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

In the afternoon, the Royal Palace Riding Shooting Garden, it has been cold and rainy in autumn recently, but today the sun is rare to break through the cloud, and the warmth falls on the body.

Gu Heyan was waiting alone in the bamboo pavilion in the riding and archery garden. He had no time to spare, carefully applying pine wax to the bowstring, when he heard the call of "Master", he knew that it was Fu Ji'an who came, and he raised his head and was about to He greeted him, but when he saw the person beside Fu Ji'an, his hand trembled suddenly, and was flicked by the bowstring, causing red marks.

"Master!" Fu Ji'an shouted and trotted over, Mu Zhiming followed behind him, walked to the gazebo, smiled and bowed to Gu Heyan: "Brother Gu, long time no see."

"Seventh Prince." Gu Heyan bowed his head and saluted, his voice was light, "...Brother Mu."

"I heard that the Imperial Palace's riding and archery garden is as large as a mountain forest. I also heard that the master of the Seventh Prince, a young man with a horse, has extraordinary martial arts skills. I couldn't help but come here to open my eyes. I wonder if it's disturbing and affecting your martial arts teaching?" Mu Zhiming smiled. While exchanging pleasantries, he casually praised Gu Heyan.

Unexpectedly, Gu Heyan replied indifferently as if he didn't appreciate it: "Yeah."

Mu Zhiming: "..."

Fu Ji'an didn't expect Gu Heyan to respond like this, and said bluntly: "Master, did you hear Brother Mu's words clearly? Where are you bothering, obviously it doesn't matter if you don't bother."

Gu Heyan suddenly came back to his senses, a little stunned.

Mu Zhiming said embarrassingly: "I came here uninvited. I was rude and rude. Don't blame Brother Gu. I'll take my leave now."

"No." Gu Heyan said, "No." He looked annoyed, and said in silence for a moment, "I made a mistake... I... didn't know you were coming..."

This sentence, to Mu Zhiming's ears, still had a sense of blame, which made him apologize again obediently.

"Okay, ok, misunderstanding, it's all misunderstanding." Fu Ji'an smoothed things over, "Master, brother Mu said that he also wants to learn how to practice archery with you, so I will work hard on you today, let's teach together!"

"Well, I'll go to the armory to get another bow and arrow." Gu Heyan said, turning around to leave.

"Master." Fu Ji'an stopped him, "Just leave these trivial matters to the eunuchs!"

"It's okay, I'll go back when I go." After Gu Heyan said, he hurried out of the bamboo pavilion, walked to a distance, took a deep breath and then exhaled, meditating on the truth that few words are not a bad thing, and finally settled down.

At this moment in the gazebo, Mu Zhiming tilted his head and asked Fu Jian: "Is he always so indifferent when he talks to you?"

Fu Ji'an thought for a while and said: "Master usually doesn't talk much, but he doesn't make people feel indifferent. Is he in a bad mood today?"

Mu Zhiming sighed, feeling depressed suddenly in his heart.

Not long after, Gu Heyan fetched the bow and arrow, he didn't say much, after handing the bow and arrow to the two, he began to teach them how to hold the bow and ride and shoot.

"The inner body is upright, the outer body is straight. Pushing the bow is the main thing, and holding the bow is the second." Gu Heyan taught martial arts very seriously, and Fu Ji'an made no mistakes. He immediately pointed it out mercilessly. Seeing that Fu Ji'an's posture was not straight, he went forward Press Fu Ji'an's shoulder vigorously to straighten him.

Under the guidance of Gu Heyan, Fu Ji'an, who is usually playful, kept his eyes straight and his back straight, not daring to relax at all.

On the other hand, Mu Zhiming's bow posture is really a joke...

He actually learned riding and archery when he was a child, but he knew that he was extremely stupid about such things, so he put his energy on other places. As time passed, his martial arts skills fell into disuse, and now he struggles to draw a bow.

Fu Jian laughed at him after seeing him: "Brother Mu, you are so stupid...ah! It hurts, master, please be gentle when you break my shoulders, I am puffing out my chest and tightening my stomach!"

In the face of kind words, Mu Zhiming didn't care, and laughed loudly: "Gold has no feet, no one is perfect, I'm not good at this, Seventh Prince, how about we compare and endorse?"

