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

Seeing the person move away from his embrace, Gu Heyan's eyes dimmed. He suppressed the disappointment in his heart, looked at Mu Zhiming and asked, "Did you get hurt?"

Mu Zhiming propped himself up, his voice trembling, his expression stunned: "Why... how could it be you?"

How could it be Gu Heyan!How could he be the one who saved him!

What about the previous life!Could it be that he was the same in the previous life?

Mu Zhiming's question made Gu Heyan speechless.

Sure enough, he hoped that Fu Yi would save him?

"This jade pendant is yours?" Mu Zhiming suddenly rushed forward, pointing with trembling fingertips at the vermilion phoenix Nirvana agate jade pendant on Gu Heyan's waist.

"Yes." Gu Heyan took off the jade pendant tied around his waist, and handed it to Mu Zhiming, "Like it? Accept it."

Mu Zhiming was stunned for a moment, then waved his hands again and again dumbfounded, "No, no, that's not what I meant."

Gu Heyan lowered his eyes, clutching the jade pendant that couldn't be given away, laughing at himself in his heart.

What stupid thing is he doing? Mu Zhiming definitely doesn't want what belongs to him.

"Well, thank you for saving me." Mu Zhiming took a few deep breaths, although he hadn't recovered from the tangled blunder, but he still gave thanks first.

Gu Heyan glanced at him, put away the jade pendant, stood up and hugged Mu Zhiming horizontally: "Let's go, you are afraid of the cold, go to the tent."

"Brother, don't bother me like this, I can go by myself... Ah Chiu!" The mountain wind was steep, the chill hit his body, and Mu Zhiming, who was drenched all over, shivered firmly in Gu Heyan's arms.

Gu Heyan hugged Mu Zhiming tightly without saying a word, with a steady posture and light steps, he jumped up the mountain stream effortlessly. Gu Heyan's red horse and the imperial horse that threw Mu Zhiming were both there. The meeting was quiet, rubbing against the neck of Gu Heyan's red horse, so docile.

"Why didn't you see you when you fell on me, like a bird and a person!" Mu Zhiming accused angrily, wishing to go up and pluck its mane.

Gu Heyan supported Mu Zhiming onto the back of the red horse, untied the rope from the red horse's back, tied one end to the bridle of the imperial horse, and held the other end in his hand. In Zhiming's arms, he let out a sound, and he steered the red horse and led the imperial horse to gallop in the direction of the camp.

On both sides of the mountain road, the trees that have not shed all their dead leaves but have been stained with spring are receding in front of them. Mu Zhiming calmed down and began to recall the past life, trying to cut and sort out the inextricable threads.

In the previous life, he fell into a coma and fell into a coma. When he woke up, he was already in the camp of Spring Hunting, holding the vermilion agate jade pendant tightly in his hand. Yi came to visit and saw that he was awake and healthy, he breathed a sigh of relief, his eyes were as gentle as water, he stroked his forehead and said, "Fortunately, I'm fine, I was really shocked to see you fall into the pool."

Mu Zhiming's heart trembled, and he asked, "Did you save me?"

Fu Yi looked into his bright eyes, was silent for a moment, and suddenly smiled: "Yes."

"Thank you Your Highness for saving your life. I will make a straw ring in the future, and I will never forget to repay you until I die. By the way, I will return this to you." Mu Zhiming hurriedly handed over the vermilion jade pendant in his hand to Fu Yi.

Surprise flashed across Fu Yi's eyes, he stretched out his hand to accept it, and then smiled: "I thought I fell into the depths of the pool, but it turned out to be with you, luckily, by the way, this is an object given to me by my father, if someone else finds out I lost it once, and I was afraid that someone with a heart would talk too much and cause trouble, can you please don't tell others about it."

At this time, Mu Zhiming was already grateful to Fu Yi for saving his life. How could he not agree to such a trivial matter, so he nodded immediately to reassure him.

But now, recalling all this, Mu Zhiming couldn't help putting his hands on his forehead and gnashing his teeth.

Fu Yi, you are a fucking king!eight!Egg!

"Headache?" A cold voice came from behind, Mu Zhiming was so frightened that he withdrew his hands and straightened his back, not daring to show any weakness: "No, it doesn't hurt."

Mu Zhiming didn't know why he had such a reaction, it was probably because Gu Heyan's iron-blooded general's appearance was so deeply rooted in people's hearts, he couldn't show any weakness in front of him, and felt that he would be scolded as a waste in the next second.

"It's almost here." As soon as Gu Heyan finished speaking, the red horse leaped out of the forest, and the large camp of Spring Hunting appeared in front of the two of them.

