qinghuan behind him to pass.
When Zeng Qinghuan, who was several centimeters taller than Qi Gu, appeared, the screen was full of question marks, covering the screen completely.
[Hello handsome guy, who are you? 】
[How come my beautiful opera singer turned into a man? ? ? 】
[This second instantly killed all the generals in TV dramas. How should I put it? He looks quite gentle, but he has the kind of decisive and murderous aura that only those who march and fight have. There is something sharp in his eyes, which cannot be acted out.]
[So this is Mo Zhou, or is Zeng Qinghuan originally a man? 】
[Jianqiu, my head hurts so much]
Considering that Zeng Qinghuan had been trapped for who knows how many years, he probably didn't know that modern society is changing with each passing day and developing rapidly. Qi Gu took the initiative to point at the camera and explained: "This is a camera for live broadcasting. Once it is turned on, it can transmit our images here in real time to people thousands of miles away. There are about seven million people watching our live broadcast room now."
Hearing the number of seven million people, Zeng Qinghuan, who was used to big scenes, couldn't help but open his eyes wide, and was surprised: "What dynasty is this now? There are such magical tools, and so many people can have leisure time at night..."
Qi Gu briefly recounted the historical time and changes of dynasties after Zeng Qinghuan, and finally talked about "anti-imperialism and anti-feudalism", as well as the new era without slaves.
Zeng Qinghuan was moved by what he heard, her face was dull and she was completely stunned for a moment.
[Well, anyway, it’s much better now than before.]
[People who live in troubled times want peace and prosperity for their country and people.]
[There are no slaves in the new era, but there are cattle and horses ()]
[And they are the ones who bring their own coffee to work]
[You upstairs, I am so touched by you! 】
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Today's capital has changed beyond all recognition. No one knows that a thousand years ago, the capital was dotted with countless scenes of children playing and frolicking.
Zeng Qinghuan was not born into a slavery. His father was once a minor official with clean hands at the foot of the imperial city. The mansion of this minor official was a neighbor of the Mozhou family's mansion. When the adults went to court, the children would huddle together like bean buns and go out to play.
The two children were only seven or eight years old, at the age of being naughty. When they ran, even the wet nurse could not catch up with them. They were always in a mess.
They played with cats and dogs, and every street in the capital was once filled with their laughter.
Zeng Qinghuan and Mo Zhou grew up together in this way, and those were the most carefree three years of their lives.
When he was ten years old, Mo Zhou was sent to the military camp by his father to learn martial arts, and Zeng Qinghuan asked his father to go with him.
In the military camp, they knew that various forces were eyeing the country covetously, and that the country's survival was at stake.
In the north of this territory, soldiers die in war every day.
But for them, that is still just talk, an unimaginable picture. Although the two of them tried hard to learn those moves, they were still young and had no idea what the battlefield meant.
It was not until the Northern Frontier Army won a tragic victory that they returned to the capital.
That day, they saw some soldiers limping among the marching troops, some with their arms in slings, and some with half a piece of flesh on their cheeks cut off, but they were still grinning with their yellow teeth bared, celebrating this hard-earned victory.
What shocked the two men the most was that a gust of wind blew up the loose trouser leg of a soldier in front of them, revealing a piece of wood underneath...It turned out that the soldier had lost a leg that could move freely in the battle.
There were also soldiers being carried in the team. They were screaming and groaning in pain, and the sound could penetrate people's hearts.
Their master always said that the battlefield was cruel, but Mo Zhou and Zeng Qinghuan were not really moved by it until this day and this moment.
Mo Zhou looked at the mighty general riding on a tall horse at the front of the team, and then made up his mind and said slowly: "I want to be a great general who can bring countless victories to the people, so that those border tribes will never dare to invade again!"
Zeng Qinghuan looked at him and said, "I feel the same way."
"Then we can be generals together, each guarding one side..." Mo Zhou said, and felt something was wrong, "But if this is the case, then we won't be able to meet in the future."
"Then... shall we choose a place closer to guard?" Zeng Qinghuan said.
The two children discussed with each other and planned their future clearly, and even decided on their own titles.
