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

Mu Zhiming sat on the pear blossom wood stool and smiled, looking up at Gu Heyan: "Jiangnan, is the humidity heavy?"

Gu Heyan didn't look at him, instead his gaze fell to the ground: "...um."

Mu Zhiming: "How can I remember that General Gu has been stationed in the frontier fortress all year round, it seems that he has never been to Jiangnan?"

Gu Heyan: "...others told me."

Mu Zhiming pursed his lips and suppressed a smile: "Okay, let's not discuss this matter for now, by the way, I have something to trouble the general." He stretched out his hand to hold Gu Heyan's wrist, pulled him gently, and let him lie on his side sit down.

Gu Heyan sat upright: "Say it."

Mu Zhiming raised his hands from his wrists all the way up, stroking his arms and resting on his shoulders, Mu Zhiming said with a smile: "The Hou's mansion has been completed, and I have taken care of everything in the mansion, and I can move in on an auspicious day. ..."

Gu Heyan: "Just?"

Mu Zhiming grabbed Gu Heyan's shoulders and pressed him to himself: "It's just that the Hou's mansion lacks a wife to warm the house."

Gu Heyan: "..."

Mu Zhiming laughed loudly and said: "I think you are suitable, General, but I don't know, General, would you like to help me with this?"

When he said this, his face moved closer and closer, until his lips and tongue were less than an inch away from Gu Heyan's, and his voice became softer and softer, so soft that it was inaudible, making people have to listen carefully. The atmosphere in the room was extremely ambiguous.

After Mu Zhiming finished speaking, without waiting for an answer, he smiled and pressed his lips to Gu Heyan's.

Gu Heyan couldn't help wrapping his arms around Mu Zhiming's waist, pulled him up from the wooden bench, hugged him into his arms, and let him sit on his body.

After the kiss, Mu Zhiming was out of breath, he said with a smile: "General, I've kissed you all, you can't refuse me to help warm the house."

Gu Heyan: "Well, does your arm still hurt?"

Mu Zhiming pressed and kneaded his shoulders, then shook them lightly, and said with a smile, "It doesn't hurt anymore, it doesn't hurt at all."

Gu Heyan breathed a sigh of relief: "Let's rest."

He had a slight tendency to get up, wanting Mu Zhiming who sat on him to stand up and leave, but Mu Zhiming didn't move, and the hands around his shoulders were still tight.

"Where is the general planning to go?" Mu Zhiming asked with a smile, but he knew the reason. .

Gu Heyan: "Beside the water tank, wash your hands."

His hands are full of sticky and pungent medicinal oil, when he just kissed Mu Zhiming, he only dared to wrap his arms around his waist, and did not touch anyone with his palm.

"Isn't the medicine finished?" Mu Zhiming said with a smile, "General, your injury is not limited to your shoulder."

Gu Heyan frowned: "Where did it hit?"

"This." Mu Zhiming grabbed Gu Heyan's hand and pressed it on his flat lower abdomen. He had just applied medicine to his shoulders and hadn't put on his clothes. At this moment, his upper body was naked, and Gu Heyan's palm was directly attached to Mu Zhiming. The warm skin, probably because of the bruises from the collision, or the subconscious nervousness of being touched, Gu Heyan's fingertips could feel Mu Zhiming's abdomen trembling slightly like a summer cicada shaking its thin wings.

Gu Heyan realized the posture and situation of the two of them belatedly.

Gu Heyan: "...here..."

Mu Zhiming smiled and said, "Huh? What's wrong here?"

"It's better for you to apply the medicine yourself." Gu Heyan turned his head and lowered his eyes, trying to withdraw his hand, but Mu Zhiming firmly grasped his wrist.

Mu Zhiming: "Huh? Why is this? General, this injury was caused by you. How can you not take responsibility for it and rub the medicine for me?" There was a hint of cunning in his smile, "Look, It's all bruised and purple, and it hurts badly."

Hearing this, Gu Heyan took a breath, and tried his best to endure: "I'm sorry...but I...you come down quickly."

"No, I won't come down." Mu Zhiming asked relentlessly, "Answer me, why don't you give me medicine?"

Gu Heyan hesitated: "I will...will..."

Mu Zhiming: "What will happen?"

Gu Heyan: "...can't bear it..."

Mu Zhiming smiled even more, and forced him to say: "What can't help it?"

Gu Heyan: "..."

So in the middle of the night, the small ceramic bottle containing the medicated oil rolled off the bed, and when it fell to the ground, it made a crisp clanging sound, covering the sound of sobbing and panting for a moment. The medicated oil was obviously full before it was brought into the house. Now the ceramic bottle fell to the ground without spilling a single drop...

The next day, Wen Heyin came to see Mu Zhiming, and was startled: "Master, where did you sprain?"

"Huh?" Mu Zhiming was puzzled, "Does the medicinal oil for bruises on my body smell very strong?"

Wen Heyin: "Hey, it's not only heavy, it's quite heavy, you can smell it ten steps away."

Mu Zhiming: "..."

Wen Heyin: "Master! Are you sick! Why is your face so red all of a sudden!!!"

Mu Zhiming: "Ayin, stop yelling, stop yelling, if you call me any more, just die in hell.

The turmoil subsided temporarily, and Mu Zhiming recovered from his illness. He wrote to the emperor, imploring him to return to the temple to serve the court.

The thousand-year fame of being an envoy before the war is vivid, and Mu Zhiming was promoted to Minister of the Ministry of Rites, ranking third rank.

Mu Zhiming is dedicated to his duties, strict with himself and lenient with others. He has only been in office for three months and has won a lot of praise.

Seeing that summer is going to autumn and the wind is blowing up, the emperor occasionally suffers from the wind and cold, and has headaches for days, and cannot go to court for three out of five days. Fortunately, the weather in Dajin has been smooth and there is no war recently, so there are few things that need the emperor to worry about.