一

The fact that Mu Zhiming fell into the water really shocked everyone.

In fact, he was congenitally deficient since he was a child, and he often fell ill when he was young. He thought that he would not be dizzy in this life and he would be fine, but as soon as he changed his wet clothes, he immediately suffered from headache and fever, and contracted a cold.

The imperial concubine felt sorry for him, and after busy work, she called the accompanying imperial physician for consultation, and ordered someone to bring her warm fur coat. After a lot of tossing, Mu Zhiming finally stopped having a fever, but he was still warm and comfortable. I spent four full days recuperating in my soft mattress, so I missed the spring hunting.

On the fifth day, the Spring Hunting Sacrifice Ceremony is an important day for the emperor to watch the birds and animals hunted by his officials, sprinkle wine to sacrifice the blessings of the heavens, and pray for protection from disasters and harms throughout the year.

Early in the morning, the imperial concubine and Mu Boren went to the dragon tent to pay their respects and accompanied them, and did not guard Mu Zhiming anymore.

Mu Zhiming knew that it would not be right for him to lie down again this day, but he happened to be in good health, so he struggled to get up.

Suddenly the curtain of the tent was lifted, and the young Fu Ji'an entered with the icy cold wind, and Mu Zhiming was shivering from the cold again.

"Fu Ji'an! I think you are really my evil star!" Mu Zhiming left the warm fur mattress just now, with his coat uncovered, and was blown by the cold wind, and shrank back cowardly, hugging the quilt tightly and curling up into a ball shivering.

"Brother Mu, why are you still sick?" Fu Ji'an asked worriedly.

If you beat me like this, it's no wonder you can do well!

Mu Zhiming thought for a while: "You want me to recover, right?"

"Yeah!" Fu Ji'an nodded naively, "Of course."

"How sincere is your heart?" Mu Zhiming asked.

Fu Ji'an said: "The bright moon is shining brightly, and those in the blue sky can learn from it."

"You memorized "Book of Rites", and I'll be fine." Mu Zhiming smiled slyly.

Fu Jian thought for a while, and said seriously: "Brother Namu, you are still sick."

Mu Zhiming: "..."

Seeing that Mu Zhiming was about to rush over to kill him, Fu Ji'an hurriedly shouted: "I'm going to pay my respects to my mother and concubine! Farewell! Brother Mu, if you are not feeling well, please rest first. !” After saying that, he escaped from the tent.

Mu Zhiming was so angry that he ground his teeth, thinking about it, he thought it was very funny.

This is actually a virtuous king who is often praised by the emperor, regarded as a thorn in the flesh by the prince and Fu Yi, and known for his calm temperament.

A young man grows up a young man, and Hai Boshang becomes Sang Tian.

"It's time...it's really too early..." Mu Zhiming murmured, touching his forehead, feeling a slight tendency to heat up, he quickly closed his eyes to rest.

一

On the other side, just as Fu Ji'an walked out of the camp, he bumped into a person head-on.

The man bowed and saluted, and said in a flat tone, "I have seen the Seventh Prince."

Fu Ji'an was glad that he recognized him. He was the son of Gu Miao, the great general who protected the country, Gu Heyan. He heard that he was young and promising, and he was very good at riding and shooting.

Seeing it now, it is really heroic.

"You don't need to be too polite." Fu Ji'an said quickly.

Gu Heyan straightened up without saying a word, just standing there.

"Uh..." Fu Ji'an didn't know what he meant, but he was a little at a loss. He showed embarrassment, and after walking a few steps in the direction of the dragon tent, he secretly turned around and saw that Gu Heyan was still standing there. , with a straight posture like a bamboo pine, but I don't know what I'm waiting for or what I'm guarding.

Fu Ji'an scratched his head in confusion, and took another two steps forward. Suddenly, Fu Lin's heart came to him, and he turned his head and ran back to He Yan's side, asking, "Do you want to enter the account to visit the son of Duke Yan?"

Gu Heyan's eyes lit up and he nodded.

Fu Ji'an was smug.

He knows it!

Mu Zhiming was recuperating in the tent of his relatives who belonged to the imperial concubine's tent. The imperial concubine was not there, and there was no one guarding the gate to ask for instructions. Naturally, Gu Heyan could not enter at will.

"It's okay, reporting to me is the same as reporting to my mother and concubine, you can go in at ease." Fu Ji'an said enthusiastically, and said to the door guard: "Let him in, there is no need to stop him."

"Thank you, Seventh Prince." Gu Heyan saluted with fists cupped, watched Fu Ji'an leave, and lifted the curtain to enter the tent.