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

Mu Zhiming and Wen Heyin came to the General's Mansion in a carriage. Seeing the simple plaque and rich family, Mu Zhiming was as surprised as he was when he first arrived at the age of 15.

Walking to the door, Mu Zhiming raised his hand and knocked on the door, Wen Zhongcheng came out to greet him.

Seeing that it was Mu Zhiming who came, he warmly greeted him: "Mr. Mu, long time no see."

Mu Zhiming didn't have any impression of him, he smiled back embarrassingly, not knowing what to say.

Wen Heyin said: "We are here to find the book that is placed here with the general."

"Okay." Wen Zhongcheng invited the two into the mansion, wanting to lead the way, "I'll take the two to the general's wing."

"It's okay, we can go by ourselves." Wen Heyin said.

Mu Zhiming was surprised, Ayin didn't treat herself as an outsider too much.

Unexpectedly, Wen Zhongcheng nodded as if he was used to it: "Okay."

After all, Wen Zhongcheng left, not to mention the two of them as outsiders.

"Let's go, young master." Wen Heyin waved and walked forward.

"A Yin." Mu Zhiming hurriedly followed Wen Heyin's footsteps, and pulled his arm, "This is the General's Mansion, we are wandering around like this, isn't it in compliance with the rules? Won't we bump into others?"

"No." Wen Heyin said, "Aunt Liang's family usually lives in the General's Mansion, there is no one else."

Mu Zhiming was uneasy: "But...we are outsiders after all..."

Wen Heyin: "Master, you are not an outsider of the general, you are an insider of the general."

Mu Zhiming coughed violently: "...Ayin, do you know what the wife means?"

Wen Heyin has reason and evidence: "An outsider refers to a person who has no relatives or friends, so an insider must mean a family."

Mu Zhiming: "Okay...it can indeed be explained in this way."

While talking, the two of them had walked through the moss path to the east wing, and Mu Zhiming saw the verdant sycamore leaves at a glance, the sky was light and cloudy, and the ground was full of shade.

For some reason, looking at this sycamore tree, Mu Zhiming felt inexplicable palpitations.

He stood under the shadow of the mottled tree and raised his head, Gu Heyan's ink-stained eyes flashed in front of his eyes.

"Master." Wen Heyin called out, bringing Mu Zhiming back to his senses.

Mu Zhiming turned his head to look, and saw that Heyin pushed open the door of the wing room without hesitation, and went straight in.

Mu Zhiming was startled, walked over quickly, and found that Wen Heyin had already started looking for books everywhere, he hurriedly said: "Ayin, this, this is not right."

"Huh?" Wen Heyin looked up, "What's wrong?"

Knowing that there is no one around, Mu Zhiming still lowered his voice: "This is the general's residence, why don't we break in so casually?"

Wen Heyin waved his hand: "It's okay, young master, let's find a book."

Mu Zhiming is still uneasy: "Then you remember to return the original, and don't rummage through private places..."

Wen Heyin: "I know, I know."

Mu Zhiming hesitated on the spot, trying to calm down, and began to look for it.

I didn't look carefully when I entered the room just now, but now Mu Zhiming looked around, extremely surprised.

There is so much of him here.

On the desk is his jasper bamboo forest pen holder, beside the pen holder is a stack of casual books, on the wall is his pen and ink Danqing, on the couch is his kiln white glazed green pillow, even in the wardrobe, everything is neat and orderly. Folding his clothes.

There are traces of his habitation everywhere.

Mu Zhiming looked at those objects in a trance, and for a moment forgot that he was here to find books.

At this moment, Wen Heyin pulled out a wooden box from the closet, he opened it, and immediately let out a 'huh', and called out to Mu Zhiming: "Master, come and see."

"Huh? Did you find it?" Mu Zhiming walked to Wen Heyin's side and looked down.

I saw a celadon medicine jar and a phoenix lantern inside the wooden box.

The phoenix lanterns are a little faded, and I think it has been here for some years.

"Isn't this the medicine you gave the general to treat his hand injury back then?" Wen Heyin recognized the celadon medicine pot.

Mu Zhiming asked: "Hand injury?"

"En." Wen Heyin nodded, "At that time, the general was injured by a poisoned arrow in his arm, and he returned to Beijing to recuperate. You don't know where you got the medicine. Just deliver it yourself."

Mu Zhiming: "Then, did the injury on the general's arm heal?"

"Healed up." Wen Heyin said.

Just as Mu Zhiming wanted to breathe a sigh of relief, he heard Wen Heyin say: "But the general was imprisoned some time ago, and I heard that his right hand was injured again."

Hearing this, a feeling of depression instantly occupied Mu Zhiming's chest, and when he spoke, his tone was extremely displeased: "The general is in prison? The general has always been loyal to Da Jin, why is he in prison?"

"It's a long story. Anyway, the general was framed by someone. Fortunately, the matter is over." Wen Heyin closed the wooden box and put it back in the closet. He looked up and saw something, and pointed forward, "Hey , Master, there is a bookshelf over there, will the book you are looking for be on it?"

"I'll go and have a look." Mu Zhiming turned around and walked to the bookshelf, carefully searching row by row, and actually found the book he wanted on the third floor.

Mu Zhiming was overjoyed, took out the book, flipped through it, and accidentally found a piece of paper in the book.

He took out the paper suspiciously and unfolded it, and was dumbfounded.

It is full of Gu Heyan's name, and there is also a poem: short-term lovesickness is endless.

