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

"Yi'er, are you getting married? When did it happen?" Hearing what Fu Yi said, the imperial concubine was surprised and delighted.

Fu Yi replied: "The emperor granted the marriage just now, and an edict will be issued soon."

"Really? That's great." The imperial concubine smiled happily, "Which girl is she? Is she gentle and virtuous or lively and cheerful? Oh, now that Xiaoli Zhu has found a sincere person, you also want to marry a wife Yes, it’s really a happy event.”

Fu Yi smiled, and the corner of his mouth curled up: "Yes, there are many happy events."

His tone was calm, but the word "happy event" happened, he gritted his teeth and said it very emphatically.

"Yi'er, what's the matter with you?" The imperial concubine was puzzled, "It seems that you are not happy, but you are not satisfied with the marriage that the emperor gave you. If you are not satisfied, I will go and tell the emperor..."

There was no one else around, Fu Yi interrupted the imperial concubine: "Mu Qingwan, if you live your life again, would you choose that day to avoid the emperor?"

The imperial concubine laughed and said: "What's wrong with you today? What you said is so strange. The past is a definite number. How can there be any reason to live a new life?"

Fu Yi said to himself: "If you had never met him, today you would be chasing the wind and eagles on the grassland, or playing the zither and reciting poems on the high mountains, without restraint, rather than never taking half a step out of this cold palace."

"Silly boy." The imperial concubine smiled softly, "If I don't come, how pitiful you are, I have to come and protect you."

Fu Yi clenched his hands down to his sides into fists, and slowly raised his head to look at her.

The imperial concubine grabbed a handful of candied plums and handed them to Fu Yi: "The first time I saw you, you were only five years old. You were obviously a prince, but you lived in the most remote part of the palace, and your hands were still full of frostbite. I just want to ask you, why don’t you burn charcoal fires for warmth on weekdays? You said that the charcoal was stolen by the court ladies and eunuchs. I heard it, and my heart ached to death. Hurry up and ask the emperor to let you and Sister Wu move to Fengyi Palace to be with me. Afterwards, Sister Wu died of illness, and you became more and more pitiful all alone."

In the past, everyone thought that the fifth prince was in bad luck and avoided him.

Only Mu Qingwan, on the second day after Wu Jieyu's death, smiled and said to him: "Don't be afraid, I will take care of you for sister Wu, you, just live in Fengyi Palace, you don't have to worry about anything. "

But today, she is smiling gently, with a smile that lasts forever: "Yi'er, if I can come back to my life again, I will not change anything, just because the spring breeze was warm that year, and the garden was full of jasper makeup. Three-year-old Ji'an's hand taught Li Zhu to catch the butterfly, and the three of them rushed towards me ecstatically, wanting to give me the white-winged butterfly. No matter how many times I live again, I want to experience this again thing."

Hearing this, Fu Yi turned his head and looked at the green silk sash fluttering in the wind outside the window, and said softly, "I see."

"Huh? What do you know?" The imperial concubine was puzzled, she asked with a smile, "Whose girl is so blessed, please tell me~"

Fu Yi only said: "I have to go."

After saying that, he turned and left, leaving the imperial concubine in a daze.

In June, the scenery is not the same as the four seasons, and Fu Yi gets married.

With the help of Xiang Rushan, Fu Yi gradually gained a foothold in the court.

Su Wang has been hiding his power for many years, but he has become a blockbuster if he doesn't speak. The emperor finally noticed this son who he usually didn't even look at.

Although Prince Fu Qi is no longer grounded, the emperor still does not allow him to interfere in the government affairs.

Fu Qi was so depressed that he beat his chest and cried to the queen: "Although I am a prince, what is the difference between me and the deposed prince now? There was a virtuous king before, and now there is a Su king. Am I really the eldest son of my father?"

The queen wept and tried her best to comfort her: "Qi'er, you have to learn to be patient. As long as you are still the crown prince, the throne will definitely be yours."

