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

Gu Heyan seemed to be in a dream for a moment, he raised his left hand in amazement, and slowly hugged the person in his arms, feeling the warmth from body contact, so real, so unbelievable, he closed his eyes contentedly. Putting his forehead on Mu Zhiming's side neck, he rubbed his eyes lightly twice. When he opened his eyes and spoke, his tone was full of distress: "You've lost weight."

But these three words caused Mu Zhiming's eye circles to turn red instantly. He squinted his eyes, trying to hold back the tears, but they overflowed from his eye sockets and rolled down, soaking Gu Heyan's shoulders.

Gu Heyan was a little at a loss: "Don't cry."

"Don't cry." Mu Zhiming nodded.

Gu Heyan: "Is everything safe?"

Mu Zhiming: "Everything is fine, Aunt Liang and the others are fine, I am watching over them, nothing happened, but everyone is very worried about you, my mother eats fast and prays to Buddha every day, I pray that you are safe and well."

Gu Heyan nodded slightly as he listened.

Mu Zhiming let go of him, and picked up the lid of the mahogany food box that was put aside: "Today's New Year's Eve, it was supposed to be a day for reunion..." When he said this, he felt sad again, afraid that his emotions would infect Gu He Yan, hurriedly changed the subject, "I brought you white porridge and Tang Zhonglao pills, which one do you want to eat first?"

Gu Heyan: "Porridge, but you cooked it?"

Unexpectedly, Gu Heyan guessed right, Mu Zhiming nodded: "Yes."

Gu Heyan: "Drink the porridge first."

"Okay." Mu Zhiming took out the white porridge in a white porcelain jar from the food box, and passed it to Gu Heyan's hand. Suddenly, he found that Gu Heyan's right hand was in a strange twisted shape, curled up weakly. In my arms, I knew it at a glance.

"He Yan, your hand..." Mu Zhiming's eyes widened, his pupils trembling.

Although he had already made preparations for Gu Heyan to be tortured, after all Fu Qi would force him to confess the crime of treason, but when he saw his injuries, Mu Zhiming's heart still ached like a thousand arrows piercing his heart.

Gu Heyan comforted, "I'm fine."

Mu Zhiming held back the tears and fell down again: "How could it be all right...how could it be..."

This is the hand that has been holding a bow, holding a sword and dancing a knife since the age of four in order to protect the country and the people, and to guard the family and the border.

It didn't end on the battlefield where the fighting was fierce, but it ended in the prison next to the Anning Imperial City.

Gu Heyan raised his left hand and wiped away Mu Zhiming's tears: "It's really fine."

Mu Zhiming bit his lips tightly and nodded, choking with sobs, picked up the porcelain jar filled with white porridge, and fed spoonfuls of warm and sweet porridge into Gu Heyan's mouth. The warm porridge dispelled the coldness of the prison.

After feeding the porridge, Mu Zhiming took a few pills for Gu Heyan to eat: "This is made by Aunt Liang, she said you have loved this stuffing since you were a child..."

Before he finished speaking, a sharp whistle suddenly sounded in the prison corridor.

Mu Zhiming's movements were slightly stagnant, and he looked at Gu Heyan: "I have to go."

Gu Heyan nodded: "Okay."

Mu Zhiming quickly packed the food box and asked him, "Is there anything I want to tell you?"

Gu Heyan said: "It's cold, add more clothes."

Mu Zhiming's heart twitched again, he was so painful that he couldn't speak, he nodded, wrapped a cotton towel around his neck and half of his face, picked up the mahogany food box, and walked out of the cell in three steps.

Gu Heyan watched him leave, and did not look away until Mu Zhiming's figure disappeared at the end of the prison corridor. Suddenly, the dirty cell that hadn't felt cold for more than ten days suddenly became as cold as ice, extremely unbearable.

At the corner at the end of the corridor, in front of the dilapidated square table, the skinny jailer had just finished blowing his whistle when suddenly footsteps came from the corridor leading to the gate on the other side.

The skinny jailer was startled and broke out in a cold sweat.

A middle-aged man about 40 years old walked in. He was guarding the prison on New Year's Eve. He had a bad complexion and a very bad tone: "Change, brother, let's go."

"Brother, why are you here so early?" The thin jailer looked at the prison from the corner of his eyes, trying to remain calm.

"I had a quarrel with my mother-in-law over trivial matters. It's annoying." The middle-aged jailer waved his hand, "Don't mention it."

He suddenly saw something, and his voice became fierce: "Who are you!"

Mu Zhiming walked out of the darkness, lowered his head and quietly hid the mahogany food box behind his back: "Master, I am delivering food, and the food is all delivered."

"Food delivery?" The middle-aged jailer looked at Mu Zhiming suspiciously.

"Yes, the food delivery." The skinny jailer took a step forward, blocking the eyes of the middle-aged jailer, and said to Mu Zhiming, "Hurry up and leave after delivering the food. What are you doing? Do you want to be a log?"

"Let's go now, let's go now." Mu Zhiming walked to the big wooden barrel in a few steps, put the food box in very quickly, picked up the wooden barrel and walked out.

The middle-aged jailer yelled, "Stop."

Mu Zhiming's footsteps stopped, the candles flickered slightly in the prison, and the air froze due to tension.

The middle-aged jailer stared at Mu Zhiming for a long time, and said, "Return the key to the cell."

"Sorry, idiot, I forgot." Mu Zhiming turned around and handed the cell key to the middle-aged jailer.

The middle-aged jailer looked down at the cell key and was silent for a while: "Okay, let's go."

Mu Zhiming nodded, and hurried away with the big wooden bucket.

The middle-aged jailer played with the cell key in his hand for a while, handed it to the skinny jailer, and punctured it mercilessly: "Did you sneak in to find General Gu?"

The skinny jailer's back felt cold, his heart sank, and he said in panic, "Brother..."

Unexpectedly, the middle-aged jailer waved his hand: "Don't worry, I won't say anything."

The thin prison guard had no friendship with him on weekdays, so he couldn't help but feel confused: "Brother, you..."

"General Gu..." The middle-aged jailer sighed, "That's General Gu. I wanted to wait for you to leave and send him a thick quilt. It's New Year's Eve in winter. Hey...he But General Gu...I'll send it over now..."

The thin jailer said no more, because everything was self-evident.

One surname Zeng Shou Wan surname.

Today, the surname Wan dare not forget.