Fu Ji'an howled: "No comparison!!!"

Usually practicing martial arts is just practicing martial arts, it's boring, but today Mu Zhiming is here, the riding and archery field adds a smile, it's really a cool autumn.

After practicing martial arts for about half an hour, Fu Ji'an noticed that Gu Heyan had been circling around him, leaving Mu Zhiming aside, so he said to him: "Master, you go teach Brother Mu, I will practice by myself." At the end, he whispered, "I insisted on bringing Brother Mu here today, so don't be angry with him, don't ignore him."

When he heard "angry" and "ignore him", Gu Heyan muttered, as if he wanted to defend himself, but when the words came to his lips, there were only three words: "... Got it..."

Gu Heyan turned his head to look at Mu Zhiming, and saw that he was alone, silently practicing the arrow, drawing the bow, letting go, and the arrow landed crookedly.

Mu Zhiming was not discouraged either, he trot over to retrieve the arrow with a smile on his face, and drew the bow again.

Gu Heyan knew that when he talked to him, he must have no idea what to say and was just in a daze, so he didn't dare to step forward rashly. At this time, Fu Ji'an shot another arrow, and when he turned his head, he saw Gu Heyan standing there frowning. That didn't move, the Seventh Prince rolled his eyes, got a bad idea, moved a step towards Gu Heyan calmly, and then slammed Gu Heyan towards Mu Zhiming!

Then Fu Ji'an fell and squatted.

Gu Heyan is a martial arts practitioner, his foot is extremely stable, Fu Ji'an is young and weak-boned, he can't be bumped into him, he can't steal a chicken, and he falls to the ground, covering his buttocks and shouting "Ouch, Oops".

Both Mu Zhiming and Gu Heyan were taken aback by the sudden incident, they rushed forward to help Fu Ji'an, when several palace servants not far away saw him, they rushed over with pale faces, surrounded Fu Ji'an, chattering : "Your Highness, are you all right? Oh, where did you fall?"

Mu Zhiming was calmer than the others, he picked up Fu Jian, patted the grass and dirt off his clothes, and checked carefully: "The palm is worn out, go to the Imperial Medical Office."

At this time, Fu Ji'an relieved the pain, and did not forget his purpose of causing trouble, he covered his buttocks and said, "Master, I'll go and bandage my hands, and I'll be back later, you should teach Brother Mu to bow and arrow first."

Gu Heyan nodded: "Okay."

So Fu Ji'an was surrounded by the palace people and went to the Imperial Medical Office. After a while, only Gu Heyan and Mu Zhiming were left in the huge riding and archery garden.

In the daytime and autumn light, wild geese fly south, silently hearing sparrows singing alone, Mu Zhiming looked at the bow and arrow in his hand, and thought: Gu Heyan has been ignoring him just now, and now there are only two people left. Awkward.

The thought just came to Mu Zhiming's mind, when he suddenly heard people around him saying: "Let me draw the bow, I will teach you."

Mu Zhiming's face showed joy, he quickly raised his head, looked at the target in front of him, and drew his bow seriously.

Gu Heyan: "Don't let go, hold on tight."

Mu Zhiming hurriedly stopped his body, not daring to move for a moment, Gu Heyan glanced at him: "Raise your elbows."

Mu Zhiming did as he was told, Gu Heyan: "No matter how high, no matter how high, pass, lower, it's too low, lift it up, it's too high."

After such verbal instructions for a long time, Mu Zhiming finally raised his elbows to the correct position. He was thinking about whether he could shoot arrows, but he heard Gu Heyan say: "Separate your feet, don't lean forward, lift your shoulders."

Mu Zhiming thought it would be too much effort to learn like this, so he discussed: "Brother Gu, I am stupid in martial arts, so this is too much of a waste of your words, can I trouble you to do it?"

Gu Heyan: "... move your hands?"

"Yeah." Mu Zhiming nodded, "Just like how I taught Ji'an just now, if I'm wrong, you can break me. I will definitely keep the correct posture firmly in my heart."

Gu Heyan was silent for a while, and slowly spit out two words.

"... touch you?"