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

Hearing the sound of coughing, Wen Heyin rushed to Mu Zhiming's eyes, patted him on the back, and asked in a panic: "Master, what's wrong with you? Didn't you say that your illness is cured? Why are you still coughing?"

Mu Zhiming waved his hand: "Ahem, I coughed twice because of the cold wind, it's fine."

Wen Heyin said: "Let's go back, I heard that Doctor Xia is in the General's Mansion today, please trouble him to give you the pulse."

Mu Zhiming smiled and nodded: "Okay."

When the two returned to the General's Mansion, they saw Pei Hantang in a scarlet martial robe looking at the door from a distance. When he saw the two approaching, he smiled and walked forward, cupping his fists and saluting: "I've seen Lord Marquis."

Mu Zhiming replied: "Your Excellency, you are very polite."

Wen Heyin: "Why are you here?"

Pei Hantang hugged Wen Heyin's shoulders, winked and smiled and said, "Let's go, go to the West Market with my brother to patrol the streets, don't you like the stove biscuits most in the streets? My brother will buy them for you, and there are more, I heard There is a new restaurant opened there, the food tastes good, let's try it."

"No." Wen Heyin shrugged and shook off Pei Hantang's hand, "The young master is ill, I have to accompany him."

"Master Hou is sick?" Pei Hantang looked at Mu Zhiming.

"No, I just coughed twice, I'm fine." Mu Zhiming said with a smile, "Ayin, you and Mr. Pei can go and leave me alone."

Wen Heyin: "But..."

Mu Zhiming borrowed a step: "Ayin, come."

Wen Heyin leaned over, and Mu Zhiming asked in his ear, "Does Mr. Pei always drag you to patrol the streets?"

Wen Heyin: "Yes."

Mu Zhiming: "How many days have you been patrolling the streets with him?"

Wen Heyin: "Counting today, it will be 31 days."

Mu Zhiming rolled his eyes: "That's a whole month's time. As the saying goes, you get what you sow, A Yin, you..."

"I have to ask him for a salary!"

Wen Heyin tilted her head and thought: "That's right! I'll go right away..."

"Wait." Mu Zhiming stopped Wen Heyin, "Didn't Mr. Pei just say that he wanted to treat you to dinner? Then you have to wait until the meal is over before asking. If you don't eat for nothing, don't you?"

Wen Heyin: "Master, you are right!"

As he said that, he was valiant and high-spirited, and went to patrol the streets with Pei Hantang with the momentum of collecting debts.

Wen Heyin had already walked to the streets of the West Market, only then did he realize that something was wrong.

Wait, didn't he have to accompany the young master to find Doctor Xia? !

Mu Zhiming went back to the General's Mansion by himself, and went to the West Wing Courtyard to find Xia Wu.

Dr. Xia was tossing his pile of herbs, pounding here and there, when he saw Mu Zhiming coming, he hurriedly saluted: "I have seen Lord Hou."

"Doctor Xia." Mu Zhiming asked, "Wait, but are you going to Luodu Camp?"

Xia Tian Wu nodded: "Exactly."

Mu Zhiming smiled and said, "Say hello to General Gu for me."

Now there is no war in Taiping. Thirty thousand soldiers of the Melting Flame Army are stationed in the Luodu camp in the north of the capital, assisting the imperial army to take care of the peace of the imperial city. As the commander, Gu Heyan will go to the Luodu camp every half a month.

Xia Tian Wuzuo: "Definitely."

Mu Zhiming said again: "Doctor Xia, recently I have been feeling tightness in my chest, discomfort in my throat, and occasional cough. I wonder if Doctor Xia can help me diagnose my pulse?"

Xia Tian was startled: "Master Hou, please sit down."

"Please trouble the doctor." Mu Zhiming sat down at the table, and stretched out his hand to let Xia Tian feel his pulse.

Xia Tian held Mu Zhiming's pulse with his fingertips, stroked his mustache, pondered for a while, and said hesitantly, "Strange..."