On a summer night, the moon and stars are rare, and the sound of scorpions is loud.

Gu Heyan returned to the General's Mansion from Luodu Camp, Wen Zhongcheng welcomed him into the mansion, and took over the reins of the red horse.

Gu Heyan asked, "Is he there?"

Wen Zhongcheng said: "Mr. Mu said early in the morning that he would go to the Hou's mansion to supervise the work, but he never came back after leaving the mansion."

"Hmm..." Gu Heyan responded, his tone hard to hide his disappointment.

The Hou's Mansion is about to be completed, and Mu Zhiming will go to take care of trivial matters tomorrow, because the Duke of Yan's Mansion is close to the Hou's Mansion, so if it is not early, Mu Zhiming will live in the Duke's Mansion of Yan.

Knowing that Mu Zhiming hadn't returned home, Gu Heyan was in no hurry to go back to the house, and reached out to grab the rein in Wen Zhongcheng's hand: "Give it to me, I will feed the horse myself."

"Master, just leave this kind of rough work to me, you go and rest." Wen Zhongcheng hurriedly dragged the red horse to the stable.

Gu Heyan didn't insist either, and walked towards the east wing.

Since no one was there, the house was naturally pitch black, and the surroundings were quiet, only the rustling of the leaves of the sycamore trees in summer wind reverberated.

The moonlight was like water, and the room was dark. Gu Heyan pushed open the door, walked to the table based on his feeling, picked up the fire and wanted to light a candle.

At this moment, he heard a very light breathing sound from three steps behind him.

Although the man tried his best to hold his breath and tiptoe towards him, but Gu Heyan is a martial artist with keen five senses, so how could he not notice it.

Gu Heyan frowned slightly, but he didn't startle the snake. When the person who came was only one step away from him, he turned around suddenly, and stretched out his hand with lightning speed to pinch the person behind him who wanted to sneak attack.

What Gu Heyan didn't expect was that this person obviously didn't know martial arts, and he didn't even have the simplest resistance, so he twisted his arms and pressed him firmly on the table.

"Hmm..." Mu Zhiming slammed his stomach against the edge of the table, groaned, resisted the pain, and teased: "General, I don't disagree, can you be gentle? Or, in fact, the general likes bullies to fight hard?" Bow? That’s fine too, who made me admire the general, what the general wants to do to me, he can do to me.”

Gu Heyan, who was still aggressive just now, was startled, let go of Mu Zhiming in a panic, took two steps back at a loss, stepped forward again, and said incoherently: "Are you hurt? I, I, I I don't know if it's you."

Hearing him stuttering, Mu Zhiming suppressed a smile and turned around, leaning his back on the table, rubbing his sore arm: "Of course you didn't know it was me."

Gu Heyan was annoyed: "Zhong Cheng said that you are not in the mansion."

Mu Zhiming smiled and said: "I told him not to tell you. I wanted to tease you when you came back. How do you know that stealing chickens is not a waste of money."

Gu Heyan lit the candle with the torch, and the candlelight illuminated the room, staring nervously at Mu Zhiming's arm.

"It's okay." Mu Zhiming shook his hands and smiled, "I'm a big man, what's the matter with bumping and bumping a few times, it's not made of porcelain, but you, rushing all the way back to the capital from Luodu Camp, sit down quickly Let's rest for a while."

With that said, Mu Zhiming went to get the porcelain pot on the table, wanting to pour a glass of water for Gu Heyan to drink.

He lifted the porcelain pot, but the water hadn't been poured yet, so he put it down silently.

Oh, my arm hurts so much I can't use my strength! ! !

In fact, just now, if it wasn't for Gu Heyan's discovery that the person behind him didn't know martial arts, he took a little bit of effort, or with the strength of his hands, he could directly twist and dislocate Mu Zhiming's arm as quickly as a knife cuts tofu.

Gu Heyan noticed something was wrong with Mu Zhiming, and asked in panic, "What's wrong?"

