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

After Mu Zhiming walked out of the prison, he didn't leave immediately. He walked back along the brick wall of the prison to a place where no one was overgrown with weeds.

Mu Zhiming tightened his rough linen clothes, sat down in this lonely and desolate corner, curled up into a ball to keep out the cold, exhaled a breath of white mist, and murmured: "On New Year's Eve, you should watch the year, I have to accompany you. "

Not far away, the sound of firecrackers in the capital, new peaches for old talismans, every household is full of smoke and fire; but here, Mu Zhiming touched the cold brick wall with his forehead lightly, suffering from the pain of life and death, stroking the brick wall with his hands , The rough grit rubs the fingers, the pain is too painful to ignore.Mu Zhiming had just cried, and his eyes were still red, but when he lowered his eyes and raised them again, there was no sadness in his eyes, the firmness in his eyes was like quenching black iron, Yue Zhenyuan hesitated.

Is he the kind of person who just sits and waits to die.

Three days later, Miyagi Tuan returned to Lin Yanguang, Fengyi Palace.

Just after New Year's Eve, the palace should have been a bustling and bustling scene, but now the emperor is still seriously ill, and the empress dowager and empress are burning incense and praying for the emperor in Baohua hall every day, so this year there is not even a big banquet, and it is deserted everywhere.

Early this morning, after the imperial concubine woke up, she went to bed and adjusted her makeup in front of the mirror. Her personal maid, Xiaoyan, stood behind her, holding a horn comb in her hand to carefully comb her black and smooth black hair: "Your Majesty, just now, the Concubine Xian sent someone Let me tell you, starting tomorrow, I will serve you for three days."

"Understood." The imperial concubine said.

Xiaoyan sighed: "Your Majesty, if the emperor's illness has not recovered, what should we do? If one day, the emperor returns to the west on a crane..."

The imperial concubine: "Hush."

Xiaoyan shut up.

Xiaoyan was quiet for a moment, then said again: "I'm just worried about my empress. These years, my empress has been tolerant to the empress, but she still finds faults in everything, wishing to kill my empress. At that time, the pickles we were eating in the cold palace were not the empress. Did the Empress order someone to do it? If the Empress Dowager becomes the Empress Dowager one day..."

The imperial concubine interrupted her and said, "Xiaoyan, have you heard a word?"

Xiaoyan: "What?"

The imperial concubine took the snail Dai on her dressing table and skillfully painted her eyebrows. She said softly: "Everything is fate, and it's not in the slightest."

Xiaoyan: "Ma'am, what does this mean?"

The imperial concubine put down the snail, looked at her beautiful face in the bronze mirror, and said softly: "When I first entered the palace, I used to live in the empress's palace, and she taught the palace rules."

"My God." Xiaoyan covered her mouth, "Your Majesty, you must have suffered a lot."

"No." The imperial concubine shook her head, "At that time, the empress treated me very well. She would hold my hand and say with a smile, alas, there are such beautiful people in the world, but later..." She Speaking of this, he sighed, "Later, I won the favor of the emperor alone, and everything changed."

Xiaoyan curled her lips: "Who made the emperor like the empress? She can't compete with herself, so she will kill you because of jealousy?"

"I can't compete..." The imperial concubine murmured these three words, Liu Yemei frowned slightly, and sighed sadly, "Xiaoyan, do you know? When I was born in Ji'an, I had a blood collapse and almost died, so the emperor has no day and night. Ye stayed with me for three days, and during these three days, the crown prince was ill and had a high fever, but the empress could not find a single imperial physician, because all imperial physicians were in Fengyi Palace."

Xiaoyan was stunned, speechless for a moment.

The noble concubine said softly: "This is a deep palace, and there are many people who can't help themselves..."

At this time, a maid stepped into the inner room and whispered a few words in the ear of the imperial concubine.

"Huh?!" The imperial concubine was surprised, "Let him in quickly, Xiaoyan, help me tie my hair, hurry up."

