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

Gu Heyan took the invitation card and looked at it over and over again, without saying a word for a long time.

Although he did nothing wrong, Mu Zhiming felt an inexplicable guilt. He tugged on Gu Heyan's sleeve, and smiled flatteringly: "Sit down and talk."

Gu Heyan glanced at him, and sat down on the round stool beside the table.

Mu Zhiming picked up the white porcelain teapot on the table, poured him a glass of water, put it in front of him, and then said: "I sent someone to send it last night, but I haven't replied yet."

"En." Gu Heyan narrowed his eyes, put the invitation card on the table, covered the side with the words "Li Zhu Qinqi" on the table, looked up at Mu Zhiming: "Are you going to the appointment?"

"I..." Mu Zhiming hesitated.

Yesterday, his thoughts were all on Gu Heyan's return to Beijing, and he completely forgot about it. He didn't think about going to the appointment at all, so when he was asked suddenly, he couldn't give an answer.

The shadow of the moon on the screen window followed the flowers, and there was a moment of silence in the wing room.

Taking advantage of this quiet moment, Mu Zhiming thought about it seriously, and then said: "He Yan, after you were imprisoned last time, Fu Yi did help out without asking for anything in return, so this banquet is reasonable for me. I shouldn't refuse, and as the saying goes, if you don't enter the tiger's den, you won't catch the tiger's cub, if this time, I can figure out what Fu Yi's plan is in this life, I can think about countermeasures in the future."

Gu Heyan asked: "Aren't you worried that it's a Hongmen banquet?"

Mu Zhiming shook his head: "No, let's not say that Fu Yi also invited the virtuous king. Besides, if he really wanted to kill me, he had countless chances to do it before. Why didn't he do it then? Act on a calm day."

Gu Heyan fell silent.

Mu Zhiming held Gu Heyan's hand, and said solemnly: "He Yan, in the past and present lives, my heart is at ease, and only by your side, don't you believe me?"

Gu Heyan said softly: "It's not that I don't believe you, it's just..."

It's just that he was afraid that he would not be able to compete with others.

He hesitated to speak, and held Mu Zhiming's hand back.

It was only then that Mu Zhiming realized that although Gu Heyan had connected with him and was married and intimate, his knot had not been resolved.

However, Gu Heyan has a quiet temperament. He rots his uneasiness and apprehension in his heart, like a child who doesn't cry out for pain when he falls, and endures everything silently. If others don't find out his injury in time, he will Can let the wound fester badly.

Mu Zhiming said: "He Yan, you and I are of one mind, you can tell me what you think in your heart, what you think in your mind."

Gu Heyan nodded.

But still did not speak.

Mu Zhiming smiled helplessly: "Since you nodded, then tell me what you're thinking now."

Gu Heyan looked into his bright eyes, and said softly: "I... miss you very much."

A few simple words made Mu Zhiming's heart tremble.

That's right, the joy of reunion, how can it be disturbed by the complicated world.

Mu Zhiming stood up suddenly, tugged at Gu Heyan: "Come with me."

Although Gu Heyan didn't understand why, he followed Mu Zhiming obediently.

The moonlight entered the house, bright lanterns hung in the corridor, Mu Zhiming pulled Gu Heyan through the corridor and came to the study.

Mu Zhiming is usually quiet when reading, so there are very few servants here, only the green bamboo forest rustling by the wind behind the study is accompanied by the bright moon.

Gu Heyan: "Why are you here?"

Mu Zhiming smiled, didn't answer, pulled him into the study, closed the door tightly, lit candles one after another, and suddenly the study was as bright as day.

Mu Zhiming walked to the cabinet table, where the four treasures of the study had been placed for many years. Mu Zhiming picked up the bowl of clear water on the table, poured some water into the inkstone, and held the ink cube with his sleeves to grind for a while, until the ink was thick. Stopped when it was thick, and then picked a soft-haired wolf hair from the moon white glaze pen holder and handed it to Gu Heyan. Mu Zhiming smiled and said, "Dip in ink."

Gu Heyan thought he was going to write something, took the brush, tapped the tip of the pen on the inkstone to spread the ink evenly, raised his head again, and froze in place.

In an instant, Mu Zhiming had already taken off his light blue clothes and only put on the snow-white obscene clothes, but he didn't stop, he untied his belt and opened his chest.

There are faint scars on his body from the previous nail plate, but Dr. Kuang has been telling him to use ointment to remove the scars, so the white scars don't look hideous and tend to fade away.

"Let's write." Mu Zhiming, who closed the door and talked about fun, never knows how to restrain himself, and now he is laughing wantonly.

Gu Heyan couldn't react, and was at a loss with the brush: "What, what?"

"Aren't you always worried that I don't want you?" Mu Zhiming pointed at his chest, all the way down to his lower abdomen, "Come on, write, this is owned by Gu Heyan, and then I will go to the banquet like this, how about it?"

Gu Heyan: "..."

Mu Zhiming smiled and said: "Why don't you talk? Could it be that writing on the chest is not enough? How about writing on the back? As long as you can feel at ease, you can write anywhere, how about it?"

The bamboo shadow swayed slightly, the candlelight trembled slightly, and the room fell into silence. Gu Heyan looked at Mu Zhiming, then at the brush in his hand, and put the brush down beside the inkstone.

Mu Zhiming thought that he didn't want to make trouble with him, so his playful expression gradually turned into embarrassment.

Unexpectedly, in the next second, Gu Heyan stepped forward, wrapped his hands around Mu Zhiming's waist, then suddenly went down to support his buttocks, and carried him to the desk with a little force. Fortunately, the desk was so big that it didn't touch the pen holder Inkstone, otherwise I don't know what kind of mess it will be.

