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

At night, there is no wind and no clouds, the sky embraces the bright moon, and the clear light falls in the arms.

Mu Zhiming opened his eyes in a daze, feeling that his limbs were sore and weak, and he didn't know the time. After a long while, he remembered that he seemed to have fallen into the water yesterday.

He stretched out his hand and touched the back of his head that was still hurting, and felt the sluggish cotton feel from his fingertips, probably because he knocked his head. Now Mu Zhiming would have a splitting headache whenever he tried to recall the past, and even He couldn't even remember what happened yesterday.

Mu Zhiming no longer tried to recall, and planned to close his eyes and rest for a while.

At this moment, the door of the wing room was gently pushed open, and a person walked in slowly.

Mu Zhiming was stunned.

Even Wen Heyin and Caiwei, who are close to him, would knock on the door when entering his wing, let alone other servants.

Although the man did not disturb himself, he did push the door open without any notice.

Besides, it was late at night.

Who will come?

Mu Zhiming propped himself up and sat up on the bed, and turned his head to look.

At the same time, the man lit the candles on the candlesticks, the flames danced, and the warm light scattered in every corner of the room.

Mu Zhiming's eyes were slightly squinted by the light, and when he looked up, his whole body was stiff as a stone, and he was stunned.

Gu Heyan held a bowl full of decoction and blew hot air while scooping it up, then slowly walked to the side of the bed and sat down.

In an instant, countless thoughts flashed through Mu Zhiming's mind.

In the end there was only one thing left that made his hair stand on end.

He suddenly realized why he felt so disobedient when he saw Gu Heyan in Su Wang's mansion during the day.

because.

Gu Heyan is already dead...

Three months ago, he died fighting on the frontier against the Goji tribe!

Thinking of this, Mu Zhiming broke out in a cold sweat instantly, his throat seemed to be strangled by sharp claws, he couldn't make a sound or move.

Gu Heyan concentrated on blowing the heat of the soup, and didn't notice anything strange about Mu Zhiming. He scooped up a spoonful, touched it with his lips, and after making sure it wasn't hot, he handed it to Mu Zhiming's lips, and said softly, "Drink the medicine. "

Mu Zhiming: "?"

Mu Zhiming was trembling all over, he didn't dare to drink.

He recited in his heart Namo Amitabha Buddha, the law of man, the law of earth, the law of heaven, the law of heaven, the law of nature, the law of nature, and the demons will quickly retreat.

General Gu, we have no grievances or enmities, why did you come to claim my life at night?

The way you claim your life is so strange!

Didn’t the ghosts in those books with strange powers kill their lives either strangle their necks with long fingernails or strangle them with iron chains?Why are you persuading people to drink medicine?

Holding the porcelain spoon, Gu Heyan found that Mu Zhiming hadn't moved for a long time, not only did he not intend to drink the medicine, but he was also staring at himself, his eyes were round and his lips trembled slightly, as if he was very frightened.

Gu Heyan thought for a while and said, "It's not bitter."

Mu Zhiming moved into the bed bit by bit, his voice was trembling with fear: "I can't drink even if it's not bitter."

Gu Heyan thought about it again, brought the medicine bowl to his lips, and put half of the medicine bowl into his mouth.

Seeing him suddenly taking medicine on his own, Mu Zhiming was extremely astonished.

Then in the next second, something that shocked him even more happened.

Gu Heyan grabbed his wrist, pulled him in front of him, put his hand on the back of his neck, and leaned over to kiss him skillfully.

Mu Zhiming: "???"

Mu Zhiming opened his mouth wide in surprise, which made it easier for Gu Heyan to pass the medicine into his mouth. Gu Heyan was afraid that Mu Zhiming would choke, so he passed it slowly. Although Mu Zhiming resisted in his heart, his lips, tongue and throat But because of the warm soup, he swallowed instinctively and swallowed all the medicine.

After Gu Heyan took a mouthful of medicine, he let go of Mu Zhiming, ready to take another mouthful.

"Stop!" Mu Zhiming stretched out his hand to stop him with his face flushed, he swallowed several times before swallowing the bitter taste of the medicine in his mouth, he said resignedly, "Give me the medicine bowl, I will drink it myself."

