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

It was dusk when Mu Zhiming left Su Wang's Mansion and returned to Hou's Mansion. He got off the carriage and staggered due to the pain in his slightly bent knees. Wen Heyin's eyesight was weak and his hands quickly supported him: "Master, are you alright?"

Mu Zhiming stood firm and said with a smile, "It's okay."

Wen Heyin: "Does your knee hurt badly? You knelt for so long in front of the Yushi doctor's mansion yesterday, and I knew something big was going to happen. I'm so anxious. Let's go in and get a hot towel and a handkerchief."

Mu Zhiming: "Okay."

Wen Heyin helped his arm: "The steps are slippery in the snow, slow down, young master."

Mu Zhiming breathed out a breath of white air, looked up and saw the cold snow on the backs of the two stone lions in front of the Hou's mansion, and thin ice hanging on their lifelike articulates, he said softly: "It's always snowing these few days."

Wen Heyin: "I heard from the old man that this year is the harsh winter, but it will be very cold."

Mu Zhiming said: "Indeed, let's go, enter the mansion, A Yin, please support me."

"Okay." Wen Heyin pulled Mu Zhiming's right arm to his shoulder, and entered the mansion with him.

A servant came jogging over: "Master Hou, Doctor Xia is here, waiting for you in the main hall."

Mu Zhiming: "Please invite him to my wing."

The attendant nodded: "Okay."

In the wing room, a charcoal brazier was placed in front of the bed to dissipate the chill in the air. Mu Zhiming sat on the side of the bed, rolled up his trouser legs, his knees were covered with bruises, like the purple-black color of rotten melons and fruits, it was really shocking, Doctor Xia While applying medicine for him, he sighed: "If the general sees it, he might feel so distressed."

Mu Zhiming smiled and asked, "Doctor Xia, did you find the medicine I asked you to find last time?"

Dr. Xia nodded repeatedly: "Yes, yes." He said, carefully took out a small porcelain bottle from his arms, and handed it to Mu Zhiming.

Mu Zhiming took it, and heard Xia Wu say: "Protective pill, swallow a pill to stop the pain of trauma, the medicine will last for about an hour."

Mu Zhiming asked: "Swallowing it in advance is also effective, right?"

"Yes." Xia Tian Wu nodded.

Mu Zhiming: "Thank you, in a few days, I'm afraid I'll have to ask Dr. Xia to take care of me."

Xia Tian asked without worry: "Master Hou, what are you planning to do?"

Mu Zhiming smiled: "I want to do my best to rescue the general from prison."

On the ninth day of the first lunar month, all officials face to face, the gate of the Taihe Palace opens, and Mu Xi is in the morning light.

In the Xuanzheng Palace, Prince Fu Qiduan was sitting on a magnificent dragon chair, holding his hands on both sides, feeling that the chair was really cold to the bone on a cold winter day.

After all, he had lost his mind, how could this chair be so cold in winter.

The prince looked down and saw all the officials and officials bowed their heads respectfully, no one dared to raise their heads to see him.

It was not until today that Fu Qi really understood what it means to be tall and respectful.

The officials played one by one, and then retreated into the line until no one stepped forward.

There was a moment of silence in the hall, and an eunuch next to him said: "There are memorials, but no..."

At this time, after the Minister of Rites at the end of the civil service queue, a person straightened up and raised his head, with a posture like a bamboo, and walked slowly to the center of the Xuanzheng Hall.

Under Tianwei's power, it is unknown how much courage is required for such a move, but this person has firm steps, firm eyes, and no fear on his face.

For a moment, everyone's eyes were fixed on him.

Mu Zhiming's voice was clear and clear: "His Royal Highness, I have something to play."

"Bold!" Fu Qi slapped the dragon chair heavily, "How can a person without an official position go to court? Where are the forbidden troops?"

The imperial guards outside the guarding hall rushed over when they heard the sound, and the hilt of their sword hit the armor, and the clanking sound made people shudder.

Mu Zhiming took off his robe and knelt heavily on his knees. He said fearlessly: "Prince, I am not discussing politics, but I have a grievance to sue. The Taizu once had a law that anyone who sues the imperial court must not Expulsion!"

Fu Qi: "Presumptuous!"

