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

Spring leaves dyed in spring, spring swallows are dumpling in spring mud, under the bodhi tree, Mu Zhiming pondered for a long time before he vaguely remembered something: "Before I was seriously ill, I seemed to have met a child who was older than me in this ancient temple."

Gu Heyan: "Yes."

"Is that child you?" Mu Zhiming asked.

Gu Heyan nodded.

"Ah?! I guessed it casually, but it's really so?" Mu Zhiming was surprised and delighted: "So this is the place we first met?"

Gu Heyan: "Yes."

Mu Zhiming looked around, his smile seemed to melt into the spring water and soaked in the spring clouds: "I will get to know the Dongfeng side in a leisurely way, I like this, let's come here often in the future."

Gu Heyan: "Okay."

Mu Zhiming sighed bitterly: "Hey, how could I forget such an important thing... cough cough..." Suddenly, a gust of cold wind came from nowhere, and Mu Zhiming couldn't help shivering , coughed.

Gu Heyan looked flustered and stepped forward.

After Mu Zhiming coughed twice, he tried his best to hold it back and stopped coughing: "I'm fine."

"Let's go back." Gu Heyan frowned.

Mu Zhiming smiled and said: "Okay, I will listen to you."

In April, it rains apricot blossoms when the clothes are wet, and the pickers come out of the pavilion.

Mu Zhiming begged Mrs. Gong to recognize Caiwei as her adoptive daughter and marry her as her elder sister. Mrs. Gong respected love and doted on him, and nodded in agreement.

Scholars in Tsing Yi also strive for success. They pass the Jinshi examination and become an official in the capital. The scenery is beautiful, and eight sedan chairs are carried to marry Caiwei.

On that day, Caiwei wore a bright red wedding dress and got on the sedan chair. Wen Heyin and Mu Zhiming saw her off. Wen Heyin directly grabbed Caiwei's sleeve and cried, "If that person bullies you, tell me, I beat him."

Mu Zhiming usually knows the etiquette, but at this time, the whole house can hear the sound of the crane.

I didn't understand, I thought these two people were here to snatch a marriage.

In May, Xiaohe just showed her sharp horns, and Fu Yi got engaged.

Xiangshi, the daughter of the commander of the Imperial Army, has been deeply in love with Fu Yi since she met Fu Yi in the street last time, and she will not marry unless he is the only one.

Xiang Rushan, the commander of the forbidden army, always regards his daughter as the apple of his eye, so he has no choice but to ask the emperor to marry him for his daughter.

Xiang Rushan is in charge of the five thousand imperial cavalry in the capital. He is quite powerful in the court and is a favorite of the emperor. Although Fu Yi is a prince, he is a prince who has no power after all. I am afraid that sometimes he is not as respectable as Xiang Rushan in front of the imperial court. Therefore, Xiang Rushan actually didn't want her daughter to marry the unfavorable King Su, but Xiang Rushan was crying and making trouble, Xiang Rushan loved her daughter dearly, and everything was up to her.

On May [-]th, the emperor called Fu Yi into the palace to face the saint.

The day before entering the palace, Fu Yi drank the moonlight with the former oiran of Linbi Pavilion in the water pavilion attic of King Su's mansion.

The Huakui girl knelt down to salute, and said with tears: "His Royal Highness Su, you are going to get married soon. I am afraid that I will not be able to accompany you again after I die. I beg His Royal Highness Su to remember the love of these years and find a way for my concubine. a way out."

Fu Yi sighed: "Come here, have another drink with me."

Hua Kui nodded, sat beside Fu Yi, and drank with him.

But not long after she drank the wine, she suddenly felt unbearable cramps in her stomach, and then spit out a big mouthful of dirty blood.

Hua Kui grabbed Fu Yi's sleeve in disbelief, crying and shouting intermittently: "His Royal Highness, Your Highness... no, no, Yier, Yier, why..."

After that, she lost her breath and died with regret.

Fu Yi calmly reached out to close her eyes, and murmured: "Because the matter between me and you must never be known to others, and only the dead can't speak, so people can be at ease."

He withdrew his hand, looked at her tragic death, and shook his head: "In the end, it's just that the appearance is somewhat similar..."

Then Fu Yi summoned the most reliable dead waiter around him, and asked him to dispose of the oiran's body and everything she left behind without revealing any traces.

The next day, Fu Yi entered the palace, the emperor told him about the marriage, Fu Yi saluted and thanked him.

Coming out of Xuande Hall, Fu Yi went to Fengyi Palace.

Fengyi Palace, it’s only early summer, it’s hot and stuffy, the imperial concubine is sitting on the soft couch in the outer hall, eating sour plum preserves and reading ancient travel books, when she suddenly heard someone say: “Sour plums should not be eaten too much, it will make your stomach feel uncomfortable .”

"Huh?" The imperial concubine looked up, saw the person coming, and said with a smile: "Oh, you are here, Yi'er, I didn't eat too much of this sour plum, so I ate some, Xiaoyan, quickly move a stool~"

Fu Yi: "I won't sit down anymore, I'll leave after talking to you a few words."

The imperial concubine was confused: "Why are you in such a hurry?"

Fu Yi stared at her and said slowly, "I'm getting married."