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

Mu Zhiming didn't know what Gu Heyan was going to do, he was too nervous to speak for a while, his whole body stiffened and his heart beat like a drum, worried that Gu Heyan would find out that he was pretending to sleep.

However, after Gu Heyan stretched out his hand, he didn't do anything out of the ordinary, but carefully tucked the blanket for Mu Zhiming.

Then Gu Heyan sat down on the footrest beside the bed.

He just sat without saying a word, leaning his head lightly on the bedpost of the canopy bed, as if he was beside Mu Zhiming, so that he could have a moment of rest.

Mu Zhiming didn't know what he meant, so he didn't dare to speak out.

So this night, the shadow of the moon moved, and there was no sound. One pretended to sleep and couldn't sleep, and the other slept restlessly until dawn broke.

Mu Zhiming felt sleepy in the early morning, and he closed his eyes for a moment, and when he woke up, Gu Heyan had disappeared.

He sat up and looked around blankly, wondering if last night was his dream.

When eating breakfast in the morning, Mu Zhiming was still thinking about this matter, so he was absent-minded about the meal.

Wen Heyin went into the room to look for him, and handed some things to Mu Zhiming: "General Gu entrusted me to give it to you."

Mu Zhiming took it, and found that it was a letter and a bottle of medicine. The medicine was for bruises, and there were three words written on the letter: I'm sorry.

Mu Zhiming collected the letter and asked Wen Heyin, "Where's the general?"

Wen Heyin: "Go to Luodu Camp."

Mu Zhiming murmured: "The general is really busy with military affairs..."

After breakfast, Wen Heyin rubbed medicine on Mu Zhiming's arm, and Mu Zhiming asked, "Ayin, where does the general rest on weekdays?"

Wen Heyin: "Where else can it be? In your wing."

Mu Zhiming: "cough cough cough... I was asking where he lived yesterday?"

Wen Heyin: "Next door to you, the room at the end of the corridor."

Mu Zhiming nodded thoughtfully.

Wen Heyin: "What's wrong?"

Mu Zhiming pulled down his sleeves and adjusted his clothes, and said to Wen Heyin: "Let's go to the room where the general lives."

When the two entered the wing room, a servant was cleaning and tidying up. Mu Zhiming pushed him away and looked around.

Everything in the guest room is simple and casually furnished, without any trace of private living. Mu Zhiming looked around, but he didn't even find a single item belonging to Gu Heyan.

He didn't want to stay for a long time, so he looked at Wen Heyin, wanting to tell him to leave together. At this moment, Mu Zhiming saw a few pieces of waste paper on the table.

Mu Zhiming walked to the table, picked up the waste paper that was folded randomly and pressed it with a teacup, and saw that there were words of apology written on each of them.

Some are impulsive and reckless, intimidating, embarrassing...

Some wrote that they dare not extravagantly ask for forgiveness...

Some wrote that there is a good medicine, which can cure bruises...

And so on, seven or eight.

Each sheet was scribbled after writing two or three sentences.

Mu Zhiming picked up the letter that Gu Heyan asked Wen Heyin to hand over to him with only three words 'sorry' written on it, and compared the handwriting.

As expected, these were all written by Gu Heyan.

I don't know how long he struggled and troubled before finally deciding to write only the three words 'sorry'.

"Master, what are you looking at? Laughing like this." Wen Heyin asked in puzzlement.

"Huh? Am I smiling?" Mu Zhiming stretched out his hand and pressed the unconscious corners of his mouth.

Wen Heyin: "Yes."

Mu Zhiming couldn't answer, he coughed lightly, and put away the papers one by one.

Wen Heyin leaned over to look: "Master, what are you doing with these waste papers?"

"It's nothing." Mu Zhiming turned sideways calmly, preventing Wen Heyin from seeing the words on the paper, and looked for words to attract his attention, "By the way, what's the date today?"

Wen Heyin: "The sixth day of March."

Mu Zhiming: "Oh? I heard that there is a temple fair in the east of the city today. Shall we go and see it together?"

Wen Heyin: "Okay, okay."

Please open the Buddhist temple, come to worship from all directions, the incense is strong, the sound of gongs and drums is heard from the street to the end of the street, the crowds are crowded, and it is very lively.

Mu Zhiming and Wen Heyin burned incense together, praying for safety, and then went to watch street jugglers. Due to the crowded crowd, Wen Heyin had to follow closely behind Mu Zhiming so as not to be squeezed out.

There are many people, so it is naturally a good time for traitors to fish in troubled waters.

The two had just watched for a while, when they met a man dressed like a quack Taoist.

The man had two mustaches on his lips, held a fortune-telling banner in his hand, and stretched out his hand to stop Mu Zhiming: "Hey, my son, I see that your seal is black, and I'm afraid there will be bloody disasters in the near future! But if you meet me, then But I'm lucky, I can calculate Huang Ji's innate number, know the life and death of life, ten taels of silver, and there is a way to stop the blood disaster."

In his previous life, Mu Zhiming liked to travel around the rivers and lakes, so he was well-informed. How could he be frightened by such words? He smiled: "Oh? This is really strange, sir. I just entered the temple to burn incense. A hexagram, the hexagram says that my lucky star is shining recently, and my luck is in the lead, how can it be completely contrary to what you said?"

The man faltered, murmured twice that he believed it, and walked away.

Mu Zhiming didn't take it to heart, and continued to play with Wen Heyin.

Unexpectedly, by coincidence, half an hour later, the two met the fake Taoist priest again.

The Taoist priest stopped a young man in blue brocade clothes, and he still said the bloody disaster, not changing a single word.

The young man in blue and brocade clothes didn't look alert, but when he heard that he was in trouble, he turned pale with fright, and reached out to take out some money.

