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Chapter 45 Moon Lake
Gou Yue frowned, "Who is your aunt? Did you admit the wrong person?"

The young man hurriedly asked, "Where did you learn these tricks?"

She said, "Just playing around, who knows where I saw it."

He hesitated, "Did a woman with a fluorite forehead ornament teach you this?"

Gou Yue said, "I've never seen it before."

His hands dropped, disappointed.

Gou Yue soon brought the little thief back and asked him to apologize to the person who lost his wallet, or else he would be tied to the government and punished.

She looked around and saw that Wen Yuanzhi was still in his original position.

Then he walked over and said, "How about it, have you finished the puppet show?"

Gou Yue sat next to him and took a sip of tea. The tea was already cold, and he didn't ask anyone to change it. "Why don't you say anything?"

Looking sideways, he was staring at her. Gou Yue stretched out her hand and shook it, "What are you thinking about?"

Unexpectedly, he grabbed her wrist, and there was cold sweat in his palm, which was damp and cold.

"Did you... meet anyone?" He looked closely at her.

Gou Yue said, "Why are your palms sweating? Where are you feeling uncomfortable?"

He said it was okay.

Gou Yue held his hand and said, "Shall we go back?"

He didn't react for a moment and let her lead him, "Where are you going?"

"Go home!" It seemed that the cold wind outside was so strong that it knocked him out of control.

The young man stood there for a long time, and no one knew why his eyes were red.

A man wearing a curtain hat on the overpass had a panoramic view of what had just happened. The attendant beside him said, "I don't know why the prince is here. That boy really failed to succeed and failed, and he disturbed the Lord's business."

He didn't care much and said, "It's not a hurry."

Turn around and walk towards the other side of the overpass.

He walked lightly and looked very happy.

"My lord, are you going back to the palace now?"

Modu walked a few steps and heard a woman playing the pipa and singing on the street.

A little old man walked around carrying a basin, begging people to give him some money.

"Listen to a little tune." He walked faster.

The attendant hurriedly followed, fearing that something had gone wrong with his master.

The woman sang a folk song from the Chu region, but she was playing a Nanyan pipa. At first glance, the music had a unique charm to it.

The attendant said, "The songs of Chu are so exciting no matter how many times I listen to them. They are not like the songs of Yan people, which make people weak in their bones and are full of melodious music."

Mo Du just listened. The song reminded him of Moon Lake.

Moon Lake is a place of love for men and women who live dozens of miles away from the royal court of Chu.

It is also silently poisonous.

Zaozhu was the daughter of an old friend of his mother, Concubine Yundana, and was born into a noble family.

When he was a child, he often went to live in his grandfather's tribe. He stayed there for ten and a half days and followed the boys in the tribe everywhere.

The first time Mo Du met Zaozhu, she was only seven years old. She was chubby and tanned from running horses with the boys in the sun. Of course he didn't like this little sister, but Zaozhu liked to get in front of him.

His mother asked him, "Do you want to promise Zaozhu to you and become Yunzhi (wife) in the future?"
He said no, she was so ugly.

Zaozhu cried as soon as he heard this, and was so angry that he rode the pony all day long and refused to return to the tribe for dinner no matter who asked.

He found her in the grass and saw her lying in the grass catching fireflies and ignoring him. Mo Du apologized to her and gave her his knife.

The knife was inlaid with the most beautiful turquoise, sparkling in the moonlight. From then on, the knife never left Zaozhu.

The next time I saw Zaozhu was when I returned to the tribe when I was 15 years old. It had been two years since I last returned to the royal court.

Modu took his concubine off the horse, said hello to his grandfather, and hurriedly went to play with the brothers.

The concubine asked him to go and salute his eldest mother first, so he had no choice but to suppress his desire to gallop and follow his mother.

Walking into the curtain, sitting in the middle was the old mother with wrinkled face and gray hair. When she saw Mo Du coming, she was naturally very happy and quickly asked the maid to make milk tea.

The woman's soft waist was half-bent in front of the table. She raised the tin pot with her slender white wrists. Milky white tea flowed out of the pot and poured into the boiling tea. She added a few pieces of salt and stirred gently. The pillar-like back of the neck is illuminated by the sunlight falling from the dome, making it even more charming than the half-shouldered Nanyan dancer on the painting.

Mo Du was stunned as to why he had never seen her before.

The mother smiled thoughtfully and asked him to come closer, "Why, you don't recognize her now. She just left for two years to go back to her father, and when she comes back, you don't recognize her anymore?"

Mo Du still couldn't remember that there was such a woman in his grandfather's tribe. She stood up and reached his shoulders. Her eyes were like crescent moons. "Brother Mo Du, don't you recognize me?"

