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

Mu Zhiming restrained his emotions, pretending to walk over calmly: "The fifth prince is looking for me?"

"Yeah." Fu Yi nodded with a smile, but didn't bring up the matter immediately, turned to Fu Ji'an and said, "I want to talk to Li Zhu alone, can you let me take him away for a while?"

Hearing this, Mu Zhiming's blood poured down his body, and his head was about to explode. He quickly said, "I'm sorry, I have an appointment with the Seventh Prince. He is going to practice martial arts in the archery field. I have to accompany him go!"

"Ah?" Fu Ji'an smiled, "It's okay, you can just go with me next time, of course the matter of the emperor is more important!"

Mu Zhiming: "..."

Fu!Ji!install!Don't you fucking want to sleep in for the next year! ! !

Fu Yi smiled: "Thank you here."

"What's there to thank for that!" Fu Ji'an laughed loudly, "Brother, I'm going to practice martial arts in the archery garden! See you later!"

"Wait! Wait..." Mu Zhiming wanted to stop Fu Ji'an, but he waved his hand and ran away, and disappeared after a while.

For a moment, there were only Mu Zhiming and Fu Yi left in the silent corridor where the cicadas were only heard.

When this happened, he could only deal with it. Mu Zhiming stopped panicking and calmed down. He wanted to see what kind of tricks Fu Yi wanted to play.

In the hot and windless afternoon, and the scorching sun, Fu Yi looked at Mu Zhiming, with calm eyes and a faint smile: "My mother is chatting with the concubine and empress in Fengyi Palace today to relieve boredom, you can go to Fengyi Palace with me, Let's talk by the way."

"Okay, I don't know what the Fifth Prince has to say to me?" Mu Zhiming responded indifferently.

"Let's talk as we go." Fu Yi smiled and set off, and the two went to Fengyi Palace together.

Mu Zhiming originally thought that Fu Yi would throw out a bunch of yin and yang rhetoric, but he was just chatting, talking about childhood fun, talking about poetry and prose, when Mu Zhiming was wondering what Fu Yi meant, he approached Fengyi Palace, Fu Yi suddenly said: "There is a saying in the ancients, that's why saints treat people equally. Li Zhu, do you think there are really saints in this world?"

Mu Zhiming was thinking about how to answer in confusion, Fu Yi murmured to himself: "There must be no such thing. All living beings in this world are biased in their hearts. Do you know Li Zhu? The article I wrote silently just now is about politics. I can recite the full text verbatim at the age of six, but..."

Fu Yi smiled, with a strange expression on his face: "The emperor has never praised me, but Fu Ji'an made a typo, and the emperor asked him what reward he wanted, is it funny?" After finishing speaking, he laughed wantonly twice.

Mu Zhiming said indifferently: "In this world, there are more than the Emperor's concern."

Fu Yi restrained his expression and stared at Mu Zhiming with some terror.

Mu Zhiming is not afraid: "The brotherhood Ji'an gave you is stronger than gold and stone, and the imperial concubine gave you the kindness to protect the calf..."

"The imperial concubine?" Fu Yi suddenly interrupted him, and smiled again, with a cold smile, "Do you know the biggest difference between me and Fu Ji'an? My mother's status is low, and I'm just the emperor getting drunk. It's just the evil breed of her, but Mu Qingwan is different..."

"How dare you!" Mu Zhiming snapped, "Call the imperial concubine by her name!!"

"Why don't you dare?!" Fu Yi's voice was louder, his gaze was as fierce as a monster in hell, he approached Mu Zhiming one step at a time, but the next second he saw something, his expression instantly became gentle, hiding everything, and then, The cheerful voice of the imperial concubine came from a distance: "Oh! It's Li Zhu and Yi'er!"

Fu Yi saluted with a smile, and Mu Zhi knew that this was not the time to entangle, so he held his breath and saluted.

The imperial concubine approached the two of them, with a bright smile and a peerless beauty: "Why are you two alone, where is Ji'an?"

"Go back to your mother." Mu Zhiming said, "The Seventh Prince went to practice martial arts in the archery garden."

"Well, then he won't be lucky. The imperial dining room just sent my favorite sesame cloud cake. It's delicious! Let's go!" said the imperial concubine and empress, holding the hands of the two of them, and chanted with a smile Yin ground pulled the two of them into Fengyi Palace.

一

At this time, Fu Ji'an walked to the riding and shooting nursery where the green grass covered the sky, and from a distance he saw a young man in white clothes with a vermilion agate jade on his waist standing in the green bamboo pavilion.

