[Rebirth] General waiting for my return

As night fell, a few more lights were lit in Ninghe Hall than usual.

Tan Muqiu stood alone in front of the case with a pen in his hand, adding a few strokes to the paper from time to time.

After a long time, voices came from outside the hall, the corners of Tan Muqiu's mouth slightly raised, but he didn't look up.

After a while, there was a knock on the door, and I didn't want to know who it was.There was no one else except Zhao Qingming who did not report to Jinning Hedian.

"Have you gone to Shang Mansion?" Tan Muqiu asked meaningfully.

Zhao Qingming approached the book case, stood behind Tan Muqiu, leaned over and leaned into the other's ear and asked, "I'm going to go to war soon, I'm very busy, how can I have time to go to Shangfu?"

Tan Muqiu smiled and didn't speak, continued to dip his pen in ink, and said, "Do you still keep the painting I gave you?"

Zhao Qingming sighed and said, "Put it in the Qin Mansion, and you set it on fire."

Tan Muqiu was taken aback when he heard the words, and then burst out laughing, then picked up a pen and wrote another song "Song of Mei" on the paper, and said, "I'll give you another one."

Zhao Qingming leaned on him, smiling dotingly, rubbing his chin on the other's neck from time to time, and asked casually, "Why did you think I went to the Shang Mansion just now?"

"It's nothing." Tan Muqiu put down his pen, put his hand on the opponent's hand on his waist, and said, "I thought you would want to take a look. I haven't seen you for so many years. I'm afraid you have forgotten what I look like." .”

Zhao Qingming's body froze, and he said after a while, "It's not that I haven't seen you for many years. I saw you that day on the tower in Guzhou...I will never forget that scene in my life."

On the battlefield, Zhao Qingming saw with his own eyes that Tan Muqiu was hit by an arrow and fell from the horse, and then was blown to a bloody mess.

"Mu Qiu." Zhao Qingming suddenly choked up, as if he had used a lot of strength to hug the other's hand, even so, he still felt that it was not enough, for fear that the soul in this body would disappear again.

Tan Muqiu thought of the scene that day, and suddenly felt a little sad.If I let myself witness what Zhao Qingming experienced with my own eyes... Qin Muqiu quickly dispelled the thoughts in his heart, rubbed his head against the other party, and said, "Then do you want to take another look at my original appearance?"

Zhao Qingming said: "It doesn't matter to me what you look like. As long as you are Tan Muqiu, even if you look like Hongfeng, I won't dislike you."

Tan Muqiu glared at the other party when he heard the words, and then said with a smile, "Since you want to see it, let's take a look, lest Wu Yun's hands are clumsy and he doesn't look like he's showing his flaws."

Nine Palaces.

The Ninth Prince, who has passed the age of [-], looks like a handsome young man, even though he is disabled.His looks are far from Li Jin's, one is as gentle as jade, the other as cold as ice.

"Brother Nine, this matter is of great importance, you should not decide on your own." One person stood in the hall with his hands behind his back, it was Ning'an King Li Jin, "If Li Yu was really poisoned to death by you, what kind of chaos will the court be in? do you know?"

The Ninth Prince said: "Zhao Shuo is a loyal person. If Li Yu dies, he will definitely take action to stabilize the situation in the central capital, and then welcome you into the palace and become emperor."

"We have been able to wait for so many years, why bother to rush at the last moment?" Li Jin said a little annoyed: "Fortunately, no one died, otherwise I really don't know how to clean up this mess."

The Ninth King was a little depressed when he heard the words, and immediately changed from a gentle and jade-like young master to a ruthless little rascal, saying: "Eleventh brother, you are too soft-hearted. If it wasn't for that kid who has been pushing you so hard all these years, Presumably you will never make a move in this life, won't the country of my Li family fall into the hands of outsiders forever?"

"Ninth brother." Li Jin said coldly: "You also know that this country belongs to the Li family, so we have to think twice every step we take. If we make a careless move and cause chaos in the world, what face will we have in the future? See Father?"

"I can't say no to you. I do everything wrong, and you do everything right. Even if you marry that kid into the harem in the future, you still have your reasons." The Ninth Prince said.

Li Jin heard that one head was bigger than two. After a long while, he sighed and said: "Don't be angry, give me the antidote, and I will give it to him personally when we meet again."

"Anyway, he won't die for a while." Ninth Prince muttered.

"Give it to me." Li Jin shouted.

The Ninth Prince reluctantly gave the antidote to Li Jin.

"Zhao Shuo's son has been with Yu'er since that year, right?" Li Jin said thoughtfully, "I remember that Yu'er was very distant from him before, why do you value him so much now?"

The Ninth Prince curled his lips, and said in a strange way: "One mouthful and one Yueer are very affectionate. Fortunately, he was not poisoned to death, otherwise you would have killed me."

Li Jin was puzzled, obviously he didn't hear the joke from the Ninth Prince.

The Ninth Prince said resentfully: "When he ascended the throne three years ago, Mr. Zhao became a general of the Yulin Army. You can't see him without looking up all day long. But you, Yu'er, are so cute. I'm afraid you want to distance yourself from him." It's all difficult."