Mu Zhiming asked nervously: "What's wrong?"

Xia Tianwu: "At the first press, I felt that Master Hou's pulse was a little floating, but when I pressed again carefully, the floating pulse disappeared, and the pulse became stable. Did Master Hou suffer from any serious illnesses before?"

Mu Zhiming: "I had lung disease when I was eight years old."

Xia Wu: "So that's the reason. The floating pulse may be the reason. Now that spring is coming, all kinds of herbs sprout, and all kinds of diseases recur. I'll prescribe a prescription for Lord Hou. Lord Hou will decoct the medicine into soup and take it every day. It should feel a lot more comfortable.”

Mu Zhiming breathed a sigh of relief.

He was worried that the cold scorpion poison was at work, so he persuaded Wen Heyin to go to see Dr. Xia alone, just in case something happened that made Wen Heyin worry, but luckily nothing serious happened.

Mu Zhiming said: "Thank you, Dr. Xia, and please don't tell General Gu about this. He Yan has military affairs, and he is already worried about it all the time. I don't want him to worry more because of my minor illness."

Doctor Xia nodded after hesitating: "Okay."

Five days later, Mu Zhiming first went to the new mansion to deal with the repairs, then went to Yan Guogong's mansion to greet Mu Boren and Gong Shi, and finally returned to the General's mansion.

Recently, a thief and a thief appeared in the capital, Wen Heyin went to help Pei Hantang catch the thief, but did not follow Mu Zhiming.

Mu Zhiming didn't want to find others to follow, so he ran around alone. After he returned to the general's mansion, he had a light dinner, lit a candle, and sat in front of the window to read and write.

When the moon was on the tip of willows, Aunt Liang knocked on the door and came in, holding a wooden tray with a bowl of decoction in her hand: "Young Master Mu, it's time to drink the medicine."

"Thank you, Aunt Liang." Mu Zhiming took the bitter soup and drank it while it was hot.

Aunt Liang put away the empty bowl, glanced at the table, couldn't help laughing and said: "Master Mu, the young master should be returning home tomorrow, don't think about it, go to rest early."

"Huh?" Mu Zhiming denied, "I didn't think much about it, Aunt Liang was joking."

Aunt Liang didn't say much, she smiled and left the room with an empty bowl.

Mu Zhiming looked down, covered his face with his forehead for a moment, blushed and hurriedly folded the paper with "Short Lovesickness Xi Wuji" and Gu Heyan's name on it, put it in the book, and put the book away.

After doing all this, Mu Zhiming calmed down, looked out of the window, saw a round of flying mirror flying in the sky, and thought for no reason that Su'e must be alone in Guanghan for thousands of years.

Mu Zhiming admired the moon for a while, then said with a smile: "Forget it, you should go to bed early."

He yawned, sleeping confidently in the house where Gu Heyan grew up, sleeping on his bed and using his old mattress.

Even so, Mu Zhiming couldn't sleep well, he felt chest tightness and even a little pain, tossing and turning, inexplicably disturbed.

At midnight, there was a creaking, inaudible sound of opening the door, and someone came in lightly, walked to the bed, took off the coat that was stained with dust and cold wind, carefully lifted the quilt, and lay on the bedside. Ming side.

Mu Zhiming smiled and reached out to hug him.

Gu Heyan: "...Did I wake you up?"

"No." Mu Zhiming said, "I can't sleep well without you by my side."

Gu Heyan: "...Really?"

Mu Zhiming: "Fake."

Gu Heyan: "..."

Mu Zhiming smiled brightly: "I'm not only restless, I can't sleep at all." As he spoke, he leaned over to kiss Gu Heyan through the hazy moonlight, his lips and teeth intertwined, and they couldn't help kissing, Gu He The scorching palms rubbed and walked on Mu Zhiming's body, rubbing and pinching Mu Zhiming's throat so that murmurs overflowed, and then Gu Heyan brought the two of them together.

Mu Zhiming panted: "It's just like that?"

Gu Heyan: "You are sick."