"Hey! Good!" Xiaoyan nodded.

Not long after, Mu Zhiming walked into the inner room. He obviously entered the palace secretly, wearing the clothes of an eunuch.

The imperial concubine retreated to the left and right, and La Muzhiming sat beside him, and asked, "Xiao Lizhu, why did you enter the palace with this appearance? Speaking of which, Ji'an and Yi'er haven't entered the palace to see me for a long time, and now the crown prince The country will target you, how are you all?"

Mu Zhiming: "Everyone is well, my concubine, I can't stay in the palace for long, I have something to say, listen to me."

The imperial concubine nodded and listened attentively.

Mu Zhiming told the imperial concubine that the emperor was poisoned and not sick.

The imperial concubine was stunned at first when she heard the words, then she regained her composure and asked, "What can I do?"

"I hope your concubine can save the emperor." Mu Zhiming handed the drug powder for drug testing and antidote to the concubine, and told her how to use it and the effect of the medicine.

"During the period of taking the medicine, you must never touch the poison again?" The imperial concubine held the medicine bottle and confirmed repeatedly.

Mu Zhiming nodded.

"I see." The imperial concubine put away the two medicines, stretched out her hand to caress Mu Zhiming's temples, she smiled softly, "Xiao Lizhu, you have lost weight, you have to eat obediently, take good care of yourself, it's a matter in the palace. , leave it to me, don't worry."

After Mu Zhiming left, the imperial concubine called Xiaoyan and asked her: "After I serve the sick, which concubine will serve the sick?"

"Return to Empress's words." Xiaoyan said, "It's Empress Defei."

The imperial concubine: "What about the queen concubine De?"

Xiaoyan: "Queen."

The imperial concubine's expression changed slightly, her eyes fluttered, and she began to think, after a while, she said to Xiaoyan: "You use my headache as an excuse to call Dr. Kuang to Fengyi Palace."

Xiaoyan nodded and went to do it immediately.

When Mu Zhiming left the palace and returned to the Hou Mansion, he was so exhausted that he closed his eyes and fell asleep on the carriage.

Before arriving at the mansion, Wen Heyin gently shook him awake: "Young master, young master."

"Huh?" Mu Zhiming opened his eyes in a daze.

Wen Heyin: "We've arrived at the Hou Mansion."

"Okay." Mu Zhiming rubbed his eyes, and got out of the carriage with Wen Heyin.

Wen Heyin said worriedly: "Master, why don't you rest for a while."

He had just finished speaking when the servants of the mansion rushed over in a hurry: "Master Hou, His Royal Highness has come down and is waiting for you in the side hall."

"I'll go right away." Mu Zhiming was sober for a moment, his steps hurried.

He met Fu Ji'an in the side hall of the mansion.

"Brother Mu." Seeing him, Fu Jian quickly asked, "Have you seen my concubine mother? Have you given her all the medicine?"

"En." Mu Zhiming nodded, "The imperial concubine is ice-snow smart, she must have a way to wake up the emperor."

Fu Ji'an nodded, but there was no shortage of worry on his face. He looked at Mu Zhiming cautiously, with a embarrassed expression, as if he had something to say.

Mu Zhiming noticed something wrong with Fu Ji'an at a glance: "What happened?"

"Brother Mu, sit down first." Fu Ji'an said, "I'll talk to you later."

How could Mu Zhiming be willing to sit down, and took a step forward in horror: "Is something wrong with General Gu?"

Fu Ji'an sighed, and he said: "Brother Mu, I received a secret letter saying that Prince Fu Qi has decided to hang General Gu in Dali Temple Prison ten days later, he is afraid that there will be troublemakers and robbers, so he intends to kill him first and then make a public announcement. "

Mu Zhiming swayed slightly when he heard the words, and repeated absentmindedly: "What... ten days... only ten days..."

