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

Going south on a clear sky, the weather is cool but not cold, in the wing room of the east courtyard of the Mu Mansion, Mu Zhiming, dressed in bamboo leaves and green brocade, is sitting at the desk, writing his third letter to the emperor with a wolf hair brush.

The autumn light in the courtyard is warm, the birds chirp and the leaves fall silently. The Caiwei in the room waits at the side, quietly studying ink for Mu Zhiming. Hearing the sound of the crane, he lies on the armchair beside him boredly and eats grapes from the fruit plate. Unable to hold back, she said, "Young Master, stop writing. Even if you write ten or a hundred more letters, Madam won't let you go to the frontier."

Mu Zhiming smiled and continued writing without saying a word.

"Master..." Caiwei said hesitantly, "It's going to be winter soon, and the north..."

"Sister Caiwei, I will definitely take care of myself, don't worry." Mu Zhiming comforted me softly.

Caiwei sighed and pursed her lips, said no more, and continued to study ink.

Wen Heyin stuffed a grape into her mouth, put her hands behind her head, and muttered: "Sister Caiwei, you don't have to be depressed, it will be strange if the young master can go! This matter has been talked about for more than ten days, madam forbids it, master Keep silent, the emperor ignores you, the seventh prince refuses you to leave, I don't understand, why do you have to go to the border, young master? Are you stupid?"

Caiwei put down the ink stick in her hand, and stepped forward to knock Wen Heyin on the head.

Wen Heyin hugged her head, and continued to say unrelentingly: "It's what it is. It's great to be a carefree son in the capital. Young master, you are the son of Duke Yan. In this capital, you can do whatever you want." .Why do you have to run to the frontier where chickens and dogs think nothing shit? I heard that the food there is bloody and bloody, and there is no such thing as your favorite glutinous pastry!"

Caiwei nodded in agreement, then continued to greet Wen Heyin's forehead with a slap.

"Really? Do I have what I want?" Mu Zhiming asked with a smile, his eyes curved, like a gentle breeze and a bright moon.

"Of course!" Wen Heyin jumped up from the chair, "What do you want? Tell me! I'll find it for you!"

Mu Zhiming laughed loudly, his words were sonorous and powerful, and there was a deep sea in his eyes: "I want people in the world to stop talking about me with the words "playboy"."

"I want the son of Duke Yan not to be honored by Duke Yan."

"I want the stability of this world to be due to my admiration."

一

Three days later, Mu Zhiming's benefactor, Mrs. Cheng, the only old gentleman who has been sent to Gouji country in this world, wrote a letter to the emperor with three thousand words, saying that he had been cultivating peaches and plums for 30 years, and that he was the only one who could inherit the mantle.

Three days later, Mu Zhiming entered the palace and had a long talk with the imperial concubine.

On the same day, the imperial decree came down to the Duke of Yan's mansion, and it was decided that Mu Zhiming would serve as a member of the Ministry of Rites, Wailang, and go to the northeast frontier.

The imperial decree cannot be disobeyed, no matter how reluctant Mu Boren and Gong Shi are, no matter how distressed they are, they can only nod their heads in agreement.

Before leaving Beijing, Mu Zhiming went to Gu's mansion and asked Aunt Liang if she had anything to bring to Gu Heyan. Aunt Liang took Mu Zhiming's hand and said that he had traveled a long way and had a hard time traveling, so how could he bother him to bring things? , went to the frontier, said hello to Gu Heyan for her, and asked Gu Heyan to take care of herself.

Mu Zhiming went to the palace again to meet Fu Ji'an. Fu Ji'an was much calmer now, although he was reluctant to give up, he would not cry.Mu Zhiming asked him to study hard. Thinking about it again, after this time, when he came back, Prince Fu Qi entered the East Palace, Fu Yi was named King Su, Fu Ji'an was named King Xian, and the bloody storm of party struggles will be seen for the first time. There is a lot of emotion in my heart.