Mu Zhiming quickly stepped forward, stopped the hand of Mr. Shuilan Jinyi from handing over the money, and said with a helpless smile: "How can you be so easy to deceive? You can believe whatever he says? Put the money away and follow me. Tell me when will you Did you come to the capital? You didn’t even tell me in advance, it seems like I haven’t seen you in two years, so it’s really strange.”

Master Shuilan Jinyi looked up at him, and asked in confusion, "Who are you? Why did you ask me to go with you?"

Mu Zhiming was stunned: "You don't know me?"

Master Shuilan Jinyi: "I don't know you."

Mu Zhiming's heart skipped a beat.

Seeing that Mu Zhiming ruined his fortune, the Taoist couldn't bear it, so he opened his mouth and said to Mr. Shuilan Jinyi: "My lord, your disaster is because of this man! Hurry up and stay away from him!"

"What?" Young Master Shuilan Jinyi was startled, and he shook off Mu Zhiming's hand vigorously, "You, you, disaster, go away, go away quickly."

Mu Zhiming grabbed him tightly, and said calmly: "Young master, to tell you the truth, I can also read physiognomy, so I know this Taoist priest is lying to you."

The Taoist pointed forward with two fingers: "Little Huangkou, you are talking nonsense."

Wen Heyin rolled up his sleeves and wanted to step forward, but was pulled back by Mu Zhiming, who smiled: "Sir, do you dare to compete with me?"

The Taoist priest's voice was a little softer, but he still stuck his neck and said: "Compare, I'm afraid you won't succeed?"

Mu Zhiming said: "Okay, there are still variables in the future, and it is a skill to know the past. Let's calculate the name, age, and date of birth of this young man, how about?"

Taoist: "For fortune-telling, you must know these things before you can calculate them. How can you calculate them?!"

"Why not?" Mu Zhiming looked at Mr. Shuilan Jinyi, and said confidently, "This Mr. is surnamed Mo, first name Nian, style name Huai, family name of Jinling, two-year crown ceremony, born on the eighth day of the eighth month."

This time, Mo Huai not only did not shake off Mu Zhiming's hand, but also tightly held his hand, his eyes widened, and he said again and again: "Wow, that's right, you are the reincarnation of a fairy?!"

He wanted to see what the Taoist would say, but when he turned his head, there was no Taoist.

"Hey, Taoist priest, where are you going?" Mo doubted, "Isn't it a competition?"

Wen Heyin couldn't stand it any longer, and said, "That's a liar, if you feel guilty, just slip away. There is no one in this world who can know life and death."

Mo Huai turned around and looked at Mu Zhiming adoringly: "Why not, I can just look at this young master! What I just said is correct."

Mu Zhiming smiled, and stopped lying to him: "Mr. Mo, in fact, I know those things only because I know you."

"What? You know me?" Mo Huai was surprised.

Mu Zhiming nodded, bowed his head and said with a smile: "Mu Zhiming, the son of Duke Yan, has long admired the name of the young master of Qianji Pavilion."

Mo Huai: "How do you know me?"

Mu Zhiming thought to himself: Obviously in his memory, when he was wandering the rivers and lakes, he met Mo Huai because of his love of mechanism skills in the misty and misty Suzhou in the south of the Yangtze River, and then became close friends, why Mo Huai doesn't know himself now?

When I go crazy, how can I stuff the name and birthday of Mo Huai, who I don't know, into my mind?

It's really strange.

The answer is naturally impossible, Mu Zhiming smiled and said: "I have been interested in mechanism art since I was a child, and the exquisite mechanism of Qianji Pavilion is famous all over the world, so I naturally know you as the master of the young pavilion."

Mo Huai was full of enthusiasm: "Mr. Mu, I think you are very kind, and you feel like old friends at first sight."

Wen Heyin on the side felt speechless: "You just said that our young master is a disaster, how can we hit it off right away?"

Mo Huai blushed, "I was deceived by that Taoist priest just now, it's okay, I apologize!" He waved his hand carelessly, "Mr. Mu, are you interested in tricks, right? Come on Come, let me show you the babies I brought to the capital this time, they will definitely make your eyes shine!"

Without any explanation, he grabbed Mu Zhiming and left.

Wen Heyin felt that this person was robbing her young master, so she rolled up her sleeves again.

Mu Zhiming smiled when he heard the words, as if he expected Mo Huai to invite him so passionately, he turned his head to let Wen Heyin follow him so that he wouldn't get lost, Wen Heyin had no choice but to give up the idea of ​​beating someone.

Mo Huai came to the capital this time because the old master of Qianji Pavilion was entrusted by Tiangongfang of the Ministry of War to develop gunpowder barrels for the imperial court.

Qianji Pavilion is rich and powerful, bought a building, spent dozens of days, and rebuilt it into a Qianji Pavilion full of organs.

Mo Huai led Mu Zhiming to visit around. The two shared similar interests and soon became friends.

During the conversation, Mu Zhiming mentioned that he had an ancient book on mechanism techniques, and Mo Huai was very interested, and agreed with him that Mu Zhiming would come to Qianji Pavilion with that book to meet again in two days.

So Mu Zhiming started looking for that book after returning home.

He always cherishes books and arranges them neatly, but it is strange that there is no such book on the shelf where he usually puts ancient books.

While rummaging around in the wing room, Mu Zhiming asked Wen Heyin: "Ayin, have you seen my book?"

Wen Heyin: "Is it the book you always read?"

Mu Zhiming: "Yes."

Wen Heyin: "It must be in the General's Mansion."

Mu Zhiming stopped searching, looked at Wen Heyin: "The General's Mansion?"

"Yes." Wen Heyin nodded, "You used to live in the General's Mansion for seven out of ten days, so you moved all your favorite books there."