Mu Zhiming: "Could it be possible that the prince will violate the order of the Taizu?!"

Seeing that the imperial army was about to capture Mu Zhiming, a minister of rites came out to salute. His voice was trembling due to fear, but he insisted: "Your Highness, the ancestors indeed issued this order."

A cold light flashed in Fu Qi's eyes.

Mu Zhiming used to work in the Ministry of Rites, and as expected, there are still some party members left, so he should start the Ministry of Rites first!

The Minister of Rites fell silent, and another person came out.

It is Mr. Song, the imperial historian.

Mr. Song, a veteran of the two dynasties, has gray hair and has always been upright.

Fu Qi's eyes fell on him, surprised in his heart: what?Could it be that he also wants to speak for Mu Zhiming?

Lord Song first saluted the crown prince, and then looked at Mu Zhiming: "Xuan Ninghou, the ancestors did indeed issue this order, but the ancestors also said that there must be a big injustice against the emperor, and you need to roll over the nail board to show You can only state your grievances if you are determined, Xuan Ninghou, have you thought about it?"

In a word, it is like pouring cold water into a boiling oil pan, which shocked the hearts of all civil and military officials in the court.

Mu Zhiming glanced at Mr. Song, then fell silent and stopped talking, as if he didn't expect to be attacked like this.

Hearing this, Fu Qi calmed down, he was flustered because of Mu Zhiming's sudden appearance in the Xuanzheng Hall, but now that the situation has changed, he has a lot of peace of mind.

People always take pride in having the upper hand.

Fu Qi ordered the Imperial Army to retreat first, looked at Mu Zhiming, saw that he did not answer Mr. Song's words, guessed that Mu Zhiming did not expect this difficulty, so he said: "Okay, then according to Taizu's order, if you want to Sue the imperial court, I will let you sue, but the rules before the grievances cannot be dropped, come here, and move the nails in the hall."

He didn't believe, didn't believe that Mu Zhiming, who grew up rich and well-clothed, could roll a nailboard, let alone rolled over a nailboard, that Mu Zhiming could still speak.

Not long after, a wooden plank about one meter long and full of nails was carried to the Xuanzheng Hall. The iron nails were very cold, and they could pierce flesh and gouged out skin.Needle dropping could be heard quietly in the hall, and many civil servants had never seen such a vicious sharp weapon, and they all showed disgust.

Lord Song looked up at Mu Zhiming.

He remembered that a few days ago, Mu Zhiming knelt in front of the mansion for two full hours, covered in snow, in order to see him.

As a last resort, I met Mu Zhiming.

Mu Zhiming said: "I would like to ask Mr. Song to speak for me when he goes to court."

Master Song: "You want me to intercede for General Gu in front of the emperor?"

Mu Zhiming: "No, I just hope that Mr. Song will bring up the matter of the need to roll nails before suing the Imperial Court."

Lord Song turned pale with shock: "What did you say? If I mention this, the crown prince will definitely force you to roll the nails!"

Mu Zhiming said every word: "I just want to be forced by him! Only when I roll over the nail board will the prince let me speak, and I can express my grievances without being dragged out of the hall by the imperial army."

But now, Mu Zhiming has fulfilled his wish.

His silence just now was all pretense, but now when he raised his eyes, Fu Qi was taken aback by the determination in the depths of his eyes.

Mu Zhiming took off his outer clothes and only put on his middle clothes. He stood in front of the nailboard with a heart as firm as iron. He took a deep breath and lay down on the nailboard amidst the uproar!

Fu Qiyin stood up in astonishment, and sat back on the dragon chair after a while.

But just lying down, Mu Zhiming felt the sharp pain from the nails from his shoulders to the back of his waist. When he rolled over, the iron nails pierced his skin root by root, drawing blood, and the nails drew scars of different shades on his body , even though he had taken the medicine in advance, Mu Zhiming could still feel the pain, as if a thousand blades had crushed his bones.

Rolling over the nail board, Mu Zhiming's original snow-white jacket was dyed a shocking red with blood. He didn't dare to delay for a moment, propped himself up with trembling hands, picked up the outer jacket and put it on. Fortunately, the protective pill popped up immediately. As a result, the body gradually only felt that the wound was bleeding, and the pain was decreasing, and it was no longer unbearable.