Li Jin sighed softly, forced a smile, and said, "That's fine, after all, there is someone who is devoted to him. But... this Zhao Qingming seems to be with Mu..."

"But what?" Ninth Prince asked.

Li Jin frowned and said, "I hope I'm thinking too much."

The Ninth Prince shook his head when he heard the words, yawned and said, "I'm sleepy, I can't use crutches with my hands for the past two days, come and carry me to the bedroom."

Li Jin smiled wryly when he heard the words, but obediently obeyed.

Shangfu.

Wuyun took the portrait and repeatedly compared it with the person in front of him, wanting to confirm whether the two looked the same.

"Are you ready? Quickly take a mirror and take a picture for me. Let me see what my brother's old lover looks like?" Zhao Duanwu, who had changed his appearance, asked a little excitedly.

Wuyun put down the portrait, stared at Zhao Duanwu for a while, and said: "Although I have never met General Tan, I know that the other party must have an extraordinary bearing. Your bearing alone is already revealing."

"Hey, why don't you call yourself a poor monk?" Zhao Duanwu smiled, got up and walked to the bronze mirror, and saw Tan Muqiu's face from the mirror.

"How is it?" Wuyun looked at the human being in the mirror behind him and said, "How does General Tan compare to you?"

"Be a little bit stronger." Zhao Duanwu said, and then he couldn't help but look at the person in the mirror. Through the familiar eyebrows and eyes, he thought of the past with him when he was a child, and couldn't help saying: "He was a bad guy when he was young." Every time I bully him, he will sue my brother, which makes me often beaten by my brother."

As Zhao Duanwu said, he couldn't help stretching out his hand and twisted his face, then switched to the other side and twisted it again.Seeing this, Wuyun said, "If you don't feel relieved, I'll help you." After that, he made a gesture to pinch the opponent's face, but Zhao Duanwu grabbed it.

Both of them fell silent suddenly, and the atmosphere was a little delicate for a while.

"Master Wuyun." Tan Muqiu pushed the door and entered, followed by Zhao Qingming.The two looked at the scene in front of them, both a little inexplicable.

Wuyun hurriedly withdrew his hands, clasped his hands together and said, "Amitabha, the two benefactors should knock on the door first before coming in."

Zhao Duanwu froze his hands in mid-air for a long time, raised his head embarrassingly and scratched his head, not knowing what to say for a moment.

"It's very similar." Zhao Qingming said to Tan Muqiu beside him, "It's very similar to you, and it's also very similar to you now."

Tan Muqiu approached Zhao Duanwu upon hearing the words, looked at the face carefully, and understood what Zhao Qingming meant.After Wuyun changed Zhao Duanwu's appearance, his appearance was very similar to his original appearance, and his original appearance was also very similar to Li Yu's current appearance.

"If you don't compare them, I don't think so, but now it seems that they are [-]% similar." Tan Muqiu said.

"Eight points!" Zhao Duanwu said to Wu Yun: "Did you hear that, your skills are only eight points similar, didn't you say that you can pretend to be ten percent similar?"

Wuyun smiled, knowing that what Qin Muqiu said was referring to his own and Li Yu's looks, but he didn't say anything, so he allowed Zhao Duanwu to ridicule himself.

Zhao Qingming stepped forward and lifted one of Zhao Duanwu's arms, rolled up the sleeve, and said, "There is a birthmark here, don't forget it."

After finishing speaking, he went to the desk and drew the shape of a maple leaf on the paper, which was the same size and shape as the one on Tan Muqiu's arm.

"Remember to paint it in red." Zhao Qingming added.

Zhao Duanwu sighed when he heard the words, but couldn't help but look at Tan Muqiu. Seeing that the other party was always looking at Zhao Qingming with a faint smile on his face, he couldn't help but also smiled.

No wonder others say things like "I wish to win the heart of one's heart". It turns out that it is indeed a beautiful thing in the world to have a person of one heart.Zhao Duanwu suddenly felt a little envious of his elder brother. Although life and death had passed, his painstaking efforts paid off, and now he has someone who treats him wholeheartedly.

But I am also very old, I have never liked anyone since I was a child, and I don't know what it feels like to like others.Thinking of this, he sighed again, but when he turned his head, he happened to see Wuyun looking at him, and couldn't help but feel hot.

He hurriedly put his hands together and said to Wuyun: "Amitabha."

Tan Muqiu and Zhao Qingming glanced at each other, and they smiled meaningfully at each other.

On the way back to the palace, Tan Muqiu couldn't help asking: "When you see that me tonight, don't you have anything to say to him?"

Zhao Qingming stopped walking when he heard the words, and said in silence for a moment: "I want to say to him, I'm sorry, but I couldn't protect him well."

Tan Muqiu took the other person's hand, continued to walk forward, and then whispered in the other person's ear: "He asked me to tell you, go to the southwest this time, help me protect your own security, and he will forgive you."

"Okay." Zhao Qingming said.

The two looked at each other and smiled, and walked towards the night arm in arm.

The spring breeze blew across the entire Zhongdu with a hint of warmth.

On such a night, the cold finally turned and said goodbye, and spring came as promised.