Mu Zhiming looked at Gu Heyan with some confusion about whether to laugh or cry, and grinned embarrassingly: "Blame me, I shouldn't have overestimated my strength and wanted to joke with you, my arm seems to be... um... it seems to be sprained, wait a minute, Hey!" Yan, where are you going?"

Gu Heyan rushed out of the room, and when he came back, he had a can of medicated oil for promoting blood circulation, removing blood stasis, reducing swelling and relieving pain in his hand.

"Then trouble the general to help me apply the medicine." Mu Zhiming smiled and unbuttoned his belt, half-opened his robe, his upper body was bare, and his shoulders were exposed.

His back is as white as jade, and because of his thin body, a pair of butterfly bones are very attractive. If you look closely, you can see red marks on the side of his neck and back that make people think, which shows that the two days ago People don't know how to be ashamed.

It's just that now Gu Heyan doesn't have any mind to think about other things. He was angry with himself, poured the medicinal oil into his palm with a sullen face, rubbed it on Mu Zhiming's shoulder blades and gently rubbed it: "If it hurts, just shout out."

Mu Zhiming blushed: "Ahem..."

Gu Heyan became more and more uneasy: "Does your throat also feel uncomfortable?"

"No." Mu Zhiming hurriedly said, "It's just... just that the smell of medicinal oil is a bit choking, so the coughing twice is not because of old illnesses, it's not a problem."

Gu Heyan then continued to rub Mu Zhiming's shoulders, the warm medicinal oil seeped into the skin and penetrated into the bones, slightly burning the skin but also relieving the pain of the sprain.

Mu Zhiming said: "Today, Ji An came to the mansion to look for me, and begged me to return to the court to assist him as soon as possible, so I plan to write to the emperor tomorrow that I am in good health."

Gu Heyan rubbed the hand on his shoulder for a while, then continued to move for a while, and said softly, "Yes."

Mu Zhiming noticed something strange: "You don't want me to be reinstated?"

Gu Heyan: "Your body will recover."

Mu Zhiming smiled and said: "Isn't it also a recovery if you are cured?"

Gu Heyan didn't say much anymore, and said 'hmm' again

"Don't worry, I won't let myself be troubled." Although the corners of Mu Zhiming's lips were not suppressed, there was a bit of sadness in his eyes: "He Yan, in fact, I occasionally think of people who were not officials in my previous life. In those days, at that time, I was just the son of Duke Yan, a wealthy and idle person, I had traveled all over the world, and because I liked mechanism skills, I became close friends with Young Master Mo of Qianji Pavilion, a powerful force in the world."

Gu Heyan: "..."

Mu Zhiming didn't notice Gu Heyan's strangeness, and continued: "He is far away in the water town of the south of the Yangtze River. Because he fell in love with me, he made an appointment with me to meet once a year, drink tea and talk about mechanism skills with the moon. Pavilion Master Na has taken over the burden of Qianji Pavilion, he is busy with affairs, and the contact between us has gradually decreased. In this life, I am dedicated to being an official, and I will never have the days of riding horses."

Gu Heyan: "..."

Mu Zhiming said with a smile: "He Yan, when everything is settled, let's take a trip to the south of the Yangtze River in our free time. The broken bridge is hazy with mist and rain, maybe we can meet an old friend by chance."

Gu Heyan: "... Jiangnan is very humid."

Mu Zhiming: "Huh?"

Gu Heyan: "...don't go."

Mu Zhiming: "Huh?"

Gu Heyan: "...It's best not to go."

Only then did Mu Zhiming realize that something was wrong, he turned around, looked up at Gu Heyan, and saw that Gu Heyan looked a little uncomfortable, seemed disappointed and angry.Gu Heyan is usually indifferent, if there is a look on his face, it means that these emotions have already occupied his limbs and bones.

Mu Zhiming blinked.

Gu Heyan, is he... jealous?