He knelt again, kneeling on the blood-soaked brocade carpet, kneeling in the hall full of blood, surrounded by hundreds of officials and military officials of the Jin Dynasty, and behind him were the ferocious instruments of torture that were still dripping blood. He held his breath, He spoke sonorously: "Today there is a case of Gu Heyan, the former general of Yulin, who was unjustly conspired against. Please ask the crown prince to thoroughly investigate and retrial, and return the general's innocence!"

Fu Qi gritted his teeth and roared, "What is wronged? The sinner Gu Heyan led the troops to the southwestern border. There is indeed such a thing!"

"Yes!" Although he was kneeling, Mu Zhiming's momentum did not lose at all, "But the emperor once ordered that General Yubayashi can deploy 1 soldiers to help the frontiers without telling the emperor. [-] people, what is the crime?"

Fu Qi's complexion was extremely bad: "Then he conspired against the king of Shu County, this trip is a great crime through the ages!"

Mu Zhiming spoke excitedly: "Dare to ask the prince, it has been four years since the general went to the southwestern border, what has he done in these four years, so that the prince is so sure that he is conspiracy!?"

Fu Qi: "It is a crime to have the heart of treason! Do I have to wait for him to make up for it after he has committed treason!"

"The heart of treason." Mu Zhiming looked sad, "Okay, let me tell the prince, what do you think the general who has the heart of rebellion has done in the past four years? Waiting for the wolf and tiger country to block the iron cavalry of foreign races from the frontier with flesh and blood, so that Dajin's land will not be divided, and Dajin's dignity will not be trampled. During this period, he was seriously injured and unconscious three times. Every time the military doctor felt that he would not survive. He came down. In addition to fighting, he also built border defenses, built water conservancy, stockpiled food and trained troops, so that the people on the frontier who have been restless for so many years can live and work in peace and contentment!"

The muscles on Fu Qiyin's face were trembling because of the roar: "Shut up! Above the hall, how can you allow yourself to be presumptuous!"

"His Royal Highness!" Mu Zhiming said sadly, "21 years ago, Gu Heyan's grandfather Gu Yan died in battle! 19 years ago, his uncle, Gu Chi, who was only 29 years old, died in battle! Six years ago, his father Gu Yan died in battle! Miao, die in battle! The Gu family is full of loyalists, and now only Gu Heyan is left! The Gu family has never let Da Jin down!"

Every word weeps, every sentence weeps blood!

Both civil and military officials in the Manchu Dynasty were moved!

The effect of the protective pill began to disappear, and Mu Zhiming felt the pain eroding his body. He knew that he didn't have much time, so he fell down suddenly, touched the ground with his palm, and knocked his forehead hard. Sun Zhaozhao! I implore His Royal Highness, to re-examine the case of General Gu’s treason! Let the loyal bones not be cold!"

At this moment, the Minister of Dali Temple walked out of the queue and knelt down behind Mu Zhiming: "His Royal Highness! There is indeed insufficient evidence for General Gu's conspiracy, and there are many doubts! You should not draw a conclusion immediately!"

Fu Qi pointed his fingers angrily, trembling: "You... you!"

The words of the Dali Temple Minister fell, and more civil servants and generals stood in the position of admonition.

Every sound is the words of seconding the retrial.

In this world, only the will of the people can resist the monopoly of power.

Mu Zhiming still maintained the kowtow posture, there was a strong smell of blood in his nasal cavity, he was trembling with pain and had to grit his teeth to bear it, but he didn't care about it.

He knows he's done it.

Perhaps such turmoil was not enough for Fu Qi to release Gu Heyan from prison immediately.

But after that, Fu Qiding didn't dare to execute Gu Heyan immediately.

He only wants Gu Heyan to live, as long as Gu Heyan can live longer, and then he will think of a way, he...

Afterwards, all thoughts fell into the darkness, Mu Zhiming's body tilted, and he fainted in a pool of blood.

When Mu Zhiming passed out, in the Hall of Mental Cultivation, the imperial concubine who had been guarding beside the dragon couch heard a cough.

She turned her head to look, and surprise immediately jumped into her bright eyes.

"Your Majesty! You are awake!!!"