"Master!" Fu Ji'an yelled, and strode over, and the accompanying palace guard worriedly said: "His Royal Highness, slow down, and be careful not to fall."

Gu Heyan was testing the tension of the bow and arrow string in his hand, when he heard the call, he raised his head and greeted him, "Seventh Prince."

"Master, you came early." Fu Ji'an laughed loudly.

Gu Heyan actually felt that this address was inappropriate, but Fu Ji'an insisted on calling it like this, saying that he had the atmosphere of the world, and he yearned for it. Gu Heyan never knew how to argue, so he acquiesced.

"Today I will teach you how to draw a bow." Gu Heyan handed the bow in his hand to Fu Ji'an.

Fu Ji'an made a bitter face: "Master, you are too serious, have we started practicing martial arts now? Don't you even say a few words to me?"

Gu Heyan: "...how do you want to greet me?"

"Just...just..." Fu Ji'an patted his head and hesitated for a long time, without saying anything, he let out a long sigh, "Hey, it would be great if Brother Mu came with me today, he is the best at chatting! "

Gu Heyan's eyes trembled, his expression changed from indifferent to flustered in an instant, and his voice was two points weak: "The prince of Yan Guogong is coming here today?"

Fu Ji'an didn't notice Gu Heyan's emotional change, and said: "I was going to come with me, but Brother Wu Huang had something to ask him, so he left with Brother Huang."

Gu Heyan lowered his head and lowered his eyes, his eyes were a little dim. After a long while, he asked a very inappropriate question: "How is the Fifth Prince treating the son of Duke Yan...?"

"Okay?" Fu Ji'an repeated in confusion. He was only ten years old at the time, how could he understand the bone erosion pain in the sentence "okay?" I like to play with brother Mu, and their relationship is so good that I am a little envious. When I was young, brother Wuhuang often teased my brother and asked him to call himself "brother Yi". At that time, brother Mu was so stupid that he really called him! Brother Huang brought him a lot of sesame cloud cakes, but he didn't give me any, and I was so mad."

"En." Gu Heyan listened quietly, and after Fu Jian finished talking, he murmured tremblingly: "That's good."

"Ah?" Fu Ji'an didn't hear clearly.

"Seventh Prince, it's time to practice the bow, draw it up." Gu Heyan's breathing became flatter, and he began to guide Fu Ji'an to practice the bow.

一

In the blink of an eye, at the end of September, the cold moon in Wutong accompanied by autumn rain, the weather is getting cooler.

The vengeful Mu Zhiming really didn't let Fu Ji'an sleep in. Every morning, he persistently entered the palace and asked him to get up to study. Fu Ji'an was so stupid to get up early every day.

On this day, Mu Zhiming invited An Fengyi Palace as usual, and entered the palace to call Fu Ji'an.

Fu Ji'an opened his eyes, hugged the quilt and started howling: "Brother Mu! Aren't you resting today? The Taifu hasn't entered the palace yet, what are you doing here! The school is not open!"

"Can I be lazy if the school is not open? Can I not get up early to endorse?" Mu Zhiming smirked, "It's a good idea."

The poor Fu Ji'an rolled around on the bed to protest, but was finally picked up by Mu Zhiming and dragged to Dexin's study in Fengyi Palace.

Fu Ji'an cried for a while, picked up the book and memorized it silently for a while, but finally his playful thoughts prevailed, he abandoned the book and went to Mu Zhiming's side, flipping through the stack of books in his hand to see what he was reading.

"Jianghu Mechanism? The Book of Songs and Rites? Wuji Language?" Fu Ji'an read out the titles of the books one by one, and said with emotion, "Brother Mu, the books you read are too complicated! It's a mess."

Mu Zhiming said: "These are interests, careers, and careers. Don't read, read your own books carefully."

"Oh, Brother Mu, just let me rest." Fu Jian wailed, "I still have to practice martial arts in the afternoon!"

Mu Zhiming flipped through the book in his hand and asked casually, "Who taught you martial arts?"

Fu Ji'an replied: "Son of General Gu!"

Mu Zhiming suddenly raised his head and looked at Fu Jian: "Gu Heyan?"

"Yes, yes, yes!" Fu Ji'an nodded, his eyes full of admiration, "Brother Mu, let me tell you, my master is amazing, he can master archery, riding and archery, swordsmanship, swordsmanship, and light kung fu!"

Mu Zhiming suddenly closed the book in his hand: "Why didn't you tell me earlier that it was him!"

Fu Ji'an scratched his head, not knowing where the complaint came from: "You didn't even ask me!"

Mu Zhiming's eyes are bright: "I'll go to the shooting garden with you in the afternoon!"