However, because of this, he had to go to this frontier, and only by establishing a career could he protect the Mu family.

After bidding farewell to everyone reluctantly, Mu Zhiming went on the road with light clothes, and Wen Heyin followed him as his personal bodyguard.

On the 11th day after Mu Zhiming left Beijing, Fu Yi went to Fengyi Palace to pay his respects. The noble concubine leaned lazily on the couch of the Arhat, smiled and called him to kowtow melon seeds together, and said to him: "Now leave Zhu Now that he's gone, Ji'an is lonely without a companion, so come to Fengyi Palace to play with him when you have time."

Seeing Fu Yi nodding his head in agreement, the imperial concubine said again: "Yi'er, do you want to leave Zhu? Oh, he was caring since he was a child, and he has only been gone for a few days, and I miss him a little bit."

Fu Yi looked at the beautiful face of the imperial concubine, with sharp eyes hidden in the depths of his eyes: "You envy him."

The imperial concubine was slightly startled, raised her eyes to look at Fu Yi, and then said with a smile: "You just read a travelogue I wrote when I was young, why are you still talking about it?"

Fu Yi said: "Am I wrong? Roaming around the rivers and lakes, riding horses and singing, without restraint..."

The imperial concubine stretched out her hand, and tapped Fu Yi's head mercilessly as if she were a child, and said angrily as she tapped: "Let you expose my pain, let you expose, hum."

Fu Yi bowed his head, shut up and let her beat him.

The more the imperial concubine knocked, the more angry she became, she didn't want to talk to Fu Yi anymore, she grabbed a handful of melon seeds and knocked on her own, muttering: "I don't know where Xiaoli Zhu is..."

But at this time, the desert is like snow, the silver moon is like a hook, and the horns are sounding outside the Great Wall. In the big tent of the military camp, all the soldiers are sitting together in the tent, reporting to the commander what they have done today.

Although Gu Heyan was only 19 years old, his prestige was extremely high. All the soldiers did not dare to speak when they were not reporting, and held their breaths.I saw Gu Heyan frowning slightly, listening to matters such as building walls, stockpiling food, and training soldiers with a serious expression, with clear rewards and punishments.

When the last soldier reported, Gu Heyan seemed a little restless for some reason, looking at the curtain frequently, the soldier thought he was wrong, and broke out in cold sweat, but after he reported, Gu Heyan did not criticize, He nodded and said something hard.

At this moment, the curtain was thrown open abruptly, and the soldier knelt down on one knee with fists folded, "Report! The ceremonial officer Wai Lang sent by the imperial court has arrived!"

Then all the soldiers watched helplessly as their normally indifferent and steady coach suddenly stood up as if he had been taken away, and even knocked over the low table in front of him in a panic.

一

The dusty carriage that had been traveling for several days slowly drove into the barracks and stopped beside the sentry wooden watchtower. The curtain was lifted, and Wen Heyin jumped off the carriage and turned to help the people behind him.

Mu Zhiming was dressed in dark blue thick cotton-padded clothes and a plain white cloak with curly moiré patterns. He waved his hands to signal that he didn't need to hear the crane's voice, and he got out of the carriage slowly, covered his lips and coughed a few times.

Wen Heyin folded her arms and shook her head, with a look of "Look at yourself".

Mu Zhiming smiled slightly, and said, "Isn't it okay to cough twice?" Then he looked up and saw that the night was dark, and the bonfire was lit on the fifty strings. There was still a trace of bloody smell, and Mu Zhiming was still feeling emotional, when he suddenly heard the sound of horseshoes coming from far to near, he turned his head to look.

The imposing young general in silver armor came on horseback and reined in a few meters away. The two soldiers who followed hurriedly followed suit with puzzled expressions on their faces.

Gu Heyan jumped off the horse, looked at Mu Zhiming from a distance, and then strode towards him.