The adults on the side naturally didn't take it seriously. They just thought it was just children's talk. Once the wind blows, maybe tomorrow... maybe there won't be a tomorrow at all, and the children will forget about it along with the food during dinner.
But Mo Zhou and Zeng Qinghuan were serious.
After that, they took the classes in the military camp more and more seriously. When they were not in class, they would get together to discuss moves, or study military books, discuss with each other, draw each other's forces on the sand with wooden sticks, and rehearse attack and defense. The odds of winning or losing are mostly fifty-fifty. Because of the two's enthusiasm and attitude for active learning, their teachers paid more attention to their teaching and would give them some special lessons to help them understand.
He could see that both children had great potential and might become generals in the future.
But only three months later, only one of the original two pieces remained.
Zeng Qinghuan's father was a minor official with no integrity. It happened to be the empress dowager's birthday, and all officials sent gifts to celebrate. However, this minor official had already used most of his salary to support orphans and children, so naturally he could not send a decent birthday gift.
In the end, he chose to paint a painting himself and send it together with a box of cakes from his hometown. However, the next day, Zeng's father was accused of disrespecting the empress dowager and was sentenced to death. His children and servants were enslaved and could be bought and sold.
The Queen Mother's birthday was a test by the Queen Mother and the Regent to test the officials' loyalty to them. Basically, a few colleagues spread the news among ten to a hundred, and most of them knew about it and had secretly discussed how to give gifts. However, my father, who never formed a clique and could not get along with those colleagues who were just sitting in their positions and doing nothing, naturally had no way of knowing the news.
Therefore, the small gift he sent became the target of public criticism and also became the best outlet for the empress dowager to consolidate her power and declare her authority to the officials.
Mo Zhou cried and begged his father for help, but the Mo family had been in decline for many years and had long lost their former glory. Moreover, the Queen Mother now made it clear that she wanted to make an example of the Zeng family. At this critical juncture, no one would, and no one dared, stand up for the Zeng family.
later.
Zeng Qinghuan, who was sent to the pawnshop, was chosen by the owner of a Peking Opera troupe because of her good figure and martial arts background. From then on, she practiced hard day and night, but what she practiced was no longer the swords, guns, sticks and clubs to kill the enemies, but the graceful posture and the melodious singing.
Mo Zhou often came secretly at night and lay on the wall to bring Zeng Qinghuan some food, clothes, money and medicine. All the pocket money he saved was spent here.
After the moon sets on the willow branches, Mo Zhou always brings a package full of things every time he comes. Zeng Qinghuan occasionally wonders if the Mo family still has anything? Was it emptied out by Mozhou a long time ago?
Once, Mo Zhou carefully handed him a military book. The usually carefree man looked at Zeng Qinghuan's face warily, worried that he would be angry.
Mo Zhou himself knew that given Zeng Qinghuan's current situation, it was impossible for him to join the army again.
But...what if?
Mo Zhou never once promised Zeng Qinghuan that he would rescue him. He knew that he did not have that ability now, so he never made promises easily.
Fortunately, Zeng Qinghuan was not angry or discouraged. He thanked Mo Zhou sincerely and said that he would definitely watch it when he had free time.
Friends as young as childhood know each other’s feelings without having to say anything. Zeng Qinghuan knew that Mo Zhou had no ill intentions.
Several years passed in the blink of an eye.
Governor Mo grew into a tall young man, and Zeng Qinghuan was equally handsome.
Mo Zhou said goodbye to Zeng Qinghuan and told him that he was about to go to Northern Xinjiang. Zeng Qinghuan said nothing, but after a while she said, "I have nothing else to do, so I will dress up and sing as a farewell gift for you."
That was the first time Mo Zhou saw Zeng Qinghuan wearing a Huadan dress, with powder on her face, eyebrows drawn, and her hair brushed. The rest of the opera house was stingy, but that headgear was truly worth a fortune. It was made by the troupe owner at great expense and was "borrowed" by Zeng Qinghuan.
The golden headpiece and countless gems sparkled in the moonlight, but Mo Zhou felt that the brightest thing was Zeng Qinghuan's pair of glass-like cat's eyes.
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