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

In the previous life, Xia Houhu asked Mu Zhiming in bewilderment why he, a young man who was usually well-clothed and well-fed in the capital, went to this desolate and barren frontier to learn the language of the Yi people.

At that time, Young Master Mu was full of spirit, and said frankly: "Knowing yourself and knowing your enemy can lead you to a hundred battles, so learning other languages ​​is not a way of knowing your enemy."

Then, a not-so-difficult-to-perceive thing slowly emerged in Mu Zhiming's mind, causing a thin layer of cold sweat to form on his back in astonishment.

Gu Heyan would know that the reason why he said this is so obvious.

Because Gu Heyan was also reborn.

The idea is not absurd.

He can be reborn, Fu Yi can be reborn, why can't Gu Heyan?

Wen Heyin returned to the house after feeding the horse just now, and saw Mu Zhiming sitting on the edge of the bed, leaning forward and pressing his palms on his forehead, his chest rose and fell slightly, and he looked dumbfounded.

"Master, what's wrong with you?" Wen Heyin asked suspiciously, "Why do you look like a ghost?"

Mu Zhiming raised his head in a daze: "There is something I can't figure out."

Wen Heyin: "..." he growled, "Young master, don't you feel exhausted?! I beg you, let your mind rest, and don't spend it all day thinking about it."

Now Mu Zhiming can't wait to go back to the Rongyan Army's barracks without hesitation, grab Gu Heyan and ask him for clarification. Facing the hazy moonlight full of smoke and cages, he sighs faintly: "It's okay if you don't want to, but I hope you can grow wings under your ribs. Fly back to the Flame Army barracks in one day."

"Ah?" Wen Heyin was puzzled: his young master has been going crazy all day.

In fact, this is not considered crazy, it is just that the heart enters the door of lovesickness, and there is pain in lovesickness.

On the day when Momo first snow covered the capital, the mansion of Duke Yan received a letter from the frontier. After the boy got the letter, he rushed to the courtyard of the East Wing and shouted: "Master, madam, you have a letter from the young master!" !"

Mu Boren and Mrs. Gong were admiring the first snow and cold plum blossoms in the courtyard of Duke Yan's mansion. Hearing this, he hurriedly took the paperwork from the young man, and opened it to look at it.

Gong looked eagerly at the letter in Mu Boren's hand, and because he had to maintain his stability, he suppressed the idea of ​​snatching the letter to read for himself: "Husband, are you okay with Li Zhu?"

"Okay, okay." Mu Boren glanced roughly, and then carefully read word by word, "He said that he has already set off for Beijing, and the team is safe and there is no danger."

Mrs. Gong let out a sigh of relief, and asked again: "What's the result of his mission to Gouji?"

"Li Zhu didn't mention this matter in the letter." After reading it, Mu Boren folded the letter restlessly, and the west wind suddenly picked up, blowing down the snow on the branches of cold plums, soaking the letter a little bit.

"It must have failed, but it is difficult to go on an envoy before the war. We don't want to leave Zhu Yong for a long time. We only hope that he will live a safe and happy life." Gong stretched out his hand and brushed Mu Boren's shoulder. cool snow.

"Ma'am." Mu Boren said suddenly, "I haven't been back to my hometown of Minzhou for many years, and I miss my ancestors. Why don't we go to Fujian and stay there for a few months?"

Mrs. Gong was slightly surprised: "That's great, but now that Li Zhu is about to return to Beijing, we have to wait for him to come back, and we plan to leave."

Mu Boren looked around and saw that the courtyard was quiet and there were no idlers and people without eyes and ears, so he explained to Mrs. Gong in a low voice: "This is what Li Zhu asked for, although he didn't tell me the reason, but I have already agreed, please also ask Madam Come back to Minzhou with me."

On the other side, in the East Palace of the Imperial City, Huo Xin, the head of the Juan Division, was urgently called into the palace by the prince. The two met in the inner hall. The prince shunned everyone and threw a document in front of Huo Xin. : "Mu Zhiming is about to return to Beijing, and there are rumors that he has successfully sent an envoy to Gouji and negotiated peace with the alien race."

Huo Xin picked up the document and opened it, his tongue still stuck, and he said in shock: "Now that Gouji and Dajin are at war with each other, how did he do it?"

Fu Qi's eyes were stern, and he was furious: "No matter how he did it, if it is true, then after he returns to Beijing, he will be supported by all the officials and appreciated by his father. Emphasis on power! At that time, our power in the court will really not be comparable to that of Fu Ji'an."

"Prince, don't bother yourself." Huo Xin said, "You are the orthodox bloodline, no matter how powerful the virtuous king is in the court, one day, the throne of king will be yours."

"It's said that one day will come, but when will I wait for this day!" Fu Qi was so angry that he couldn't control his emotions and slapped the table angrily and shouted, "Can I just sit and wait like this? Since I was a child, I have watched my father The emperor dotes on Fu Ji'an alone, and now I still have to watch Mu's relatives do politics, and see Fu Ji'an monopolize the power, then after that, do I have to watch the virtuous king take the world into his pocket?"

Huo Xin hurriedly clasped his fists in salute: "Prince calm down."

Fu Qi took a few deep breaths to calm down the raging anger in his chest, and said in a deep voice, "I have stopped all the documents from and to the frontier, and my father doesn't know anything about the results of the mission."

Huoxing was confused: "What do you mean?"

Fu Qi gritted his teeth, with a fierce look on his face: "Mu Zhiming cannot be allowed to return to Beijing alive."

With that said, Fu Qi told him what Huoxing had done.

