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

Gu Heyan: "...touched you?"

Mu Zhiming smiled and said, "Yeah, what's the matter? Could it be that in your heart, I'm weak and weak and can't even be touched by the wall?"

Gu Heyan glanced at Mu Zhiming: "I didn't think so."

"It's fine if there is no, if there is, I will definitely be angry." Mu Zhiming said half-jokingly and half-seriously, "Then please trouble Brother Gu to knock on this stupid piece of wood and give me some pointers."

After saying that, Mu Zhiming raised his bow again, Gu Heyan hesitated for a moment, approached Mu Zhiming, hesitantly reached out and pressed his shoulder: "Stay back."

Mu Zhiming hurriedly borrowed his strength to do so, Gu Heyan raised his arm again, and warned: "Shoulders, elbows and arms are in a line." After adjusting Mu Zhiming's bow posture correctly, Gu Heyan immediately took a step back: "Look straight ahead and loosen the strings."

Seeing Gu Heyan's resistance to getting close to him so much, Mu Zhiming felt a little uncomfortable. Then he thought, he was here to practice bows, why should he think wildly, it really shouldn't be, so he held his breath and let go, the arrow no longer crooked, and flew straight It was empty, but because of misalignment, it missed the straw target.

Mu Zhiming let out a breath, feeling a little lost, and a comforting sound came from his ear, Gu Heyan said: "The posture is correct, practice more."

"Okay." Mu Zhiming smiled gratefully, and resumed his bow practice.

But he is really not good at bows and arrows, no matter how hard he tries, none of his arrows can hit the straw target. Practicing arrows is something that requires meditation. Mu Zhiming is getting more and more discouraged and impetuous, so he can't practice well at all.

In the twinkling of an eye, at dusk, Mu Zhiming still missed an arrow, he shot the arrow again angrily, and heard Gu Heyan say: "It's getting late, it's time to go."

Mu Zhiming paused, then let go of the string, the bow and arrow flew out, but still missed.

Gu Heyan glanced at him and said, "Practice in the future, I will pass."

Mu Zhiming put down his bow and arrow, rubbed his sore shoulders, he didn't know what to think, suddenly smiled helplessly, and said softly: "There are some things that are not only useful if you work hard."

This truth was understood only after Mu Zhiming shed blood and tears.

Although this life is stable and peaceful, Mu Zhiming often has nightmares, dreaming of a bloody and mournful past life.

When the Mu family was framed and the building collapsed, didn't he work hard?Didn't you try your best to save it?

He has it, but is it useful?

Useless.

He watched his father and mother, Caiwei, Heyin, the imperial concubine, and Ji'an die in agony one by one. After experiencing life and death again and again, all he was left with was helplessness and collapse.

Every time he recalled his previous life, Mu Zhiming's heart would be pierced by a knife, and his whole body would feel cold. He took a deep breath, calmed down, and at this moment, Gu Heyan's voice suddenly sounded: "Draw the bow."

"What?" Mu Zhiming didn't hear clearly, and looked up at Gu Heyan.

"Draw the bow." Gu Heyan repeated it patiently.

Mu Zhiming quickly followed suit, and when he was puzzled, Gu Heyan stepped forward and stood beside him, stretching his arms around Mu Zhiming.

Warm and generous palms covered Mu Zhiming's hands, leading him to draw the strings and open the bow, leading him to aim at the straw target. The distance between the two was extremely close, and Gu Heyan's warm breath seemed to pounce on Mu Zhiming. Mu Zhiming felt that he could lean on his chest as long as he stepped back slightly.

"Relax, look ahead." Gu Heyan's voice sounded hoarse and trembling.

Mu Zhiming hurriedly took two deep breaths, held his breath and concentrated on staring at the front.

"I said let go, you just let go." Gu Heyan said.

"Okay." Mu Zhiming nodded.

Accompanied by a crisp "loose", the sharp arrow whizzed through the sky from the bow and hit the bull's-eye.

Mu Zhiming was stunned for a moment, just at this moment, Gu Heyan had already let go of Mu Zhiming, stepped back two steps, Mu Zhiming came back to his senses, and immediately shouted happily: "I've hit it!"

"Well, so you can." Gu Heyan said seriously.

Gu Heyan's tone was obviously as indifferent as in the past, but it dispelled the helpless chill that Mu Zhiming just remembered, making his chest as warm as the clear light of the sun.

Mu Zhiming clasped his fists gratefully, bent his eyes and smiled and said: "There is a saying in the ancients, the kindness of a wise master is more sincere than heaven and earth, so I should also call you master, thank you for your guidance!"