And the handwriting is exactly Mu Zhiming's own handwriting.

"Master, have you found it?" Wen Heyin's voice rang in Mu Zhiming's ear.

Mu Zhiming suddenly stuffed the paper back into the book and closed it, he was so flustered that he couldn't even speak clearly: "No, no, what?"

"Didn't find it?" Wen Heyin approached, "Isn't this the book in your hand?"

"Yes, yes." Mu Zhiming held the book tightly with both hands, afraid that Wen Heyin would reach out to take it, "This is it."

"Master." Wen Heyin was puzzled, "What's wrong with you?"

Mu Zhiming's eyes fluttered around: "It's nothing, you...you go and play, I want to sit here by myself for a while."

"Oh." Wen Heyin scratched his head, and he said tactfully, "Okay, then I'll go and see Aunt Liang and the others, I haven't been here for a long time."

Mu Zhiming nodded: "Well, let's go."

When Wen Heyin left, Mu Zhiming let out a long breath, slowly spread the book in his hand, and looked at the paper.

The words were indeed his, but Mu Zhiming didn't have the slightest impression.

I don't know when it was written, and I don't know why it was written.

Mu Zhiming felt unwilling and tried hard to remember, but his head began to ache, and even the sky and the earth seemed to start to spin.

At this moment, a child's voice came from the door: "Come on, come and chase me!"

When the voice came, so did the people. A four or five-year-old boy with a long tail knocked open the door of Wen Heyin's room, which he didn't close tightly, and ran in recklessly. With sharp eyes and quick hands, he picked him up.

Juanniang followed behind the child, and shouted distressedly: "Cong'er, you can't enter this wing, come back quickly... Ah, Mr. Mu." Seeing Mu Zhiming in the room, Juanniang shouted in surprise.

Mu Zhiming handed the child to Juanniang, and smiled kindly, "Are you a servant of the General's Mansion?"

Juanniang picked up the child, looked at Mu Zhiming's incomparably unfamiliar appearance to her, remembered that Mu Zhiming had lost his memory and forgot things before, and now realized it was true, she replied: "Yes."

"Master Mu, Mr. Mu, the one who named me Mr. Mu." The child suddenly giggled.

"Huh? Did I take your name?" Mu Zhiming was surprised.

The child answered decisively: "Yes."

Juanniang smiled, and without waiting for Mu Zhiming to ask, she took the initiative to explain: "Seven years ago, my young master led the army to the frontier, Mr. Mu, you often came to the general's mansion to take care of us for the young master. After Cong'er was born, we asked you named him."

"Seven years ago?" Mu Zhiming thought thoughtfully, "So I was thinking about the general so early?"

Juanniang covered her lips and laughed, only then did Mu Zhiming realize that he had accidentally said what was in his heart, and his cheeks turned red all the way to his ears.

Juanniang said: "I don't know when Mr. Mu fell in love with my young master, but my young master has really liked you for a long time."

Mu Zhiming couldn't believe it: "Really?"

"Of course it's true." Juanniang said, "Master Mu, when my young master was 16 years old, you and Lord Yan Guogong came to visit, and he went to Jiyuezhai to buy pastries, and asked us again. Which clothes does he look good on? I'm so nervous! Tell me, this isn't liking, what is it?"

Mu Zhiming was stunned, but in just a few days, those small past and memories, those he knew and didn't know, all reminded him who had forgotten the past, he and Gu Heyan fell in love with each other.

After returning to Mu's mansion, Mu Zhiming was still thinking about what Juanniang said, and he couldn't even sleep well.

Insomnia is a painful thing, Mu Zhiming tossed and turned on the couch, feeling irritable and uncomfortable.

It was late at night, insects were chirping loudly, and suddenly, there was a slight creaking sound from the door.

Mu Zhiming was taken aback for a moment, and then quickly pulled the quilt and closed his eyes to pretend to be asleep, extremely skillful.

Gu Heyan obviously just rushed back to the capital from Luodu Daying Camp, and he walked into the wing slowly in anticipation of the chilly spring night wind, closing the door very lightly without making a sound.

He walked to the side of the bed by the moonlight and saw Mu Zhiming sleeping soundly, his heart was at peace.

Gu Heyan stretched out his hand, wanting to touch Mu Zhiming's cheek, but when his hand was about to touch him, Gu Heyan was worried about waking him up, so he silently took his hand back.

Gu Heyan silently watched Mu Zhiming's sleeping face for a while, and then sat down on the side of the bed like last time, wanting to sit like this until dawn.

However, before he could sit still, the person on the couch opened his eyes and said softly, "General..."

Gu Heyan, who had always been calm and calm, panicked instantly, got up without saying a word, and was about to leave, and even stretched out his hands to cover his face, trying not to be seen by Mu Zhiming.

"General!" Mu Zhiming propped up his upper body with one hand, and grabbed Gu Heyan's wrist with the other.

Gu Heyan, who was caught by Mu Zhiming, seemed to have been cast with a fixation spell, he who could easily shake off Mu Zhiming's hand, was unable to move at this moment.

Gu Heyan: "Yes, I'm sorry... I... just... just..."

"General." Mu Zhiming smiled, "Come and rest on the couch, don't sit by the footrest, it's so uncomfortable."

Gu Heyan couldn't believe his ears: "You, what did you say?"

Mu Zhiming repeated it patiently: "Don't go back to the next room, sleep next to me."