The Rebirth Of The General Who Always Sees Himself As A Replacement

"What?" Hearing Mu Zhiming's words, Huo Xin's eyes flashed with astonishment, and he quickly hid his astonishment, pretending to be calm, "Do you think so?"

Mu Zhiming said with a smile: "This is really strange. Just now Master Huo was full of righteous indignation and accused me of various crimes, as if he was afraid that I would argue. Why are you so surprised now that I admit it?"

Huoxing's eyes were as sharp as a blade, and he snorted coldly: "I have heard that Mr. Mu is glib. Today I have seen it. It seems that my prison is too comfortable, so Mr. Mu still has the mood to put on airs. Mr. Mu, what I just said Are you serious about those crimes?"

Mu Zhiming's lungs hurt, he bowed his head and coughed a few times, raised his head, and smiled reluctantly: "Even if I don't admit it, Master Huo has some tricks to force me to admit it? I can't stand Bi Ansi's words." Punishment, I don’t intend to ask for trouble, of course I admit it.”

Huoxing: "Forcing? Master Mu, don't beat me up. Your crimes are well-founded. Why do you force me?"

"Master Huo knows better than anyone else whether I have colluded with the enemy and treasoned the country." Mu Zhiming's smile subsided, and his tone became cold, "I'm just ashamed. Assassinating the mission is undoubtedly rekindling the dispute between the two countries. After all, Fu Qi is the crown prince, the future emperor, who could be so ruthless, personally pushing the people on the frontier into a pit of fire, and treating the lives of soldiers as worthless..."

Before he finished speaking, Huo Xin suddenly stretched out his hand, biting like a poisonous snake, and grabbed Mu Zhiming's jaw viciously, with such force that it almost crushed his bones.

Huo Xin said sharply, "How dare you criticize the prince."

Mu Zhiming groaned in pain, unable to speak because of the pain.

Huoxing withdrew his hand and said sarcastically, "Negotiating a peace before the war is as difficult as climbing the sky. How can you make others believe you just by saying?"

Mu Zhiming struggled to lift his hands that were bound by iron chains, gently rubbed the sides of his cheeks that seemed to be cracked, and said after a while: "Yes, Mr. Huo must think that now that all the missions are dead, who can prove that I succeeded in negotiating."

"But..." Mu Zhiming twitched the corners of his mouth, with a half-smile, "Is there really no one?"

Huoxing: "If you want to rely on your little guard, you don't have to. He speaks lightly, and no one will believe his words. You still hope that he will not show his head, otherwise the disaster of killing him will be inevitable."

"Yes, yes." Mu Zhiming leaned back, leaning his head against the cold wall, and said with a smile, "Master Huo, you are right."

Huo Xin frowned. He had been in office for many years, and he had never seen a person like Mu Zhiming who was still calm in the prison of Bi An Division.

Is he putting on a show?

Huo Xin was uneasy, but then he thought about it, now that the Empress Mu's biggest backer, the noble concubine, has been in the cold palace, there is nothing to worry about.

Huo Xin didn't talk to Mu Zhiming any more, he left the prison and came to the main hall of the Juan Division, and called his subordinates: "Go and write down Mu Zhiming's crimes as a statement, and ask him to press his fingerprints, and I will report it to the emperor immediately, so as not to have long nights and dreams. "

His subordinates had to carry out the order, Huoxing breathed heavily, and just about to drink the cold tea on the case table, a subordinate came outside to report: "My lord, the virtuous king seeks an audience."

"Sage King?" Huo Xin sneered, "Rare guest, rare guest, please hurry up."

Huo Xin put down his teacup, he was still suspicious because of Mu Zhiming's calmness just now, now that the virtuous king came to plead, it made him feel more at ease.

But soon, Huoxing couldn't laugh anymore.

Fu Ji'an, who was dressed in a black python robe, stepped into the inner hall of the Bi An Division. When he looked up, he saw the Bi An painted with cinnabar on the front wall, blood-colored and black, majestic and majestic. Inspiring respect."