Fu Ji'an quickly supported him: "Brother Mu, don't worry, maybe within ten days, the father will no longer be in a coma after taking the antidote, and he will definitely uphold justice for General Gu when he wakes up."

"No..." Mu Zhiming shook his head, "I can't bet, I can't bet on He Yan's life... A Yin, A Yin."

Wen Heyin followed the sound and hurried into the side hall: "Master, are you calling me?"

Mu Zhiming suppressed the panic in his heart, and said firmly: "Prepare the carriage, we have many places to go these two days."

Three days later, in King Su's mansion, the pond was covered with thin ice, and the railings were covered with snow. Fu Yi was wearing a black fox cloak, and was sitting alone in the attic of the waterside pavilion drinking tea in the courtyard.

A dark attendant walked up to the second floor, knelt down on one knee and saluted, then walked to Fu Yi's side and whispered something into his ear.

Fu Yi held the tea to his lips and paused, raised his eyes and asked, "Is he really going from house to house to ask for help?"

The dark attendant nodded: "Yes, yesterday because the censor, Mr. Song, refused to see him, he knelt in front of the mansion for two hours while drenched in snow."

Fu Yi put down the teacup in his hand, thoughtfully, and asked after a while, "The prince doesn't know about this, does he?"

The dark waiter shook his head: "He is cautious in doing things. If it wasn't for the kneeling yesterday, even we wouldn't know about it, let alone the news that came into the palace, the brothers would all be watching."

"That's good." Fu Yi nodded in satisfaction, and drank the hot tea unhurriedly, "I'm curious now, wouldn't he know that as long as the prince supervises the country, even if Gu Heyan can live, it's just Common man, he is now a mud bodhisattva crossing the river himself, and he cannot protect himself, so why should he condescend and spend so much time to save Gu Heyan?"

At this time, a servant walked up to the attic quickly, bowed to the ground and saluted: "Your Majesty, Xuan Ning is waiting to see you."

"Oh?" Fu Yi raised his eyebrows, "Say Mr. Cao, Mr. Cao is here, please come up."

"Yes." The servant leaned over and stepped back.

The dark servant also saluted and disappeared at the end of the stairs.

A moment later, the servant led Mu Zhiming to the attic of the water pavilion, and then bowed and left.

For a moment, only Fu Yi and Mu Zhiming were left in the attic.

"Li Zhu." Fu Yi looked calm, with a gentle smile, like a mask, "Why did you come to find me suddenly? Come, sit across from me, and I will cook tea for you with my own hands. This is the best Junshan Yinzhen, you Definitely don’t want to miss it.”

Mu Zhiming took a deep breath, took three steps towards Fu Yi, suddenly lifted his robe, and knelt heavily on his knees.

Fu Yi stopped holding the purple sand teapot, and then slowly put it down. He looked at Mu Zhiming: "Li Zhu, what are you doing?"

Mu Zhiming has said a lot these days, his voice is hoarse, he said: "His Royal Highness Su, please help me and save General Gu."

Fu Yi said: "Why is this between you and me?" Even though he said so, he didn't stand up and go to help Mu Zhiming.

Mu Zhiming didn't play charades with him, and said bluntly: "Because the death of General Gu is beneficial to you."

Hearing this, Fu Yi's smile faded, and he said, "Li Zhu, you are really smart."

As he said that, he stood up, went to Mu Zhiming and squatted down, then stretched out his hand to press the part of his knee that didn't touch the ground, and slowly exerted force with his five fingers.

Mu Zhiming's knees were already red, swollen and bruised, and he was reluctant to kneel down. If Fu Yi played tricks like this again, the pain made him tremble all over, and he gritted his teeth tightly to keep silent.

Fu Yi withdrew his hand and stood up, sighing: "I heard that you knelt down and begged for help, but it's true. Li Zhu, what are you trying to do?"

Mu Zhiming swallowed the pain and said in a low voice: "His Royal Highness Su, as long as you help me rescue General Gu, I will do anything."