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

Gu Heyan was imprisoned for the crime of treason, which shocked the civil and military forces of the Manchu Dynasty.

For a time, the streets and alleys were full of discussions.

Crown Prince Fu Qi withstood the questioning remarks and the pressure of his superiors, intimidated by strong authority, suppressed by his party members, and worked every step of the way. He was bound to overthrow Gu Heyan.

After that, destroy the Mu family.

Finally, killer feet.

The struggle for imperial power is like this, bloody and bloody.

A hundred years later, the winner will write the historical records, but only a few words.

On the second day after Gu Heyan was imprisoned, at Su Wang’s mansion, Fu Yi summoned his personal servant: “The letter was sent to Xirong that Gu Heyan was already in death row. Xirong can start preparing troops and stockpiling food and grass. Once he dies, everything will be done.” in sight."

"Yes." The dark waiter embraced the order with fists folded, and hurried to do it.

Another five days later, Zhong Zhaofan led the troops to the border north of Baicheng, and took the prince's handwritten order to arrest General Wei Lingyun on the charge of treason.

One stone stirred up a thousand waves, and the military camp was in turmoil.

In the end, it was General Wei Lingyun's military order of 'Don't be chaotic, and do your duty', which calmed down the turmoil.

On a very cold day, dripping water turned into ice, and the north wind blew the ground. Wei Lingyun stood in front of the prison car, facing more than a hundred kneeling soldiers of the Melting Flame Army, and his voice was like a bell: "When you are young and hot-blooded, when you are twenty weak, you have to meet General Gu Miao to appreciate you!" , fought with him on the battlefield, defended the family and the country, overcame thorns and thorns for more than [-] years, and never felt ashamed of the family, the people, and the Great Jin. I defend Lingyun, and I am not afraid of stigma and slander, and I will wait for the investigation."

After finishing speaking, Wei Lingyun took off his armor, only wearing thin clothes, turned around resolutely and walked into the prison car.

After the great cold, it is New Year's Eve.

Every household is planting peach branches and hanging spring banners. The bustle is lively, but this year's winter is much colder than before, adding a touch of chill to the noisy scene.

In the prison of Dali Temple, where the guards rest, there is a broken square table, four long benches, and an oil lamp.

Two prison guards, one fat and one thin, the fat one complained: "Hey, it's really boring to stare at mice and bugs here on New Year's Eve. It's only us two low-boned bastards who are going to be the ones to do it." This is a mess."

The thin jailer said: "That's right, brother, you said that there are usually so many guards in this cell, and there are only two people watching tonight. Why is it our turn?"

The fat jailer said: "Brother, bear with it, after half an hour, it's time to change people, and you can go home and put your arms around your wife and son to watch the new year."

The skinny jailer thought for a while and said, "Brother, there's only half an hour left anyway, why don't you go home first, I'll just watch over."

The fat jailer looked at him, clearly moved, but still hesitant: "But..."

"It's okay, big brother." The skinny jailer persuaded, "It's the Chinese New Year, what's the matter with stealing some free time, don't you still worry about me, brother?"

"You're right." The fat jailer cupped his fists, "Thank you, brother."

The fat jailer changed into the jailer's uniform, passed through the heavily guarded passage of the Dali Temple prison with his waist card, and walked out of the prison.

At the prison gate, two guards were blocking a person.

The man was dressed in shabby sackcloth, probably because of the strong wind and cold weather. He wrapped a dusty cotton towel around his neck and half of his face, which looked a little funny. He was holding a large wooden barrel in his hand, and the guard was stopping him to ask questions. who is coming.

The man lowered his head, and his voice was like a mosquito's voice: "Masters, the younger one is here to deliver food."

As he spoke, he took out his pass badge and documents one by one.

After looking at it, the guard saw nothing wrong and waved his hand to let the man in.

The man struggled to lift the big wooden barrel full of food, and walked in with slightly swaying steps. He walked through the cold stone wall corridor guarded by guards, and reached the deepest part of the prison, where the jailers rested.

The skinny jailer heard footsteps and stared up at the man warily.

The man carefully took off the gray cotton towel covering his face.

The thin prison guard jumped up, and he walked up to Mu Zhiming two steps at a time, took the big wooden barrel in his hand, and stuffed an iron key into his palm: "Master, I will deliver the meal to you." That's all right, you go in, the cell at the end of the corridor, remember that there is only a quarter of an hour, don't stay."

Mu Zhiming nodded: "Thank you."

As he said that, Mu Zhiming took out a mahogany food box from the big wooden barrel, clutched the key tightly, and hurried into the prison.

At the end of the walk, I saw a prison cell with brick walls on three sides and iron railings on one side. It was cold, damp, and smelly. Facing the brick wall of the prison corridor, there was a small square window no more than ten inches wide that could not let in any moonlight.

A man was sitting in a corner paved with messy straw, his hands and wrists were bound by an iron chain, and the other end of the iron chain was embedded in the wall. His clothes were tattered and stained with blood, and the whip wounds and bruises from being tortured were faintly visible.

Even after being reduced to such a level, his back was still straight, and he did not want to bend down for a moment. His eyes were indifferent, and he looked up at the small window on the wall. He didn't even hear the sound of the prison cell being opened. Looking back, it seems that this world has nothing to do with him.

But in the next second, the person who walked into the cell rushed over, half-kneeled in front of him, and hugged him tightly, causing the iron chain to clank.

Gu Heyan froze for a moment.

The man's arms slowly tightened, his body trembled, his eyes were hot and his nose was sore, he couldn't restrain the sobs overflowing from his throat: "He Yan...you have suffered..."

Gu Heyan: "?!"