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

In the world of life, white horses pass by. In May of this year, when the apricot blossoms are lightly raining, Mu Zhiming is already twenty. He holds the crown ceremony and pays homage to the heaven, earth and ancestors in the ancestral hall and Taimiao.

It was also this year that Caiwei accidentally bumped into the Qingshiban alley, bumped into the arms of a scholar in Tsing Yi, and also bumped into her destined marriage.

In the same year, the war outside the Great Wall was over. Gu Heyan was poisoned by a poisoned arrow in his right arm, and the injury had not healed for several months. The six generals simply wrote to the emperor, begging for an imperial decree, and suppressed Gu Heyan with the destiny.

When the emperor heard it: This is still worth it, come back to me quickly!

After receiving the imperial edict, the soldiers hurriedly stuffed their commander into the carriage and sent him back to the capital overnight.

On June [-]th, in the middle of the night, when the black magpies are tired, the stars are shining on the vermilion households. Because of the curfew, the huge capital is quiet and silent. A carriage escorted by dozens of people in black armor enters the city. No one is there. Dare to stop.

The carriage stopped in front of Gu's mansion, and the young soldier stepped forward to lift the curtain: "General, we are here."

A young man in tea-white brocade clothes leaned forward. His sword eyebrows and starry eyes were handsome and extraordinary, but his face was tired, his lips were pale, and he looked listless. His right arm was obviously injured, and it bent unnaturally. In his arms, seeing that he couldn't exert his strength, Jiang Tu stepped forward to help him get off the carriage, but Gu Heyan shook his head and refused.

Gu Heyan stood in front of Gu's mansion, looked up at the vermilion plaque, deeply moved: It has been five years since I left home when I was young, and I am familiar with everything, yet unfamiliar with everything.

Aunt Liang's family knew that Gu Heyan was going home today, so they had been waiting in front of the hall early on. After meeting him, they saluted and called young master, their eyes were all red, and they were speechless.The accompanying Physician Xia Wu stepped forward: "General, the journey has been tiring. It's getting late. After I've changed the medicine for your wound, you should rest quickly."

Upon hearing this, Aunt Liang knew that it was not the time to mourn the spring and autumn, so she hurriedly said: "Young master, your wing room has been tidied up, go and rest."

After Gu Heyan entrusted Aunt Liang to settle down the fellow soldiers of the Melting Flame Army, he said to Xia Tian: "Let's go, go to the wing room to change the medicine."

"Girl, could you please bring me a basin of hot water." Xia Tian Wu cupped her hands and said to Juanniang, Juanniang hurriedly nodded and followed suit.

She hurriedly brought a basin of hot water to Gu Heyan's room, and after placing the basin on the wooden stand, Juanniang immediately covered her mouth with her hands as soon as she raised her head.

Gu Heyan was sitting on the side of the bed changing his dressing, half of his clothes were unbuttoned, his right arm was exposed, the forearm to the elbow was covered with blood and flesh, and the festering wound looked extremely painful.Juanniang was so distressed that her eyes were red, and she sighed.

"Juanniang, go and rest." Gu Heyan raised his eyes and said softly, "You don't need to wait here."

Juanniang nodded, got up and exited the room.

After applying the medicine for Gu Heyan in Xia Tian, ​​he also resigned and went to rest. Gu Heyan put on his coat and lay down on the bed with his eyes closed. Will be in a deep sleep.

In the dream, it was still outside the Great Wall filled with yellow sand, and he saw himself charging into the battle in silver armor, the red horse leaping up, and the Yi tribe's hidden arrows roaring at him, everything in the world was so slow, every minute and every second He could see everything clearly.

Even what I think in my heart is so clear and unavoidable.

In fact, he could dodge that stab in the back.

He had been hit by a poisonous arrow in his previous life, so he was prepared for it in this life. He obviously only needs to turn sideways to avoid the poisonous arrow and avoid the pain.

But at that moment, Gu Heyan hesitated.

Just because he remembered that Mu Zhiming had visited him once after he was injured and returned to Beijing in his previous life.

If he hadn't been injured in this life and Mu Zhiming didn't come, what should he do?

In a single thought, the deal was done, the poisonous arrow pierced his arm, blood stained his sleeves red, the pain made Gu Heyan tremble all over, the strong wind was full of bloody smell and laughed at him, laughing at his self-indulgence.

When Gu Heyan woke up from the dream, it was already daylight.

The paralyzing effects of the herbal medicine had worn off, and the wound was excruciatingly painful, but Gu Heyan had already gotten used to the pain after suffering for so long.

The birds chirped outside the window, the sun was still good, and Gu Heyan felt as if he was in a dream without hearing the fighting and the sound of horns. He opened his eyes and felt the tranquility, and then braced his wounded body to get up. In the capital, there are still a lot of worldly wisdom waiting for him to deal with.

At this moment, the voices of two people came from outside the door. In fact, they didn't speak loudly, but Gu Heyan is a martial arts practitioner with keen six senses, so he caught the words in his ears.

"Young master, our young master doesn't seem to be awake yet."

It was Aunt Liang who was talking.

However, there was another person that Gu Heyan never thought of.

Well, he is exhausted, so it would be better to sleep a little longer.

The thoughtful voice made Gu Heyan sit up suddenly from the bed, which affected his wounded body, causing him to frown violently in pain.

But Gu Heyan didn't care about the injury at all, he stared at the door in shock, as if he wanted to penetrate the carved wooden door with his eyes and see what was going on outside.

Mu Zhiming?How could it be him?