Mo Du lowered his head and saw his knife inlaid with turquoise. "Zaozhu?"

"Huh, I just recognized it now."

After that, the two of them made an engagement under the Moon Lake, and he built a south bridge for her, meaning that if she stepped across it, the gods and ghosts he carried would protect her throughout her life, and she would become part of his soul.

The engagement was about to take place in two months, but the woman suddenly disappeared.

Mo Du felt very surprised. She obviously liked him so much. She said that if it was for him, she would be willing to be pierced by thousands of arrows.

Such a woman would abandon him and disappear.

His mother comforted him, there are always women who run away from marriage, and a girl in Dachu never falls in love with just one man. If she changes her mind, you should let her go and you can find happiness again.

If Zaozhu's escape from marriage only made Modu suspicious, then a year later his father's new concubine, Xiaofei Mapo, made Modu understand what hatred was.

The fleeing bride becomes her own mother.

Zaozhu became one of the women of King Chu.

She was a disgrace to him, and from that day on, he wanted to erase that disgrace.

At first, he imagined that the wedding did not exist, and that he and Zajuhara were strangers to each other.

But at the banquet, Concubine Mapo took the initiative to raise her wine glass in her hand and saluted him, saying that at a young age he was the best warrior in Chu, and from now on he would definitely become the king's right-hand man and dominate the world.

He was young and didn't know how to hide, so he spilled the drink and left on the spot.

The King of Chu was furious and sent troops to imprison the son. The other children could not get his forgiveness no matter how much they begged for mercy.

After Concubine Mapo gave birth to her young son, the relationship between the two became even more tense.

As we all know, the royal family of Dachu respects the youngest son, because among the gods in the south of Dachu, the legend of the power of the young god is the most popular.The king promised Concubine Nomapo not to marry other women. In this way, the young child Qinsuo became the most noble bloodline in Dachu.

Mapo also became the queen of Chu because of her son's wealth.

Dachu was defeated by Ruozhi and needed one of his sons as hostage. Among the four sons, Modu was the only one who had ever fought alongside his father and had fought for Dachu on the battlefield.

But such a child was ruthlessly abandoned at a critical moment and became a prisoner.

Ruozhi's insults to a country were all vented on Modu.

After being humiliated so many times, he wanted to kill himself with a sharp knife. Looking at Taran who was by his side, he looked into her stubborn eyes and had no choice but to give up the idea of ​​dying.

He has been lingering for so many years, and no one knows what supports him to stand up despite the open and covert attacks.

At first he thought it was because of his hatred for that woman. He hated her day and night and wanted to skin her and dismember her. By the third year, he had figured out a lot of things.

Dachu has been preparing for war again in recent years, and this year war just broke out on the border.

It was the right time for Mo Du to come back. No one would blame him. After all, no one expected him to come back alive, except his mother.

When they decided to go to war, Mo Du was already dead.

However, none of this will affect the loving father and son's filial piety at this moment.

Mo Du would not ask whether the soldiers chasing him around Tan Shui were from Zaozhu's brother or his father, because he understood that there was no difference.

Queen Mapo raised her glass again, just like that year.

Her eyes shone with golden light under the torch of the night, as shrewd as a fox.

She tilted her head slightly and said, "Maybe the eldest prince is still blaming your father, so he has not drank this glass of wine."

Mo Du frowned and looked at Wen Yuanzhi, who was drinking peacefully beside him.

Turning into a smile, he said, "Of course not. My son knew that his father wanted to avenge his shame, so he came back thousands of miles to help his father."

After that, he drank it all in one gulp without spilling a drop.

He drank too fast and laughed too happily, which actually made the courtiers in the royal court feel frightened.

Modu had already told the King of Chu about the origins of Wen Yuanzhi and Han Cheng, hiding their unnecessary identities and focusing on how many times they had saved his life.

King Chu looked at his son who had been tortured in Ruozhi but had no trace of hatred on his face, and for the first time he understood why his father named him Mo Du (Eagle Head).

When Wen Yuanzhi was called up, he bowed his hands and said in fluent Chu language that he was a businessman who traveled all over the country. Nanyan was light on business, so he planned to settle in Dachu.

Han Cheng was taking a knife to slice roasted mutton to eat, but the knife was so useless that she gave it up and took out the knife from her waist that Mo Du had given her some time ago.

The handle of the knife shines with silver, and the scabbard is inlaid with several round turquoise stones.

Mo Du was afraid that she would not use it smoothly, so he carefully polished the slightly angular gems.

"This knife is still useful." Han Cheng said to Wen Yuanzhi.

Wen Yuanzhi looked at the woman next to the King of Chu. She was charming, tall, and not timid at all. She was a beautiful Chu beauty.

"Give it to me and I'll cut it for you."

(End of this chapter)