Gu Heyan nodded, and put the medicine bowl in his palm.

Mu Zhiming looked at the black soup in the bowl with ripples due to sloshing, and thought: either he is crazy, or...

He is dreaming.

In this situation, there must be an explanation!

Mu Zhiming thought to himself: Anyway, in the current situation, even if he is killed, he can't escape. If he wants to try, then try something cruel.

Thinking of this, Mu Zhiming raised his head, summoned up his courage, and suddenly stretched out his hand.

he!She pinched Gu Heyan's cheek with all her strength!

Gu Heyan: "..."

The soft and warm touch of the skin startled Mu Zhiming, he withdrew his hand in a panic, and asked in a trembling voice: "It hurts, does it hurt?"

Gu Heyan was silent for a moment, touched Mu Zhiming's forehead, and after confirming that his fever hadn't gotten worse, he said, "It doesn't hurt." But half of Gu Heyan's cheeks turned red.

Mu Zhiming: "What? Doesn't it hurt? Really doesn't it hurt?"

Gu Heyan nodded.

Mu Zhiming patted his chest and let out a long breath!

It never occurred to me that I was dreaming!

Also, only dreaming can explain everything in front of you clearly!

But this dream is too real!

Mu Zhiming couldn't help but lick the lips that still had Gu Heyan's temperature, he thought to himself, so in his dream, the lips of the iron-blooded and cold general were so soft and warm when kissed.

After feeling that everything was a dream, Mu Zhiming was no longer afraid.

What's more, Gu Heyan didn't appear like a terrifying evil spirit dripping with blood. On the contrary, he was wearing an elegant plain white shirt with curly moiré patterns. Although his expression was indifferent, the eyes he looked at were full of tenderness that couldn't be concealed. It is completely different from the ice-cold general in Mu Zhiming's impression.

Mu Zhiming couldn't help being a little puzzled.

Why did I suddenly dream of Gu Heyan?

Still such a strange dream.

Gu Heyan opened his mouth, recalling Mu Zhiming's trance thoughts: "The medicine is getting cold."

Mu Zhiming: "Huh?"

Gu Heyan: "Drink quickly."

Mu Zhiming: "Okay, okay."

Mu Zhiming took a deep breath, raised his head and drank the medicine in one gulp, swallowing it whole.

Gu Heyan took the empty bowl in his hand, touched Mu Zhiming's cheek and lightly stroked his black hair, then walked to the table and put the empty bowl on the table.

Mu Zhiming stared blankly at his back, stretched out his hand to press the place Gu Heyan touched.

Gu Heyan, this is...

Soothe yourself?

this dream...

How fucking weird.

Gu Heyan put the empty bowl away and blew out the candles. The bright moonlight shone through the half-open window, and the outlines of things in the room could be vaguely seen. He walked back to the bed and began to take off his outer clothes.

Mu Zhiming: "?!?!"

What is going on with this dream, why is it getting more and more strange.

Gu Heyan put away his clothes, put on the bed with only his snow-white jacket, and sat beside Mu Zhiming: "Let's rest."

Mu Zhiming really couldn't turn his head around, he didn't make any movements, just stared at Gu Heyan in a daze.

Gu Heyan said: "Not today, you are sick."

Mu Zhiming: "Huh?"

What's not working, what's not working?

Gu Heyan put his hands on Mu Zhiming's shoulders, pushed him down on the bed, covered him with the quilt and tucked it up to his chin, and then lay down beside Mu Zhiming.

Mu Zhiming was so frightened that he didn't dare to move his hands and feet. He put his hands close to his body and his legs together, and lay straight like a crossbar, staring at the hollow pattern on the canopy bed. Just as he was thinking about what he had heard or done recently, So much so that when he dreamed of Gu Heyan, Mu Zhiming heard the people around him talking.

Gu Heyan hesitated, hesitated, his words were very vague, he asked: "Today, who called..."

Before he could speak, he fell silent, as if he was thinking about what to say.

Mu Zhiming: "What?"

