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

When the next morning was still dark, Mu Zhiming slowly opened his sleepy and slightly swollen eyes, and when he returned to his body, he felt inexplicably sore and weak in his limbs, and there were still some severe pains in his chest and waist for unknown reasons.

The golden wheel has not come out, the candles have been extinguished, and the tent is dimly lit. Yesterday's mess has been cleaned up, although the bedding is a little wrinkled, it is neatly spread, and the clean shirt on Mu Zhiming's body directly covered the emotion of last night. The traces left him at a loss as to what had happened.

"Hmm..." He couldn't suppress the groan in his throat, slowly propped himself up and got up, put his right hand on his forehead and tried to recall what happened yesterday while looking around, but when he saw the things in front of him, Mu Zhiming only felt full of doubts .

The low couch in the tent was extremely spacious because it was used for hospitality, and it seemed spacious for two people sleeping on it, but Gu Heyan did not sleep on the couch, but made a floor bunk at a corner away from the couch. But he didn't take a warm quilt, those comfortable and soft quilts were either on Mu Zhiming's body or in his arms, spending the night with him peacefully, while Gu Heyan's body was only covered with a thin fur.

"What happened here..." Mu Zhiming murmured in astonishment, thinking what kind of drunk madness he was, that could scare the fearless General Gu into hitting the floor.

Mu Zhiming got up and got off the bed. With this movement, he felt a burning pain in his inner thigh, as if he had been severely rubbed by some hard object. That position was too secretive and too weird, and Mu Zhiming couldn't do anything about it. Neglect, but fortunately the pain was not too painful, before it became unbearable, Mu Zhiming had given up guessing what kind of drunken madness he had last night, leaned over and picked up a red silk quilt on the low couch, tiptoeing Walking to Gu Heyan who was laying the floor, carefully covered him with the quilt.

Gu Heyan's brows trembled slightly, but he didn't open his eyes, as if he was still in a deep sleep.

Mu Zhiming held his breath and squatted down beside Gu Heyan, carefully looking at his facial features. Yesterday Bu Rigude Tianhan said that Gu Heyan's current face reminded him of the fifth prince Fu Yi, which surprised Mu Zhiming. .During these days when he was sent to Gouji as an envoy, every time Mu Zhiming looked at Gu Heyan, he would subconsciously stare at his eyes, because the face covered with a human skin mask was too unfamiliar to him, only those eyes It made him feel at ease.

But because of this, Mu Zhiming seldom looked closely at other parts of this face. After Bu Rigude reminded him, and now he looked again, he realized that Gu Heyan after the disguise was really somewhat similar to Fu Yi.

Is it a coincidence?

But in this world, can there be such a coincidence?

Mu Zhiming was puzzled.

"So, it really looks a bit like..." Mu Zhiming muttered to himself, "...Fu Yi..."

Gu Heyan remained calm, and slowly clenched his hands hidden in the bedding.

Mu Zhiming stared at it for a while, feeling his stomach churning due to discomfort, thinking that once he returned to the barracks, he would immediately ask the warlock to remove Gu Heyan's disguise.

It's still his General Gu, who is extraordinary handsome and imposing.

Mu Zhiming stood up, stretched his waist and yawned, walked to the wooden table and poured himself a bowl of water, holding the wooden bowl with both hands and drank it. At this moment, he heard the rustling sound of getting up and throwing off the quilt ,, when he turned his head, he saw that Gu Heyan was already awake, standing beside the floor bunk, looking at him without saying a word.

"Wake up? I last night..." Mu Zhiming was about to ask himself what happened to his drinking madness last night, but Gu Heyan suddenly said solemnly: "I'm sorry."

"Huh?" Mu Zhiming smiled with curved eyes, "Yesterday I was drunk and I bothered you to take care of me. I should be the one apologizing. Why did you say sorry?"

Gu Heyan lowered his head and said in a guilty tone, "I did something wrong to you..."

Mu Zhiming didn't believe it at all: "Ah? Wrong thing? What can you do to me..." Suddenly several fragmentary and vague fragments flashed through Mu Zhiming's mind, making his voice gradually quiet down.

He was half naked, with his jacket open to his arms, and he sat shamelessly in Gu Heyan's arms and hugged his shoulders tightly, while Gu Heyan's hands were teasing his hot desire, teasing him so low Yin bursts, panting again and again.

Mu Zhiming: "...Hiss!"

And he was kneeling on the low couch, arched his hands and grasped the head of the bed tightly, Gu Heyan lay down behind him and gently kissed his shoulder blades, his high-spirited and hard desire rubbed against his groin and inner thighs back and forth .

Mu Zhiming: "...Hiss!!"

He staggered due to shock and almost fell under the table. Fortunately, he held on to the wooden table in time to stabilize his body.

Seeing that he was about to fall, Gu Heyan was so frightened that he stepped forward to help him up. Seeing that he was supporting the table by himself, Gu Heyan stopped in place and dared not go forward again. He looked at Mu Zhiming anxiously, his eyes deep Everywhere is the despair of a heinous person who hears his decision.

When young master Mu was in a drunken frenzy, he frantically teased him. When he woke up, he felt ashamed. His face was so red that he could bleed. At this moment, he was eloquent and eloquent: "I...you...me and you...we... Why did you... do such a thing..."

This is in the alien military camp! ! !

It's fucking shocking! ! !

Gu Heyan said: "If you feel angry, hit me and scold me, don't be angry in your heart."

"Pfft..." This word made Mu Zhiming laugh out loud, and also relieved Mu Zhiming's embarrassment, he said helplessly, "I hit you and scolded you for what, although it was indeed impulsive and inappropriate... But anyway... ...cough cough..."

Anyway, we are going to get married, isn't it a matter of time?

Mu Zhiming blushed, turned away from looking at Gu Heyan: "Anyway, it's not a big mistake..."

Gu Heyan repeated in a low voice, his tone seemed calm but actually elusive: "...isn't it a big mistake?"

Mu Zhiming thought that Gu Heyan cared about the etiquette, righteousness and shame before getting married, so he asked a little at a loss: "Do you really mind?"

"I..." Gu Heyan's eyes trembled slightly, "I don't mind..."

Don't mind if you treat me like someone else.

"That's good. After all, I'm drunk and confused..." Mu Zhiming remembered what happened last night, and his body was filled with lingering enthusiasm. He felt ashamed and didn't want to continue discussing this matter, so he put aside He waved his hands and said, "Stop talking, let's pack your bags, we have to leave for Dajin today, so we can't delay."