Huo Xin was stunned when he heard the words, he hesitated and said: "But the prince... If this plan is successful, it will indeed be able to completely eradicate the Mu family, but if the emperor notices something strange, the reputation of Bi Ansi will not be guaranteed for a hundred years, not to mention that this move will not be guaranteed. It will cause disputes between the two countries again, and when the time comes, the frontier..."

"Is this something you should worry about?!" Fu Qi sternly interrupted Huoxing, "Your nephew Yuan Baode is being imprisoned in Dali Temple Prison waiting to be executed after autumn, and your own sister is crying all day looking for death and life, these are not enough Are you upset? Huo Xin, think about it carefully, if you can defeat Mu Shi and Fu Ji'an's spirit this time, why worry about Dali Temple Qing's scumbag not coming to curry favor with me, as long as I can hold the Dali Temple card in my hand , when the time comes to help you exchange the civet cat for the prince, it will be a piece of cake to rescue your nephew."

Huoxing stood up with his head bowed, took three steps back, and then knelt down on the ground.

The head of the Juan Division with white hair on his temples has exercised his power for more than ten years. As a sharp knife of imperial power, he has eradicated rape and evil, and he has also taken away loyalty and goodness.It was this Huoxing who had never been swallowed up by the turbulent turmoil of courts and courts with ulterior motives and sudden changes in people's hearts, but was finally entangled by the family affection that blood was thicker than water, and made mistakes again and again.

Huo Xin: "I also ask the prince to save the life of the son of the Yuan family. I will repay the favor with all my heart and spare no effort."

After Huoxing left the East Palace, Prince Fu Qi summoned the palace servants: "Prepare the chariot and go to the Palace of Mercy to greet the empress." Part of the plan to get rid of the Mu family, the empress's help is indispensable.

On the day when the frost and cold of early winter came quietly, in a simple inn located in a remote official road forest, in the second room on the east side, Mu Zhiming was sitting at a wooden table reading a book by a big candle, when he suddenly felt the cold The wind blew in through the window, making him sneezed.

Wen Heyin, who was lying on the roof counting the stars, turned in from the window, found the bag, found a slightly thicker robe inside, and handed it to Mu Zhiming: "Put it on."

"No more." Mu Zhiming smiled at the corner of his mouth. When he saw Heyin, he immediately raised his eyebrows, and hurriedly explained, "I'm going to rest now, and I have to go on my way tomorrow morning."

"Oh, it's okay to rest." Wen Heyin stuffed the outer robe back into the package, then hung the package on the wooden frame beside the bed, and spread out the quilt on the bed to smooth it out with her hands.

Mu Zhiming put the book away, picked up the candlestick and walked to the bed. He looked at Wen Heyin and said with a smile, "I'll be in the capital in three days. Do you want the soft quilt of Duke Yan's mansion? Do you want to miss West Street?" The stove biscuits at the entrance of the alley?"

Wen Heyin: "Think about it a bit."

Mu Zhiming smiled and said, "Is it just a little bit?"

Wen Heyin nodded: "En."

"Then..." Mu Zhiming smiled with his eyes bent, and his tone suddenly dragged out, "What about this old man in the capital? Have you ever thought about it? Have you ever thought about it?"

Wen Heyin's movements of stroking the quilt paused, and he spoke after a while, his tone unnaturally high: "Young master, what are you talking about? I don't understand what an old man in the capital is."

Mu Zhiming showed a sly smile: "Those who understand, naturally understand; those who don't understand, don't need to ask; as for those who understand but pretend not to understand, alas, do you think I am explaining, or not?" What about an explanation?"

Wen Heyin: "..."

Mu Zhiming laughed a few times, and stopped teasing him: "Okay, don't say much, let's rest quickly."

The two of them blew out the candles and put on their clothes and went to sleep. The night was as cool as water and the room was silent. Mu Zhiming closed his eyes and just fell asleep, but Wen Heyin suddenly stretched out his hand to shake his shoulder, and asked softly: "Young master, what are you doing?" How do you know?"

Mu Zhiming replied: "You and I have been together since childhood, what do I not know about your affairs?"

Wen Heyin: "...Oh."

After a moment of silence, Mu Zhiming was about to fall asleep when Wen Heyin whispered again: "Actually, it's not what you think."

Mu Zhiming's sleepiness was half gone, he turned over and said softly, "I didn't say what I was thinking."

Wen Heyin calmed down, Mu Zhiming relaxed his limbs and continued to try to fall asleep, just when he finally felt a little drowsy and fell into a daze, the person beside him said again: "Okay, young master, I admit, it's what you think, and these days , I...I really miss him a little bit."

Mu Zhiming: "..."

The drowsiness was driven away again and again, and Mu Zhiming thought that he was really self-inflicted, and he said: "Now close your eyes and sleep, and you will be able to meet him in your dream."

Wen Heyin was so frightened that he sat up straight in a daze, and it took him a long time to lie down again, mumbling: "Hmph, what, who wants to meet in a dream."

Mu Zhiming lamented: "I, it's alright, I want to meet Zhou Gong, good Ayin, go to sleep, tomorrow I have to get up early and hurry."

Wen Heyin: "Oh, yes, I'm asleep."

Finally able to have a moment of peace, Mu Zhiming let out a breath, closed his eyes and rested.

It was probably because he was woken up several times, and he felt sleepy for a long time. Mu Zhiming couldn't fall asleep again, and he didn't know how long it had passed. Just when Mu Zhiming was in a daze, Wen Heyin suddenly called out to him again in a low voice. One sentence: "Master."

But this time was different from the previous few times. Wen Heyin spoke very quickly, with anxiety and apprehension, and he said immediately: "There seems to be footsteps outside the house."

"What?" Mu Zhiming was puzzled, "Footsteps?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he heard the sound of the door bolt being gently pried...