Wind-cold is not a serious illness, everyone didn't take it seriously, but Mu Zhiming was worried and got up, so he found a free time to visit Fu Ji'an in Prince Xian's mansion.

Fu Ji'an was very happy to see him coming, so he hurriedly welcomed him into the inner room, turned away from the left and right, and cooked tea himself to entertain him.

Mu Zhiming went straight to the point: "Ji'an, although the prince has not been involved in government affairs for more than half a year, he is still a prince. If one day the emperor is sick and lying on the bed, before that, you must obtain the emperor's personal edict allowing you to supervise the country. Wanna must not let the prince supervise the country."

Fu Ji'an said: "Brother Mu, Emperor Father just got a cold. When I entered the palace yesterday to greet him, he was already fine. Now I am saying that Emperor Father will be sick on the bed. I am afraid it is not appropriate."

Everyone thought this way in the previous life, but after the wind and cold, the emperor's health became worse and worse, and finally fell ill unexpectedly.

Mu Zhiming: "Prepare for a rainy day, the matter is very important, I have to tell you."

"Okay." Fu Jian nodded, "I'll keep it in mind. When it comes to falling ill, I see brother Mu, you've been coughing lately, but you're not feeling well? If you're sick, General Gu will be in a hurry."

Mu Zhiming imagined Gu Heyan running around.

Hmm, so cute.

Mu Zhiming smiled and said: "It's just that it's cold in the early autumn, it's just a little bit cold, just wear two more clothes."

"You have to take care of your body." Fu Ji'an woke up and brought the tea to Mu Zhiming after brewing it, "Brother Mu, this is the Mingqian Longjing that my father rewarded me in late spring. I have been hiding it and was reluctant to drink it , Today, you are here, so take it out!"

"Mingqian Longjing?" Mu Zhiming happily picked up his teacup, "I never thought I would be so lucky."

He slowly lifted the lid of the celadon cup, only to feel that the fragrance was tangy and refreshing, and he took a sip of his lips and teeth, and Mu Zhiming couldn't help but admire: "Good tea."

However, in the next second, his chest suddenly felt tight, and a faint sweet smell rose from his throat.

"Brother Mu, what's wrong with you?" Fu Ji'an was about to drink tea with Mu Zhiming, when he looked up and saw that his expression was wrong, he asked suspiciously, "But what's wrong with this tea?"

"I'm fine." Mu Zhiming lowered his head and drank tea, trying to suppress the fishy sweetness in his throat. The hot tea moistened his mouth and lower abdomen. Mu Zhiming felt a little more comfortable, but when he looked up, he saw that the cup of tea had turned into a horror The dark red!

And the rim of the white porcelain cup in his hand was full of black bloodstains...

"Brother Mu?!" Fu Ji'an also found out about this, and yelled out in astonishment.

Mu Zhiming shook his hand, the cup fell to the ground, and the broken white porcelain and hot tea splashed all over. He wanted to talk to Fu Ji'an, but when he opened his mouth, he vomited a lot of black blood!

Without any warning, after vomiting blood, Mu Zhiming's internal organs were tightly strangled together, the pain made him tremble all over, the severe pain crawled inch by inch and then gradually disappeared, but the five senses also began to disappear, Mu Zhiming felt that he should He fell to the ground, and Fu Ji'an was supposed to be calling his name, but in a whirl, nothing was real.

Fear and fear occupied Mu Zhiming's chest, dragging him into the unconscious darkness, and he didn't know what to do next.

In the Imperial Medical Office, the autumn wind passed, the ginkgo fell, and the golden fans were everywhere. Dr. Kuang was writing a medical book. He was very old and felt tired after only a few pages, so he had to put down his brush and knead the Qingming acupoint.

Dr. Kuang heard his wife's words asking him to beg for the bones as soon as possible. He sighed, shook his head and muttered: "Hey, it's a pity that I haven't found the student I like. I have no one to trust my medical skills and knowledge to."

He was depressed when an anxious shout came from outside the Imperial Medical Office: "Is Doctor Kuang there?! Doctor Kuang?"

"Yes, yes." Dr. Kuang shouted.

Wen Heyin came running towards him, his voice trembling with anxiety: "Doctor Kuang, I have found you, hurry up and save our young master!"

"You are Li Zhu's little guard." Dr. Kuang recognized him, and without neglect, he got up to get his medicine box, "What's wrong with Li Zhu?"

"Master, he vomited blood suddenly and fainted!!!" Wen Heyin said.

Doctor Kuang was surprised: "What, fainted? Hey, little friend, don't worry, my old arms and legs can't bear to be pulled!"

Dr. Kuang followed Wen Heyin to the Mu Mansion in a hurry, and went all the way to the wing, where he met Mu Boren.

"Brother Kuang." Mu Boren stepped forward, grabbed Dr. Kuang's hand, and begged, "Please take a look at my son!"

"Brother Mu, don't worry, I'll go right away." Dr. Kuang pushed the door open, and saw that His Royal Highness King Xian and Gu Heyan were there, and there were several people who looked like doctors standing in front of the bed, all looking helpless.

Dr. Kuang ignored the salute, pushed aside the crowd and walked to the bed, only to see Mu Zhiming lying on the bed, his lips were blue and purple, his face was pale and bloodless, Dr. Kuang was startled, and hurriedly gave him his pulse.

Feeling Mu Zhiming's pulse and checking carefully, Dr. Kuang turned around and asked others: "Li Zhu is a symptom of poisoning, does anyone know what kind of poison it is?"

Doctor Wu quickly replied: "Cold scorpion poison."

"What?!" Doctor Kuang exclaimed, "There is no cure for this poison!"