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

Worried about the cold wind pouring into the tent, Gu Heyan lifted the curtain very lightly when entering the tent, and just walked in, and immediately closed the curtain without making a sound.

He looked around the camp, and saw that there was a thick soft mattress and fur in front of the right side, and one person was huddled inside, curled up into a ball, and a small hill was arched out.

Gu Heyan walked over slowly, and saw Mu Zhiming lying on his side, his brows were furrowed, and his breathing was a little unsteady.

Just after Fu Ji'an left, Mu Zhiming closed his eyes to rest, the bedding was thick and warm, and the tent was quiet, he fell into a sleepy sleep after a while, Gu Heyan's movements were very light, so Mu Zhiming didn't realize that someone walked into the tent , not to mention that Gu Heyan was by his side.

He didn't sleep well, and in a daze, he dreamed that he was standing next to the terrifying abyss where bloody snakes and insects churned, and Fu Yi was not far away, holding the vermilion phoenix Nirvana jade pendant in his hand.

Fu Yi showed disgust and contempt on his face, and wanted to throw the jade pendant into the abyss with disdain.

Mu Zhiming was furious, chewing blood through his gums and yelling at him: "Fu Yi! Give me back that jade pendant!"

At that time, outside the dream, inside the camp, Mu Zhiming, who was not sleeping soundly, clenched his right hand tightly, breathing slightly short of breath, as if he was having a nightmare.

Gu Heyan stood beside him helplessly, bent down and wanted to caress Mu Zhiming's forehead lightly, to soothe his wrinkled brows, but suddenly he heard Mu Zhiming muttering a few times.

"Fu...Fu Yi..."

In an instant, Gu Heyan felt as if he had fallen into an extremely cold ice cave, his blood was cold all over his body, his outstretched hand froze in mid-air, and there was only nothingness in his palm.

After a moment of silence, Gu Heyan gently stuffed Mu Zhiming's restless right hand into the bedding, tucked in the quilt for him, and exited the camp calmly.

The chaotic dream is frustrating. In the dream, Mu Zhiming was thinking of rushing over to beat Fu Yi into a pig's head without hesitation, when he suddenly felt a chilling wind, he couldn't help freezing, shivered, and woke up from the dream , Realizing that someone had entered the tent, Mu Zhiming looked up and saw Fu Yi lift up the curtain of the tent, walking towards him with a smile.

Mu Zhiming muttered to himself.

What a crime, what are you afraid of?

Mu Zhiming propped himself up and sat up, saluted Fu Yi: "Your Highness."

"You are still sick, so you don't need to be so rigid about etiquette." Fu Yi walked to the side of the soft mattress and stretched out his hand to stop Mu Zhiming's movements, but Mu Zhiming saluted obstinately, expressing the alienation in his heart to the fullest.

"Is your body better?" Fu Yi sat down on a low square platform covered with silk cushions and asked with concern.

"There is no serious problem, thank you for your concern." Mu Zhiming said calmly, "I was just getting ready to get up and change clothes, and go to kowtow to the imperial concubine, and wait for the spring hunting ceremony."

So I still have something to do, can you stop pestering me?

Fu Yi smiled and said: "Father went hunting in the forest yesterday, and found the stunning view of Feiliu Waterfall in a valley. This morning, he took the imperial concubine and all the courtiers and generals to enjoy the scenery, so neither of them is in the camp. You are well." Take a rest, don't go to say hello."

"That's the case, thank you for letting me know, Your Highness. Fortunately, I didn't make this trip in vain, which will only add to my fatigue." Mu Zhiming thanked him, his head ached, and he didn't know how long he would have to deal with Fu Yi.

The two looked at each other speechlessly for a while, and the atmosphere was silent.

At this time in the previous life, Mu Zhiming would excitedly and curiously ask Fu Yi about the details of the spring hunting in the past few days, but now he doesn't want to say anything.

Fu Yi stared at Mu Zhiming, and saw that his expression was a little tired, his robe was uncovered, his lips were pale and dry, and three thousand black hairs were hanging down his shoulders, half of his unparalleled eyebrows and eyes were covered when he looked from the side, Fu Yi thought for a moment, She reached out to brush his black hair like a waterfall, wanting to pull it behind his ears for him.

Mu Zhiming shuddered, leaning back to avoid Fu Yi's hand, his eyes extremely wary.

Fu Yi was stunned, withdrew his hand and smiled, "Scared you?"

"It's because of my inappropriate clothes and rude manners, I hope Your Highness will forgive me." Mu Zhiming picked up the crimson headband beside the pillow, and neatly tied up the blue hair.

"Li Zhu, when did you and I become so separated?" Fu Yi stood up slowly, with a playful tone and a smile that did not diminish.

Mu Zhiming was about to prevaricate with two sentences "I don't know etiquette and I can't stand", but I heard Fu Yi asked with a smile: "Li Zhu, do you believe in past and present lives?"