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

"Yi'er."

Fu Yi heard Mu Qingwan calling herself softly.

She couldn't restrain her emotions, sobbed non-stop, her tears were dim and she tried to speak clearly: "It's me, I didn't take good care of you, I will accompany you."

She clenched the dagger tightly and was about to slash at her neck, resolute and decisive, without fear or remorse.

"Queen! Don't, queen!" Fu Ji'an was terrified, dragging his injured arm and struggling to get up to stop it.

The sharp blade of the dagger cut blood on Mu Qingwan's fair and fragile neck, but the next moment, she couldn't use any more force.

Fu Yi's lungs were punctured, his mouth was full of blood and the temperature of his limbs was drained, but he didn't know where the strength came from, he rushed forward suddenly, and firmly held Mu Qingwan's wrist.

Due to the momentum, the two fell to the ground, and both fell on the nine golden steps.

Without any thought or hesitation, at the moment of falling, Mu Qingwan held Fu Yihu in her arms and used her body to counteract the pain of hitting the ground. He rescued him like that in his arms.

After falling to the ground, Fu Yi still tightly held Mu Qingwan's wrist. He looked at her, the veins on his forehead popped up, and every time he said a word, he vomited a mouthful of blood, but he didn't stop, letting the blood stain his body red. Chin and placket.

"Don't die, live on." Fu Yi growled like a beast trapped in a cage, "I don't want you to go with me, I want you to live on."

"Yi'er." Mu Qingwan was crying so hard that she couldn't utter a complete sentence. She covered Fu Yi's wound with trembling hands, covering the chest that she pierced with her own hands. Blood spilled out between her fingers, warm and sticky to the touch. Stimulating her fingertips, telling her that the matter has become an irreversible foregone conclusion.

"Mu Qingwan." Fu Yi's mind began to blur. He held his breath and refused to be killed by a bull's head and a horse face. He didn't ask how Mu Qingwan could be so cruel. He said intermittently what he wanted to tell her, "You before Said, if, if you can live a new life, you will choose to enter the palace, you say, if you don’t come, who will protect me, but, ahem, but if you can really live a new life, don’t, don’t enter the palace again, You go, go to the desert, go to the grassland, go wherever you want, the palace is too cold, don't come, I don't need you to protect me, I can survive alone..."

Fu Yi lived two lifetimes, and told many people that I love you because of benefit, because of benefit, because of desire, because of all kinds, these three words, he said so lightly.

But until his death, he only said to Mu Qingwan.

I don't need you to protect me, I can survive alone.

After Fu Yi finished speaking, it seemed as if he had finally let go of his last obsession and unwillingness, his pupils gradually lost their light, he closed his eyes, and the hand tightly holding Mu Qingwan's wrist fell heavily to the ground.

Mu Qingwan finally couldn't help it, and hugged Fu Yi's corpse and burst into tears, heartbroken, as if she wanted to cry all the tears in this life.

"Mother's queen." Fu Ji'an staggered over and threw himself beside the two of them. He looked at Fu Yi whose chest was no longer heaving, and was also distraught.

"Jian, why, why can't I meet Yi'er in an ordinary family, and I can't give birth to you in an ordinary family." Mu Qingwan cried until her voice was hoarse, blood mixed with tears, soaking the sleeves of her crimson golden cloud and phoenix empress court dress.

The phoenix was stained with blood, the empress stopped the Dajin royal infighting, and Mu Qingwan killed her child with her own hands.

Just when Fu Yi was stabbed, there was chaos outside the Taiping Hall.

The tens of thousands of soldiers of the Southern Border Army who were approaching the Hall of Peace were bumped into by the iron cavalry of the Melting Flame Army who came from nowhere.

Hao Tianqin rode his horse and rushed to the front, shouting 'escort' and: "Rebels who resist, kill them, and those who surrender immediately can still survive!!!" The majestic and majestic foot made the heart tremble.

The leading generals of the Southern Border Army agreed to plot rebellion because Zhong Zhaofan had a clue and were threatened by him and King Su. At this moment, all of them wanted to lay down their weapons and surrender to save their lives. All of a sudden, the army in the southern border was in a state of chaos, and they were defeated without attack.

Zhong Zhaofan was originally a sinner who was exiled in the extremely cold place. He wanted to regain power by relying on King Su. If this failed, he would surely die. So when he saw the melting flame army rushing, he couldn't help shouting to the lieutenant beside him in panic: " Where is His Royal Highness Su Wang!! Why is there a melting flame army in the capital! This is different from what was agreed! Where is His Royal Highness Su Wang?!"

But in this chaotic situation, who can answer him.

Zhong Zhaofan forced himself to calm down and led his troops to the Taiping Hall. He wanted to see King Su!

After all, his force was higher than that of ordinary soldiers. With the help of several trusted lieutenants, Zhong Zhaofan hacked and killed dozens of forbidden soldiers, and soon boarded the corridor of Tai Chi Hall.

At this moment, someone shouted loudly: "King Su is dead! King Su is dead!"

This sound seemed to pour a ladle of cold water into the boiling oil pan, and everyone was shocked.

Zhong Zhaofan only felt that his limbs were cold for a moment, and the fear of death dragged him into the terrible abyss, and all his bones were pierced by the sharp claws of the ghost.

He doesn't want to die, he doesn't want to die.

That was the only thought in Zhong Zhaofan's mind after his fear.

He wants to survive, he wants a way to survive, he wants a bargaining chip.

It seems that there is no end to the road, and as soon as this idea appeared in Zhong Zhaofan's mind, he saw a person.

Mu Zhiming.

Mu Zhiming held a long sword and was protected in the human wall formed by the forbidden army. For some reason, he was in a trance and his breathing was short, as if he was looking for something, he kept looking at the square of the Taiping Palace, trembling almost to tears.