Mu Zhiming was taken aback, and said dumbfoundingly: "He Yan, this, this is a bit... unseemly..."

After all, Mu Zhiming has the etiquette of a son of a hairpin family in his bones.

Although he dared to tease Gu Heyan shamelessly, he still felt at a loss when he sat on the desk where he usually wrote and studied.

Gu Heyan responded, took up the pen again, pulled off Mu Zhiming's obscene clothes, and began to write on him stroke by stroke.

"Hmm..." Mu Zhiming didn't expect the tingling and tingling sensation when the brush was walking on his body to be so obvious. He grabbed the edge of the table, but there were still one or two ticklish vibratos in his throat.

"He Yan, write, write faster, itches..." Mu Zhiming begged softly.

Gu Heyan paused slightly with his hand holding the pen, glanced at Mu Zhiming, and nodded.

The brush was dipped in this cold ink, from Mu Zhiming's chest all the way down, scribbling wildly, but without reducing the strokes, until the last vertical hook was completed on the lower abdomen.

Mu Zhiming heaved a sigh of relief, thinking that Gu Heyan should be willing to let him go, and wanted to get down from the desk, but Gu Heyan suddenly pressed his shoulder and refused him to move.

Mu Zhiming was wondering, Gu Heyan pushed Mu Zhiming down on the desk with a little force.

The pen holder was knocked down, all the brushes rolled off, and the pens with ink that hadn't dried out were smashed on the clean rice paper, staining everywhere with ink marks that were extremely difficult to wipe off.

"He Yan?" Mu Zhiming was startled, he was dizzy and didn't know what to do, when he suddenly felt that his obscene pants had been taken off, and the base of his thighs had already touched the edge of the desk, and everything below was hanging in the air. At that time, the two slender and straight legs drooped uncomfortably, and I only felt that the lower body was chilly.

Gu Heyan glanced at the desk, picked up a brush that had never been dyed with ink, and put it in a bowl filled with clear water.

He put his hands next to Mu Zhiming's ears, leaned over and kissed him, bit the tip of his tongue, teased the root of his tongue, raised his head after a while, and said: "I also want to write in it."

Mu Zhiming: "!?!?"

Mu Zhiming was frightened and swallowed his air in fright.

No way, what Gu Heyan said was what he understood?

Mu Zhiming: "He Yan, why do you..."

Mu Zhiming wanted to ask him what happened today, although in the past when the two of them acted together, Gu Heyan would occasionally be willful, but he had never acted so recklessly like today.

He only asked three words, and suddenly realized.

Oh, that invitation.

Gu Heyan is jealous!

After thinking about it, Mu Zhiming suddenly felt a lot more relieved. Compared to Gu Heyan's downcast and silent, Mu Zhiming would rather him show some temper.

Just when Mu Zhiming was in a daze, Gu Heyan held down Mu Zhiming's knees, folded his legs, then picked up a brush filled with clear water, stroked the brush smoothly, and lightly twisted the tip of the brush to remove it. Drops of water that are about to drip...

……

No way, no way, no one still doesn’t know where the old place is, right?

……

...Then Gu Heyan picked up the clothes and wrapped Mu Zhiming tightly, carried him back to the wing to wash his body, stuffed him into the soft and comfortable quilt, and after he fell asleep peacefully, he returned to the study to tidy up everything clean.

On the third day of March, Mu Zhiming was still ready to attend the appointment.

Gu Heyan was obviously very worried, and kept circling around Mu Zhiming. Although he didn't say anything, after sending Mu Zhiming into the sedan chair, he pressed his hand on the window of the sedan chair and refused to let go for a long time. It's not right if my husband leaves, and it's not true if I don't leave. I don't dare to ask if I ask, like a light on my back.

Mu Zhiming lifted the curtain of the sedan chair, smiled and said to Gu Heyan: "If I haven't returned to the mansion before the curfew, you can go to Su Wang's mansion to find me."

Gu Heyan: "Okay."

These words reassured Gu Heyan a little, he let go of his hand, and watched the sedan chair leave.

When Mu Zhiming went to King Su's mansion, a servant greeted him respectfully and led him to the depths of the mansion.

It is still the same waterside pavilion with carved beams and painted buildings. It has only two floors. The building is facing a huge pond. Yiyi willows are planted beside the pond. In the pond is an exquisite rockery carved with white jade. The rockery is surrounded by patches of green duckweed.

Now the spring color is strong, and the spring breeze is blowing slightly, wrinkling the water in the pool.

The banquet is placed on the second floor of the attic, with a red sandalwood square table, four pear rattan heart armchairs, and eight precious jade food on the table, which makes people hang down three feet.

Fu Yi had been waiting for a long time, when he saw Mu Zhiming coming, he got up and greeted him with a smile: "Li Zhu, you are here."

Mu Zhiming has added courtesy: "I have met His Royal Highness King Su."

"You don't need to be too polite, please take a seat, Ji'an should be there in a while." Fu Yi smiled.

Mu Zhiming walked over and sat down opposite Fu Yi.

Fu Yi poured wine for Mu Zhiming and exchanged greetings with him: "It seems that we haven't seen each other for a month? You don't want to return to the court to be an official. The number of times we meet is very limited."

"His Royal Highness King Xie Su." Mu Zhiming politely declined, "I can't drink alcohol, I get drunk easily, if I get drunk, it would be bad if I bumped into Your Highness."

Fu Yi smiled and said, "I know your drinking capacity, a glass is fine."

Mu Zhiming could only say: "Then wait until His Royal Highness comes down, let me toast together."

Fu Yi didn't insist anymore: "That's fine."

While he was talking, a young servant hurried up to the attic, and after saluting, he whispered something in Fu Yi's ear.

Fu Yi repeated loudly in surprise.

"What? Ji'an can't make the appointment?"