Huoxing got up and saluted with fists in his hands: "I have seen His Royal Highness."

"You don't need to be too polite." Fu Jian and Huo Xin sat down opposite each other at the desk.

Fu Ji'an put a wooden box on the table and said, "Today, I'm here to give Master Huo a gift."

"Gifts?" Huo Xin looked at Fu Jian, feeling very funny.

Mu Zhiming's imprisonment, to put it bluntly, is the evil result of the prince's virtuous king's faction.

The virtuous king wouldn't really think that a little favor could fool him into betraying the prince and letting him go.

"Lord Huo, open it and have a look." Fu Ji'an said.

He sat upright in front of the desk, with his back as straight as a bamboo, his eyes calm, and he was no longer that reckless seventh prince.

Over the years, he has learned to love the people like his son, work hard to govern, and be strict with himself.

In the eyes of others, he is a benevolent prince.

The same goes for Huoxing, so he never expected that what was in the wooden box was...

Half a human little finger.

The severed finger was still bleeding, it seemed that it had just been cut off.

Huoxing had experienced so much, so he wouldn't be frightened by the severed finger, but he was still shocked.

Fu Ji'an said calmly: "This is the finger of the son of the Yuan family."

Huoxing was shocked: "What!?"

Fu Ji'an: "I originally wanted to send it to the Yuan Mansion, but after thinking about it, Yuan's wife, Mrs. Huo, seemed not in good spirits and couldn't bear the shock, so I sent it to Mr. Huo."

Huoxing was furious: "It's too much to deceive people."

Fu Ji'an said: "Lord Huo, I know that the prince promised you to rescue the son of the Yuan family, but Dali Temple is still under my management for the time being, and I also understand that Master Huo has been strong for many years and will not betray the prince just because of this threat. Why don't we all retreat?" One step, if you don't hand over the evidence of Mu Zhiming's collusion with the enemy and treason to the emperor, I won't hurt the son of the Yuan family, how about it?"

Huoxing stretched out his hand, and slowly closed the lid of the wooden box. After a while, he nodded in compromise.

Fu Jian stood up and left calmly.

In this turbulent current, if the virtuous king wants to fight the prince, benevolence and righteousness alone will not do.

So at the age of six, Fu Ji'an, who discovered that Fu Qi was about to push himself into the lake to drown, has learned over the years that before upholding justice, it is inevitable to do unrighteous things.

Huoxing reported the matter to Prince Fu Qi, Fu Qi was surprised and sneered: "It's just a dying struggle, okay, then I will rescue the son of the Yuan family from prison for you, and then you immediately go to the imperial court to convict Mu Zhiming, this time , I want Fu Ji'an and the Mu clan to never recover again."

Although Fu Qi was already making plans, how could Fu Ji'an not guard against him.

Just going back and forth like this, half a month has passed.

In early winter, when the vermilion palace walls seemed to be covered with snow, and the green bamboos turned into qiongzhi, the emperor favored two court ladies one after another.

One has beautiful eyebrows and eyes like a noble concubine, and the other has a lively temperament like a noble concubine.

On this day, in the simple and shabby cold palace, the imperial concubine was covered with a thick quilt, leaning on the narrow bamboo couch to rest in the morning.

She had a dream in a daze.

In the dream, Mu Qingwan was drinking and singing on the vast grassland, teaching the young Fu Ji'an, Fu Yi, and Mu Zhiming how to ride a horse. Seeing them fall into a ball, she burst out laughing.

When she woke up, she vaguely saw an attendant dressed in official uniform stirring up the charcoal fire for her in front of the bed.

The imperial concubine was puzzled, she was cast into the cold palace this time, and only her maid Xiaoyan was serving her, how could there be an eunuch.

The imperial concubine opened her eyes, she was quite awake: "Who are you?"

The man looked up.

It's Fu Yi.