Gu Heyan was stunned for a moment, as if frightened, then he lowered his head and didn't answer the question, just said: "...it's time to go."

"Okay!" Now Mu Zhiming doesn't care much about Gu Heyan's indifference. It's a blessing if he is willing to talk to him. Face.

The two were about to leave the riding and archery garden, when they suddenly remembered that Fu Ji'an had not returned after going to the Imperial Medical Office to bandage his palms.

Gu Heyan still wanted to find the Seventh Prince, and leave the palace after saluting, Mu Zhiming waved his hand: "Don't bother, he must be hiding somewhere and playing around, I'll go look for him, Brother Gu, you can leave at ease. "

After the two parted, Mu Zhiming found Fu Ji'an in Fengyi Palace, who was laughing and fighting with the palace people and eating snacks. Mu Zhiming went up and grabbed his ears and pinched his face, regardless of whether he was the prince or not.

"Ah!!!" Fu Ji'an screamed, "Brother Mu, I was wrong!"

Mu Zhiming narrowed his eyes slightly, and smiled like a cunning fox: "Wrong? No, the snacks are so delicious, woodcarving is so fun, and chatting is so interesting, isn't it?"

Fu Ji'an was most afraid that he would say such irony, so he shook his head like a rattle: "It's not delicious, it's not fun, it's not interesting, Brother Mu, please forgive me this time!"

"Okay." Mu Zhiming said slowly.

"Huh?!" Fu Ji'an couldn't believe his ears, his eyes stared like copper bells, how could Mu Zhiming be so easy to talk!

"You can forgive me." Mu Zhiming smiled, "But next time you practice martial arts, you have to take me with you."

"No problem!" Fu Ji'an nodded repeatedly.

Mu Zhiming smiled with the corners of his mouth curled up, and there was some satisfaction in his eyes.

Five days later, the withered and yellow leaves fell, the vegetation was bleak, and the weather became colder. Against the cold air of the morning, Mu Zhiming went to the palace early to drag Fu Ji'an to get up and study.

Fu Ji'an wailed for a while, resigned himself to his fate and got up, Mu Zhiming asked him expectantly: "Today's itinerary is going to South Academy in the morning, and Riding Sheyuan in the afternoon?"

Fu Jian stretched his waist and rubbed his eyes: "Brother Mu, take a rest this afternoon."

"Are you lazy again?" Mu Zhiming curled up his fingers and lightly hit him on the head.

Fu Ji'an clasped his head and defended: "That's not true! It's because Master didn't have time to go to the palace to teach me, it's not because I'm lazy!"

Mu Zhiming was stunned: "Why is he not free?"

"Brother Mu, don't you know?" Fu Ji'an said, "There is an urgent war on the northwest frontier. The Xirong tribe invaded with troops. The flames raged, and the battle reports were sent to Beijing after traveling thousands of miles. My father called General Gu into the palace overnight to discuss it. Afterwards, order him to lead the Fusion Flame Army to the northwest immediately, and set off today, so Master has to see General Gu off!"

Mu Zhiming was taken aback for a moment, then suddenly remembered something, his face suddenly turned pale, his blood was cold, and he blurted out: "General Gu can't go!"

"Brother Mu, what are you talking about?" Fu Ji'an was puzzled, "If General Gu doesn't go, who else can go?"

Mu Zhiming lost his mind immediately, mumbled for a while, but couldn't say a word.

一

The ancestral temple of the Gu family ancestral hall was filled with incense and smoke, and the vermilion tablets in Phnom Penh were solemn and silent. They all looked up at Gu Miao, who was kneeling in the center of the ancestral hall. The general, wearing a heart-protecting silver mirror armor, kowtowed three times to dozens of spiritual tablets, and then stood firmly. Standing up, he turned his head and saw Gu Heyan standing at the door.

The young man in white stood there, with the clear sun shining behind him, making him look like a silent stone statue. At that moment, Gu Miao was in a trance, confused: When did his son grow up so big?

During the silence, Gu Heyan opened his mouth slowly, he paused every word, as if he exhausted all his strength just to say these words.

"Father, if this trip never comes back, do you have any regrets?"

As soon as these words came out, the world fell silent.

Gu Miao looked at Gu Heyan. Behind him were the ancestors of the Gu family who wrote the word "loyalty" in blood for more than a hundred years. They were innocent and loyal.

Gu Miao smiled and replied.

"No regrets."