There are stars in the sky and dim lights on the ground. This is an inn. It looks a bit cold from a distance. There are two young men sitting in front of the window, with a pot of wine and a few side dishes on the table, but no one touches the chopsticks and is silent.

Gu Qingci looked at Ma Zhibai, and felt a little desolate, inexplicably desolate. Ma Zhibai could no longer see the style of the past, his beard was sloppy, and he was so thin that he was unpredictable. His pupils were so sunken that they didn't look like a living person, nor did he have any energy.

After a while, Ma Zhibai picked up the wine pot, poured a glass of wine for Gu Qingci, and said with a wry smile: "Brother Gu, I have imagined countless times the scene of us drinking together, but I never expected that this would be the case. The wine is not sweet at all, very sour, and astringent!"

Gu Qingci did not raise his glass or move. He just looked at Ma Zhibai quietly and said, "I promised two drinks with Brother Ma. I also thought that I would meet again after a long time without getting drunk or staying in the wine shop to raise my glass to invite the bright moon, or to pay homage to the future, to the past, to the tomorrow. I never thought it would be so uncomfortable."

Ma Zhibai picked up the wine glass, drank it all, and said with a lonely expression: "I want to sigh that creation is messing with people. I want to sigh that people are in the world and cannot help themselves, but I really don't have the courage to say these two sentences."

Gu Qingci still didn't move, still as calm as water, and said, "This has nothing to do with courage or not. I think you are not qualified to say these two sentences."

"Brother Gu..." Ma Zhibai called out lightly, "I really don't want this, but I have no choice, I didn't expect it to cause you so annoyance. I'm sorry for you!"

"You are not me who is sorry for you," Gu Qingci said coldly, "What you are sorry for is the many iron-blooded men who died in front of you. They are all real heroes. What you are sorry for is the pride of scholars. It is better not to read the books of sages for so many years. What you are sorry for is the scholar who is like you. His name is Ma Shilian, and he will die in front of you!"

Ma Zhibai took a deep breath, slowly vomited it out, and said, "Brother Gu, I am not you, I have family, I..."

"Excuse," Gu Qingci said coldly: "Family, who doesn't have family members? Are there no ones in the thousands of people buried in the snow? What have you won for them? Ordinary pensions? They died in the battlefield, what should their families do? Are there so many people in your Ma family? Are there so many people in your Ma family? Are there so many people in your Ma family? If you don't become an official, can't you survive?"

Gu Qingci's voice became more and more serious. The waiter of the tavern raised his head blankly and wanted to say something. As soon as he was about to speak, he saw Gu Qingci throwing a ingot of silver and saying, "Little brother, I'll book this tavern tonight. You can close the door and close it!"

The waiter took the silver, nodded, pointed to the counter, and said, "Then, two young men, you have to drink and take it yourself. If there is anything, you can call me and I will be in the house."

When the waiter left, Gu Qingci looked at Ma Zhibai and said, "Do you know? Most of the people who died in Changling County temporarily entered the military camp. They did not have the imperial court, and they could not get too much pension. Their families lost the pillars of their families and did not get the support of the imperial court. How do they live? Moreover, if I am right, your Ma family has reported a lot of people to expand your contributions! What should you do with those families? Are your Ma family here to support them?"

Ma Zhibai took another sip of wine and said for a while: "I have tried my best to fight for them, but I really can't help it. If I deny those things, there are many people who will commit the crime of deceiving the king. The situation in my Ma family is also very difficult now. I have to consider it for them. Brother Gu, I really can't help it!"

"There's no way, hehe..." Gu Qingci sneered: "Do you know, I sent Ma Shilian's ashes home. Do you know what's going on in his family? The family is almost forced to death. They have no honors. They only have orphans and widows, and they can't live."

"I don't know what happened to your Ma family, but I know very well that with the power of your Ma family and the ability to send more than a dozen great practitioners to assassinate me, even if something happens to your Ma family, you won't be able to survive. It's just that there is no glory now. But do you know that your glory is based on the destruction of many families?"

Ma Zhibai slowly raised his head, looked at Gu Qingci, hesitated for a long time before speaking, "Brother Gu, I will ask you a question, you blame me for stealing your credit, which not only makes you fall into danger several times, but also makes you unable to escape from the officialdom from now on."

"Oh," Gu Qingci sighed and said, "It's impossible not to blame, but if it were just me, I shouldn't have made such a big fight."

Gu Qingci made everything clear and said it mercilessly, because in his heart, he still remembered Ma Zhibai, who was open and honest at the time. He knew Ma Zhibai was forced to do so.

This night, there was no drizzle, but it seemed so lonely. There was always a cold wind blowing and bleak, always revealing a hint of melancholy and a faint sadness. In that tavern, there was a young man in a blue shirt, who drank glass after cup.

