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

"Imperial concubine?!" Mu Zhiming was stunned for a moment, supporting his sick body, struggling to get up and salute.

The three people in the wing all stretched out their hands and took half a step forward, trying to stop his movement.

The imperial concubine was the closest to Mu Zhiming, walked to the side of the bed in two steps, pressed Mu Zhiming's shoulder: "Are you still concerned about these etiquettes between you and me? Li Zhu, lie down quickly."

Mu Zhiming didn't insist any longer, and lay down obediently. The imperial concubine sat on the side of the bed and gently tucked the corner of the quilt for him.

Since the person who came was the imperial concubine, Gu Heyan couldn't be there, so he got up and left the room.

"Imperial concubine, why did you leave the palace?" Mu Zhiming asked puzzled.

"When Ji'an told me about you, I was impatient, so I went to ask the emperor, and the emperor allowed me to come out of the palace to have a look, but only for one day and I should not make it public." The imperial concubine replied.

Mu Zhiming smiled: "It is true that you should not make it public, otherwise, with the alluring appearance of the imperial concubine, I am afraid that it will attract thousands of people."

"You have such a mouth, you can talk since you were young." The imperial concubine stretched out her hand to pinch Mu Zhiming's cheek, and then said sadly: "Why are you so thin? After my brother and sister-in-law returned to Beijing, they saw you like this. It hurts."

Fu Ji'an said: "Fortunately, brother Mu's spirit is not bad."

Mu Zhiming smiled and said, "It's naturally good to have someone take care of you."

Fu Jian: "Huh? But I see that the general's mansion is frugal and has few servants, so it seems a bit overwhelmed."

Mu Zhiming: "Caring and caring, talk about the heart, no matter how much."

Fu Ji'an nodded: "That's true, but Brother Mu, you should go back to Mu Mansion as soon as possible. After all, Mu Mansion is convenient and comfortable. It's inconvenient for the general to stay here for a long time."

The imperial concubine turned her head, gave him a look of resentment, and shook her hands: "Okay, okay, Ji'an, stop talking."

Fu Ji'an was confused: "...Huh?"

The imperial concubine looked at Mu Zhiming and said with a smile: "Before I heard about the engagement, I was surprised if there was any reason for it, but now it seems that it is a match made by heaven?"

"En." Mu Zhiming smiled.

"That's good, I'm relieved." The imperial concubine bent her eyes, "I saw Yi'er before and asked how you were, but he actually said that everything was fine. Huh, you know how to fool me. Next time I see him, I must scold him well."

When Fu Yi was mentioned, Mu Zhiming's face changed slightly.

The change of the capital in the previous life is getting closer and closer, so should I remind the imperial concubine: Fu Yi's wolfish ambition to seize the imperial power at all costs.

Mu Zhiming called out solemnly: "Imperial concubine."

"Huh? What's the matter?" Seeing him suddenly serious, the imperial concubine didn't understand why.

Mu Zhiming: "If I say, King Su..."

At this moment, there was a knock on the door outside, which directly interrupted Mu Zhiming's words.

Fu Jian walked to the door and asked, "Who is it?"

The person standing outside the door said with a smile, "Jian, it's me."

One word made Mu Zhiming feel cold all over.

Fu Ji'an seemed delighted, and opened the door: "Brother Emperor, it's you."

Fu Yi walked into the wing room, closed the door, and said with a smile: "What? We grew up together, you can come and see Li Zhu, can't I? Is Li Zhu's health better?"

He stepped into the inner room just now, and when he saw the person sitting by the bed, his eyes trembled suddenly, and it took him a while to speak: "Why... you left the palace..."

Although Fu Ji'an felt that Fu Yi's address was inappropriate, he did not criticize him harshly: "Brother Emperor, my concubine mother wanted to visit her sick, so my father allowed her to go out of the palace quietly for a day."