Gu Heyan: "It's nothing, go to sleep."

Mu Zhiming looked confused.

Sparse stars and pale moon scattered floating clouds, the room was quiet for a moment, and Gu Heyan spoke again.

As if he was afraid of disturbing something, he said softly, "Can I hug you to sleep?"

Hearing this, Mu Zhiming was dumbfounded.

why! ! !

Why does Gu Heyan look like this in my dream! ?

He dreamed that Gu Heyan was holding a blood-dropping long sword, and it would be more normal for him to be beheaded by the enemy riding an iron horse with the blade!

No, no, it's not normal to dream about these things! !

Seeing that Mu Zhiming didn't answer for a long time, Gu Heyan's eyes dimmed, and he muttered in frustration: "Can't you?"

With his appearance, how could Mu Zhiming, who has always been soft-hearted, say no, Mu Zhiming nodded and said, "OK."

This sound is like thunder and thunder in early spring. Once the ice and snow are gone, all things wake up and open their eyes to see the beautiful world.

Gu Heyan's gloomy eyes lit up little by little. He reached out and took Mu Zhiming into his arms. He hugged him tightly for a moment, then because he was worried that Mu Zhiming would not sleep well, he relaxed his arms and hugged Mu Zhiming vaguely. Follow Mu Zhiming.

Suddenly, an indescribable emotion rose in Mu Zhiming's chest.

It's like the waves rolling up the snow-white foam, you can clearly see it, but when you reach out to grab it, you can't hold it in your palm.

Mu Zhiming wanted to say something for no reason, no matter what it was.

So he opened his mouth and said, "General, after sunset in the daytime, I also dreamed of you."

Gu Heyan: "Huh?"

What is dreaming too?

Mu Zhiming continued: "You just stood there, looking at me, with distress and a little sadness hidden deep in your eyes, it seemed that you wanted to say a lot to me, but you remained silent and didn't say anything."

Gu Heyan thought that what Mu Zhiming was talking about was when he was in a coma, so he patted him on the back reassuringly: "It's all right, it's all right now, go to sleep."

"Okay." Mu Zhiming closed his eyes.

Perhaps it was because of the decoction, although Mu Zhiming just woke up, he soon became sleepy again, and after closing his eyes for a while, he fell asleep peacefully.

In the early morning, the sun was high and the wind was warm, and birds were singing from the eaves. Mu Zhiming woke up from his sleep, and when he turned around, he saw that there was no one around him.

He looked around, there was no Gu Heyan in the huge wing room, only himself.

Mu Zhiming lay on the couch in a daze, thinking to himself, it really is a dream.

At the same time, Wen Heyin leaped lightly into the corridor of Mu's mansion, stopped an attendant who was usually in charge of the courtyard where Mu Zhiming lived, and asked him: "Is General Gu there? Is it convenient for me to go find the young master now?"

The attendant said: "General Gu went to Luodu camp before dawn."

"Oh good!" Wen Heyin nodded, ran to Mu Zhiming's wing, reached the door, raised his hand and knocked on the door: "Master, it's me."

"A Yin? Come in." Mu Zhiming's voice came from inside the room.

"Master." Wen Heyin pushed the door open, "I heard that you fell into the water yesterday, are you alright?"

"It's okay." Mu Zhiming said as he touched his forehead, seeing that the fever had subsided, he smiled.

"That's good." Wen Heyin called the maid to serve Mu Zhiming to wash, dress, dress and hair.

After the matter was over, Mu Zhiming walked out of the wing room, looked at the clear wind and bright sky, stretched his waist, let out a long breath, smiled and said to Wen Heyin: "Ayin, the weather is really nice today, I'll take you with me later." You go to Danqingfang to play, okay? There is a literary and ink competition there today, and I will definitely come out on top for the seventh time!" He spoke confidently, with a youthful air of fearlessness.

Wen Heyin blinked: "Master, you seem to be a little different today than usual."

Mu Zhiming asked with a smile, "Why did you say that?"

Wen Heyin: "In the past, you always had a preoccupied appearance, worrying about something every day, and today it seems that everything that was in your heart has disappeared."