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

In the camp where the envoy lived, Gu Heyan was pacing back and forth in fear.

Although Mu Zhiming hadn't been away for a long time, Gu Heyan felt uneasy even if he didn't see Mu Zhiming for just a moment in this strange place where there would be danger at any time.

After an unknown amount of time, footsteps came from outside the tent, Gu Heyan suddenly turned his head to look, and saw that the curtain was lifted, and a Gouji soldier helped Mu Zhiming, who was staggering, into the tent.

Gu Heyan almost rushed over. He pulled Mu Zhiming into his arms, and looked at Gouji's soldiers with blood in their eyes, as cold as a sharp knife.

The Gouji soldier tremblingly said, "Your envoy, rest well, I'm leaving first."

Mu Zhiming managed to maintain his sobriety: "Okay, I'm sorry."

Gouji soldiers turned their heads and left the camp as if fleeing.

"What did they do to you?" Gu Heyan asked anxiously while supporting Mu Zhiming who was standing unsteadily.

"No, I didn't do anything." Mu Zhiming's eyes were drunk, "I just drank, and I came back after drinking."

Gu Heyan: "Drink?"

"Yeah." Mu Zhiming nodded, "I drank half a jar of fine wine, it's not good, I don't know how to drink it, but it's worth it, it's so worth it."

Seeing that Mu Zhiming had started talking nonsense, Gu Heyan bent down and hugged his knees, picked him up horizontally, walked a few steps to the low couch covered with fox fur and red silk quilt, and placed him on the soft mattress very lightly. On: "You take a break, I'll pour you a bowl of hot water to drink."

Unexpectedly, Mu Zhiming grabbed his arm and refused to let him go: "Wait a minute, I'm about to faint, I have to give you this first."

As he spoke, he took out the gold-plated silver waist card from his pocket, and stuffed it into Gu Heyan's hands, his eyes filled with mist from drunkenness were filled with joy, and he smiled and said, "Finally, less, less owe you." something."

Gu Heyan was surprised, he put away the gold-plated silver medal, and nodded: "Thank you."

"Don't thank me, I lost it." Mu Zhiming still grabbed his arm and said vaguely, "I should be the one who said I'm sorry, hiss...headache." He reached out and tapped his forehead .

Gu Heyan frowned and held his wrist, stopping his movement: "Lie down and rest first."

"Okay." Mu Zhiming obediently lay down on his side, hugged the quilt, and said incoherently, "I'm almost drunk, my wine taste is very bad, and I can't remember anything when I wake up. Wait, if I do something to annoy you You just knock me out, you must knock me out, knock me out..."

He repeated the words 'stun me', his voice gradually became quieter, his pupils gradually lost focus, and he looked extremely sleepy.

Gu Heyan stretched out his hand to caress the black hair scattered from his sideburns to the back of his ears, got up and poured a bowl of hot water, then sat on the side of the bed, hugged Mu Zhiming's shoulders and lifted him up, letting him lean on his chest: "Drink Some hot water, it will be more comfortable, and then sleep."

Mu Zhiming rubbed his eyes with the back of his hand, looked up at Gu Heyan, and suddenly swung his hand madly, knocking the bowl in Gu Heyan's hand to the ground.

The wooden bowl hit the carpet with a muffled sound, and the water splashed all over the place, turning the vermilion felt into a dark red. When Gu Heyan was at a loss, Mu Zhiming suddenly got up and sat in his arms with his legs spread apart, his hands in his hands. Hold his shoulders and meet his gaze.

Little General Gu stretched out his hands in fright, hanging stiffly in the air.

Mu Zhiming lowered his eyebrows and begged in a low voice: "Can you smile at me? I want to see you smile."

Gu Heyan: "..."

He reluctantly curled the corners of his mouth and pulled out a weird smile.

Mu Zhiming stretched out his hand and rubbed the corner of his mouth: "Forget it, don't laugh if you can't smile, I just don't understand why when you look at me, your eyes are always sad and sad, it's me Did you do something wrong?"

Gu Heyan lowered his eyes: "...you are not wrong, it is me..."

Mu Zhiming was confused: "It's you? What's wrong with you?"

Gu Heyan's voice was inaudible: "I am the one who is greedy."

Hearing this, Mu Zhiming calmed down and looked at the person in front of him firmly, because Gu Heyan's words made him puzzled, he looked at those familiar eyes that made people feel at ease, thought for a moment, then raised his hand to caress Gu He. Inflamed cheeks.

The moonlight melted, the candlelight trembled slightly, Mu Zhiming leaned forward, and gently kissed Gu Heyan's lips.