"Yi'er, you also said that everything outside the palace is fine, take a look at Li Zhudu's illness." The imperial concubine pretended to be angry.

Fu Yi restrained his thoughts and said with a smile, "I don't want you to worry."

The imperial concubine was still displeased: "One or two of you, at least you are princes, you don't know how to help Xiaoli Zhu, just watch him being bullied!"

"Imperial concubine." Mu Zhiming said hastily, "If Ji'an hadn't impeached the head of the department in time, I'm afraid I would have to suffer."

Fu Ji'an said: "Thanks to the criminal evidence collected by the emperor's brother, otherwise Gou Ji's envoy had not entered the capital at that time, the father would not immediately pardon brother Mu, and ordered Huo Xin to be imprisoned in the prison."

Hearing this, Mu Zhiming frowned slightly.

The imperial concubine took the hands of the three of them one by one, and folded them in her palm. She sighed and said softly: "The imperial court is scheming and scheming, and the dark tide is turbulent. I hope that the three of you will live a good life. Be safe and happy, and support each other."

Fu Ji'an said bluntly, "Mother, don't worry."

Mu Zhiming looked up at Fu Yi, examining him.

Fu Yi still smiled, like a human skin mask that couldn't be torn off: "Okay."

Mu Zhiming: "..."

"By the way, Xiaoli Zhu, what did you want to tell me just now?" The imperial concubine was puzzled.

How could Mu Zhiming say it now, he smiled and said: "The sky is getting dark, the road is slippery in winter, the imperial concubine should return to the palace earlier."

"That's right, it's getting late." The imperial concubine stood up, put on the hood of the Sujin cloak, looked at Fu Yi and smiled and said, "Yi'er, you have not been here for a long time, let's talk to Li Zhu again." '

Fu Yi kept looking at her: "I listen to you."

After the imperial concubine and Fu Ji'an left, they saw a person standing under the sycamore tree outside the house, and his clothes were wet with light snow rustling.

That person was Gu Heyan.

Seeing the two people coming out, Gu Heyan clasped his fists in salute: "I have seen the imperial concubine, and I have seen His Highness the Xian Wang."

The imperial concubine hadn't seen Gu Heyan for many years, but now that she saw it, she felt that she was indeed a celestial being, handsome and elegant.

Well, it's really a good match with Xiaoli Zhu!

The more the imperial concubine looked at it, the happier she became: "Little General Gu, I will trouble you about leaving Zhu."

Gu Heyan: "Don't dare not worry."

The imperial concubine smiled, lowered her hood, and left with Fu Ji'an.

Gu Heyan turned his head to look at the wing room.

Now that the imperial concubine and the virtuous king have left, only Fu Yi and Mu Zhiming are left in the room...

In the side room, Fu Yi looked at Mu Zhiming, and asked with concern: "Li Zhu, how is your body? The cold scorpion poison you drank came from the miasma swamp in the southwest. It is extremely strange, so we must pay attention to it."

Facing Fu Yi, Mu Zhiming didn't want to lie down and talk to him, so he supported himself and sat up straight: "It is gradually recovering, thank you His Royal Highness Su for your concern."

Fu Yi smiled and said, "That's good."

"His Royal Highness King Su." Mu Zhiming said in a deep voice, "I have talked with Huo Xin, the person he puts in the Mu residence is a groom, and the groom is not allowed to enter or leave the study of the Mu residence."

Fu Yi's movements were slightly sluggish, and he returned to normal in a moment. His smile remained undiminished, as if he wasn't the one who explained to Mu Zhiming in grief: "You have always been careful."

Mu Zhiming paused every word: "In my life, I will never allow anyone to hurt my closest relatives and friends."

Fu Yi nodded and smiled slightly: "It's your way of doing things. By the way, Li Zhu, do you want to know how I died in my previous life?"

Mu Zhiming frowned and looked at him warily.

"I'll tell you when I have a chance, so I won't disturb your rest now." Fu Yi didn't want to stay for a long time, so he got up and left.