Without any hesitation, Zhong Zhaofan rushed over brandishing his red-tasseled long spear. While killing the imperial guards, he said to dozens of lieutenants: "Catch him! That man in white with a sword! Capture him alive!"

The sound of approaching fighting brought Mu Zhiming back to his senses.

Mu Zhiming turned his head to look over, and met the eyes of Zhong Zhaofan who was less than ten meters away from him.

But in a moment, Mu Zhiming immediately understood that Zhong Zhaofan was coming for him!

There were not many imperial troops left, and the rest were protecting the royal family and concubines who failed to escape in time. There were only a few imperial troops around Mu Zhiming, and they couldn't resist Zhong Zhaofan and his lieutenants at all.

Mu Zhiming didn't hesitate, and immediately ran in the opposite direction where Zhong Zhaofan came.

"Damn!" Zhong Zhaofan cursed, and ran after him.

Most of the soldiers of the Southern Border Army had dropped their weapons, gave up resisting and chose to surrender. Mu Zhiming's escape was not blocked. He was extremely calm and had a clear purpose. He knew that Zhong Zhaofan was coming towards him and wanted to hold him hostage.

As long as he escapes to the melting flame army, Zhong Zhaofan can't do anything to him.

Although the Southern Border Army has been routed, tens of thousands of people are blocking the white marble steps in front of the Hall of Peace, crowded and jammed, and the officers and soldiers of the Melting Flame Army can't reach the Hall of Peace for a while, they are all on the square in front of the Hall of Peace.

Mu Zhiming wanted to get the protection of the Flame Army, but he couldn't go from the white marble steps to the square in front of the Taiping Hall, because there would be too many people in front of him, he couldn't rush through, and Zhong Zhaofan could easily catch up with him.

The best way for him to escape at this moment is to escape to the railing of the Taiping Palace, and jump from the base of the palace wall into the square, so that he can get in touch with the Melting Flame Army.

Although the base of the Taiping Hall is five meters high, as long as he protects his head, his life will not be in danger.

Mu Zhiming has already made a decision, without any hesitation in his steps, he will climb up to the railing of the Taiping Hall.

But he was still a step behind.

Zhong Zhaofan arrived, grabbed his arm, and pulled him off the railing.

Mu Zhiming staggered back, turned around to fight desperately, and swung his sword forward, but his skills were inferior to others, and Zhong Zhaofan grabbed his wrist instead. Zhong Zhaofan was also a cruel person, and he twisted and dislocated Mu Zhiming's wrist without hesitation.

Accompanied by a slight 'click' sound, Mu Zhiming was so painful that cold sweat broke out on his forehead, his throat overflowed with screams, his hand was no longer able to hold the sword, and the long sword fell to the ground with a clang.

"Come here!" Zhong Zhaofan became ruthless, grabbing Mu Zhiming's lapel, trying to restrain him.

At this moment, an iron dart flew over suddenly from a distance, cut through the air, and stabbed firmly into Zhong Zhaofan's arm that was holding Mu Zhiming's right hand.

Zhong Zhaofan loosened his grip because of the pain, and Mu Zhiming took the opportunity to push him away suddenly, causing him to retreat a few steps.

"Master Hou, run away!!!"

Hao Tianqin's shout came, and it was he who threw the iron dart.

Mu Zhiming climbed up the white marble railing with his uninjured hand and turned his head to look, but the moment he saw Hao Tianqin, Mu Zhiming suddenly froze and his heart stopped for a second.

He saw the sun-hunting and moon-hunting crossbow on Hao Tianqin's arm.

That person will never easily give up this crossbow to others to wear.

unless that person...

In an instant, the hope that had just surged into Mu Zhiming's heart was shattered in an instant, and he was full of heart, only crying silently in grief.

It was the second he stopped that Zhong Zhaofan rushed over.

Zhong Zhaofan was not reconciled, his eyes widened, and he rushed over to grab Mu Zhiming with a fierce look.

Mu Zhiming didn't give Zhong Zhaofan a chance, and immediately turned over and jumped off the railing.

Mu Zhiming was supposed to hold his head in his hands and roll over to release his strength when he landed, but just now he jumped down in a hurry after being disheartened, and finally he was in the posture of landing on his back.

The time to fall is not even a moment.

But at this moment, the twilight sky came into Mu Zhiming's eyes.

He suddenly remembered a long time ago.

So long ago that he can't even remember.

He was standing on the majestic city wall of a small town on the border of the desert. Someone once said such a sentence to him.

"As long as I'm by your side, I'll catch you."

In an instant, the wind picked up in my ears, accompanied by the sound of neighing horses.

The fall did hurt, but it was not as painful as Mu Zhiming imagined, because his back did not touch the hard ground, but an embrace.

The embrace was not warm, because the person who hugged Mu Zhiming was wearing blood-stained and cold hard silver mirror armor.

The force of Mu Zhiming's fall caused the horse under the two of them to stagger and neigh. Seeing that it was about to fall, the man hugged Mu Zhiming tightly, resolutely abandoned the horse, jumped off the horse's back, and rolled twice on the ground while protecting Mu Zhiming. It is to hold your body.

"Are you injured!?" Gu Heyan frowned, and embraced Mu Zhiming, who was always cold and reticent, asked this question anxiously and distressed.

Mu Zhiming stared at him blankly, as if he couldn't recognize anyone.

"Did it hurt from the fall?" Gu Heyan blamed himself, "I'm sorry, I was late."

Mu Zhiming finally reacted.

He rushed over, hugging Gu Heyan tightly as if he wanted to embed him in his flesh and blood, and burst into tears regardless of face.