I don’t know how long it took, but Gu Qingci suddenly picked up the wine glass and said, “I have drunk this glass of wine. From now on, we are passers-by. The next time we meet, we will live and die together!”

Ma Zhibai was trembling all over. Seeing Gu Qingci slowly lifting his wine glass, he suddenly shouted, "Brother Gu, wait!"

Gu Qingci stopped, looked at Ma Zhibai, and said coldly: "Brother Ma... This may be the last time I called you Brother Ma, what else do you have to say?"

Ma Zhibai slowly stood up, his face flushed, or after being drunk, he swayed and picked up the wine pot, walked forward two steps, and knelt in front of the window with a "thump", slowly picked up the wine pot and poured it out, drop by drop, flowing on the ground. He looked at the stars in the sky and slowly spoke: "I, Ma Zhibai, are sorry for so many heroes, and are sorry for so many comrades. This pot of wine is not a luxury for you to forgive, but I apologize!"

After saying that, Ma Zhibai stood up again, smiled at Gu Qingci, and said, "Brother Gu, in fact, I have been having a very uncomfortable time. Really, whenever I close my eyes, I feel that there are many people around me looking at me. They are covered in blood, and some are incomplete limbs. They are all asking me, asking me why I do this?"

"Occasionally, I will dream of you again. The situation in my dream is the same as today. You don't blame me for stealing your credit. You just blame me for not making a life for so many people. You blame me for reading sages in vain. You are a true gentleman, but I still hope you, hoping that you blame me for stealing your credit and breaking your credit with me, but you don't, you don't..."

Gu Qingci sighed and said, "Brother Ma, if it weren't for this incident, I would have been hidden in the world now. I just thought about being able to live a simple life, fame, wealth and power. I have already taken it lightly. What's the use of merit?"

Ma Zhibai smiled, laughing so happily, and his whole body seemed to relax. He slowly left outside the tavern and said slowly: "Brother Gu, I hope we have another chance to drink. Don't worry, I will give you an explanation and an explanation to the heroes who died on the battlefield!"

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Late at night, the streets gradually became less and less. On the streets of Chang'an City, there were two young women holding a handful of candied haws, talking and laughing, and preparing to leave. One was wearing a short skirt and the other was wearing a glass long skirt. Walking on the street, it always attracted the attention of many people. One was lively and cheerful, the other was quiet and dignified, one was wearing a long sword around her waist, and the other was embracing the long piano.

The atmosphere in Chang'an City is very open. There are many women with legs exposed, but few are comparable to the figure of this girl with a short skirt. There are also many ladies from a family, but no one can compare to the elegant woman with a glass long skirt. The two of them are even more eye-catching.

"Suyi, try this osmanthus cake," Mo Lanying took out a piece of osmanthus cake and handed it to Suyi, and said, "I'll tell you, I've been to Chang'an City for many days. My favorite is the osmanthus cake here, which is very sweet!"

Suyi smiled slightly, took a sip, nodded, and said, "It's quite sweet, but it's a bit of fragrance."

"Well, there are...oh..."

Mo Lanying said this, and the ordinary orange in her hand suddenly fell to the ground and rolled everywhere. She hurriedly squatted down and picked it up quickly. While picking it up, she said, "Suyi, Suyi, come and help me pick it up!"

Mo Lanying was wearing a short skirt, and when she squatted down, she showed a lot of different scenery. Her face turned red and she hurriedly stood up. Fortunately, there were not many people here.

At this moment, an old man carrying a lunch box passed by, put the lunch box on the ground, hunched over, picked up a few oranges, hugged his withered hands tightly, and walked to Mo Lanying a little bit, with a little kindness on his dark face, and handed the orange to Mo Lanying with a smile, and said, "Come on, girl, take your orange, come home quickly. This is the night, you two girls are not very good at every family!"

Mo Lanying took the orange and said with a smile: "Thank you, old man, we will go home soon. It's so late, why are you outside alone?"

The old man smiled and said, "My son is on duty, so I will send him some food, for fear that he will forget to eat when he is busy."

"Oh, that's it," Mo Lanying put the orange on and said, "That old man, please wait."

"Okay," the old man picked up his lunch box, waved his hand, and slowly walked into an alley next to him.

Mo Lanying looked at the old man's slowly disappearing back, staring blankly, Su Yi slowly walked over and sighed: "The atmosphere in Chang'an City is so good. It would be great if everyone in the world was so happy!"

Mo Lanying nodded, and an inexplicable smile suddenly appeared on her face. She pulled Qingyi to the side, placed the things on a stall on the side of the road, and whispered: "Let's go over and take a look."

"Ah?" Su Yi asked in confusion: "Where are you with that old man? Why are you with him?"
Chapter completed!