"Ah..." Mu Zhiming: "Doctor Xia told you?"

Gu Heyan: "Just tell me when I have to go back home."

"So you rushed back overnight?" Mu Zhiming said with a smile, "I'm fine, I just coughed twice, and I've been taking medicine for a few days, and I'm already fine."

Gu Heyan: "Yes."

As he spoke, he began to rub his hands up and down.

Mu Zhiming held back his lust: "It's really okay, it doesn't have to be just that, if you want...uh..."

Before he finished speaking, Gu Heyan suddenly rubbed his extremely sensitive front end hard, forcing Mu Zhiming to gasp.

After that, Gu Heyan rubbed Mu Zhiming's body a few times, curled up and trembled slightly, unable to say anything.

After finishing, Gu Heyan wiped off the two of them with a clean towel, and lay down with his arms around Mu Zhiming.

Mu Zhiming leaned against him comfortably, thought of something, and said, "By the way, I heard that your father and mother were buried in Chu Shishan?"

Gu Heyan: "Yes, my mother worshiped the Buddha. After she died, my father buried her next to the ancient temple in Chu Shishan. After my father passed away, the bones were buried with my mother."

Mu Zhiming: "I used to go to that ancient temple with my parents when I was a child, but now I know that my family's grave is there."

Gu Heyan didn't know what to think of, his eyes trembled slightly, and he said after a while: "Why do you ask this all of a sudden?"

Mu Zhiming: "Tomorrow is Qingming. My father and mother just came back from Fujian not long ago, so there is no need to worship the ancestors. I have two days to spare, so I thought, why don't we go to worship the family father together?"

"Okay." Gu Heyan nodded.

Mu Zhiming: "He Yan, you..."

He hesitated.

Knowing that Gu Heyan has past life memories, Mu Zhiming often thinks of many years ago, when heavy snow fell and the mourning hall was bleak, the 16-year-old Gu Heyan knelt in front of the coffin with tears in his eyes, saying his farewell to his father.

It turned out that when Gu Heyan watched Gu Miao go to the battlefield, he knew that it was a farewell, and that it was the last time he and his father would see each other.

The battlefield is ruthless, if you dodge a knife, there will be another knife, and if you lose a battle, thousands of people will cry and die. This cannot be changed with a few reminders from Gu Heyan.

Feeling helpless and reluctant to give up, all Gu Heyan could do was to send his father away.

But Gu Miao is Gu Heyan's last relative in this world!

When he asked Gu Miao what regrets he had, how painful and mournful it must have been.

Whenever he thinks of this, Mu Zhiming feels distressed.

"What's wrong?" Seeing Mu Zhiming's half-spoken words, Gu Heyan was puzzled.

"It's nothing." Mu Zhiming didn't want to remind him of his sadness, so he changed the subject, "In March in Yangchun, the peach blossoms on the mountain will be in full bloom. After the worship, we can still go to burn incense, go for a walk or something."

"Okay." Gu Heyan responded, "Go to sleep."

The next day, the two rode side by side and galloped for half a day to the foot of Chu Shishan Mountain. They took the horse to a tea shed and sent some broken silver trays to the tea brother to take care of them. forward.

The two visited the tomb to pay respects, respectfully offered incense and kowtowed, and then left for the ancient temple.

The mountains are quiet, the bells of ancient temples are ringing, and Zen meditation.

Mu Zhiming met the abbot he used to see when he was young in the main hall, and then went to look for Gu Heyan. The temple was so huge, Mu Zhiming searched and searched, and finally found him under a century-old bodhi tree.

Gu Heyan stood there, the shadows of the trees were mottled, the wind blew up the leaves, light and darkness fell on his shoulders, Gu Heyan didn't know what he was thinking, and he was so focused that Mu Zhiming approached him before he realized that he was coming.

"What are you thinking about?" Mu Zhiming asked with a smile, "So serious."

Gu Heyan came back to his senses, looked at Mu Zhiming, and replied slowly.

"you."