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

The carriage swayed through the bustling Beijing streets, Mu Zhiming's face was very bad, and he lightly pinched his eyebrows with one hand.

"Master, are you alright?" Wen Heyin asked worriedly. When he entered the wing to look for Mu Zhiming, he saw Mu Zhiming, who was supposed to take a lunch break, sitting on the bed, panting softly, with cold sweat all over his forehead. Not sure what happened. "It's fine." Mu Zhiming smiled reluctantly and closed his eyes. But as soon as he closed his eyes, what he had dreamed about during his lunch break came into view.

He dreamed that he was walking on the road of exile where the snow was piercing to the bone, with hair disheveled and shackles on his shoulders.

Every time he took a step, he saw a person, first the father who was cut in the waist, then the mother who was purple from the cold, and the miner who fell in a pool of blood with a big belly...

Finally, Wen Heyin.

A Yin was disheveled, covered in bruises and whiplashes. Standing in the snow, he first said over and over again, "Master, I'm going to find someone to save you, and I'll definitely find it."

Later, he started to cry: "Master, I'm in so much pain, my body is so painful."

Mu Zhiming woke up from the nightmare covered in sweat, heard the door of the room being gently pushed open, and the intact Wen Heyin walked in from the outside. What's up?"

"Ayin." Mu Zhiming called him in a trembling voice.

Wen Heyin walked to the bedside, and Mu Zhiming quickly grabbed his wrist and held it tightly in his hand. The touch of his skin was warm and real, which made Mu Zhiming gradually calm down. "Master."

Wen Heyin's face was embarrassed, "I don't..."

"Okay, okay." Mu Zhiming couldn't help laughing, "I know you don't like me, go and bring me a glass of water."

"Oh." Wen Heyin quickly poured a glass of warm water for Mu Zhiming, Mu Zhiming drank it whole, took a long sigh of relief, and asked, "You entered my wing, but you are looking for me?"

"Ah, yes." Wen Heyin then remembered the purpose of her coming.

The corpse of an unnamed female with a very tragic death was found in Jingzhao Mansion yesterday.

The front from the waist up was burnt, making it impossible to see the face, while the back had bruises and whiplashes.

It is in line with the state of death described by Mu Zhiming and Pei Hantang before.

Wen Heyin was curious: "Master, how did you know such a corpse would appear?"

Mu Zhiming looked at him with a very soft voice: "If I say I guessed it, would you believe it?"

Wen Heyin: "Believe it, I will believe whatever you say."

Mu Zhiming smiled.

He really guessed.

Mu Zhiming knew why each of his close relatives died in his previous life, except for Wen Heyin. In the previous life, Wen Heyin said that she was going to find someone for help. After she left, she disappeared for two days and two nights.

But I haven't seen each other for two days, just two days, heaven and man are forever separated.

Mu Zhiming guessed that there were two reasons why the murderer dared to be so arrogant and bold. First, he saw that the Mu family was down and out, and his little guards would definitely be unconcerned. Second, the murderer was a habitual offender, and A Yin was definitely not the first to die tragically here. man in his hand.

So when he saw Pei Hantang, the young Yin of Jingzhao House, Mu Zhiming thought that he was in charge of criminal cases in the capital, so he asked about it.

What Mu Zhiming didn't expect was that the clues came so quickly.

But it is also good, Wen Heyin's death in his previous life has always been a poisonous thorn deeply rooted in Mu Zhiming's heart. If he can take this opportunity to get to the bottom of it, he will not have nightmares so frequently in the future.

The carriage drove to the gate of the Jingzhao mansion, and Pei Hantang came to greet him. After he bowed, he invited Mu Zhiming into the yamen: "Mr. Mu, I didn't expect that what you asked about really happened. If I didn't trust you, I really wanted to doubt it. Does this have anything to do with you?"

"What did you say?" Before Mu Zhiming spoke, Wen Heyin jumped out and said angrily, "If this matter really has something to do with my young master, will he take the initiative to ask you about it? Isn't he throwing himself into the net?"

Pei Hantang said with a smile: "Little thing, I'm just joking, why are you so anxious to protect the Lord?" Then he looked at Mu Zhiming: "It's my mouth that doesn't stop me, don't blame Master Mu."

Mu Zhiming bowed in return: "I also have to thank Lord Pei for being willing to tell me about this. I wonder what happened to the female corpse?"

Pei Hantang said: "The body was found in a dry well in a dilapidated temple on the outskirts of the city. No one goes to that desolate and dilapidated place on weekdays. Fortunately, a wandering monk passing through the capital rested in the temple.

Mu Zhiming listened and nodded thoughtfully.

"Zuo Zuo is still examining the body, and now we are at a loss and have no clues." Pei Hantang looked at Mu Zhiming, "Mr. Mu, since you don't know if a murder will happen, is there anything else you can tell me?"

Mu Zhiming shook his head: "I don't know more than you."

"Yes"

Pei Hantang thought he would know something from Mu Zhiming, but he couldn't help but be disappointed when he heard this answer.

"Mr. Pei." Mu Zhiming clasped his fists and said sternly, "I have something I want to ask Lord Pei boldly. Excuse me, can I investigate this case with you, because who is the real murderer is very important to me. I will definitely not bother Master Pei, and I will help him."

Pei Hantang looked at Mu Zhiming suspiciously, and couldn't understand why he, a child of a hairpin, would be interested in such ominous matters, he thought for a moment, and said, "Mr. Mu, you also know that our Jingzhao Mansion always has rules. It is extremely inappropriate to allow others to intervene in the case.”

Hearing this, Mu Zhiming immediately showed frustration, but Pei Hantang said: But, this little guard behind Mr. Mu had made a great contribution to the capture of the thief in Jingzhao Mansion. He has great martial arts. I believe this case has With his help, it must be like divine help, and he is the guard of the Mu Da people, so on weekdays, the guard will naturally be by the master's side.

Mu Zhiming's eyes lit up, he understood what Pei Hantang meant, and hurriedly clasped his fists and bowed in gratitude.

"No, no." Pei Hantang hurriedly stretched out his hand to stop it. "The death of the female corpse is complicated. I'm afraid it will be difficult to make a conclusion today. Master Mu will come back tomorrow afternoon."

"Okay, let's say goodbye first." Mu Zhiming said goodbye and left with Wen Heyin

In the early morning of the next day, Qinglu dyed the phoenix tree, and at this hour, the Gu Mansion became lively. Gu Heyan was having breakfast in the wing room when Pei Hantang pushed open the door and walked into the room excitedly: "Yuyi, guess who I was with yesterday?"

Gu Heyan couldn't lift his spirits, and said lightly, "Who?"

Pei Hantang pulled over a round wooden bench and sat down opposite Gu Heyan, leaning his elbows on the table and winking: "The prince of the Yan Kingdom that you are thinking of in your heart, courtesy. Lord Minister of the Ministry, Mu Zhiming."

Gu Heyan: …