Mu Zhiming was speaking with force just now, when the people dispersed and the room became cold, he couldn't help lowering his head and coughing violently, his whole body curled up, his shoulders trembling.

There was the creaking sound of the door opening, Mu Zhiming covered his lips and forced a smile: "He..."

Before he finished speaking, he paused for a moment, because the person who came was not Gu Heyan, but Juanniang.

"Mr. Mu, why is he coughing so badly? Lie down and rest." Juanniang hurried over and helped him lie down, "Do you want some water?"

Mu Zhiming: "No, thank you."

"Then you have a good rest, you can hear us if you call us." Juanniang left, leaving him alone.

After Juanniang left, Mu Zhiming sighed lightly, thinking that he was really greedy, hoping that Gu Heyan would be with him all the time.

He closed his eyes to rest, did not sleep soundly, tossed and turned, woke up at night with chest tightness and coughing, and saw outside the window the first snow falling, a bright moon in the sky, and streamers of light all over the ground.

The view is a view, but it is too lonely and deserted.

Mu Zhiming opened his eyes and watched for a while, and suddenly heard the door knocking lightly, and a black shadow walked in lightly.

The black shadow silently touched the side of the bed, carefully lifted off the quilt at Mu Zhiming's feet, and then...

A warm soup lady was stuffed in.

Mu Zhiming: "..."

The black shadow tucked in the quilt, got up and walked outside the house.

Mu Zhiming said: "He Yan..."

The black shadow stopped.

Mu Zhiming smiled: "Although Mrs. Tang is nice, I will feel very cold."

Upon hearing this, Gu Heyan moved the charcoal brazier to the side of the bed.

Mu Zhiming: "It's still cold."

Gu Heyan placed the charcoal brazier in front of the bed.

"Cough cough." Mu Zhiming coughed twice, "There is ashes in the charcoal, so I'm choking."

Gu Heyan quickly moved the charcoal brazier back.

Mu Zhiming squinted his eyes and smiled badly, and said, "The charcoal brazier is far away and cold, but close to it is dusty, what should I do?"

The moonlight shone like frost, falling on Gu Heyan's helpless eyes.

Mu Zhiming said: "I thought of a good idea."

Gu Heyan: "What?"

Seeing him stepping into the trap step by step, so relaxed that it hardly took any effort, Mu Zhiming smiled complacently: "You hug me to sleep."

Gu Heyan: "..."

Mu Zhiming: "Oh my god, why is the cold wind so bitter and biting, it's so cold, it's so cold, my quilt is like a cellar of ice and snow."

Gu Heyan: "..."

He lowered his head and took off his chilly outer robe, and lay down next to Mu Zhiming wearing only his middle coat. He just lay down, and Mu Zhiming immediately shook off the quilt and wrapped him in.

There is warmth in the quilt, where can it be cold.

Gu Heyan: "...it's not cold on this couch."

Mu Zhiming succeeded, he didn't even bother to pretend, he was full of smiles: "It's really not cold."

Gu Heyan: "..." He hesitated for a moment, then reached out to wrap his arms around Mu Zhiming's shoulders, and pulled him into his arms.

Mu Zhiming felt extremely at ease, said good night, and prepared to close his eyes and fall asleep.

He just closed his eyes when he suddenly heard Gu Heyan ask: "What happened to you... and King Su...?"

Mu Zhiming: "???"

Damn, it's a beautiful day, you mention him? !

Mu Zhiming was angry, funny and puzzled: "Why did you mention His Highness King Su all of a sudden?"

Feeling some displeasure in Mu Zhiming's tone, Gu Heyan hesitated even more: "Just... just... forget it, it's nothing, go to sleep."

This makes Mu Zhiming how to sleep.

Mu Zhiming was silent for a moment, then suddenly said: "He Yan, you have memories from your previous life, don't you?"