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

Worrying about the cold wind entering the tent, Gu Heyan lifted the curtain very lightly when he entered the tent.

He looked around the tent, and saw a thick soft mattress and fur quilt laying in front of him on the right side, one person huddled inside, curled up into a ball, and arched out a small hill.

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

Just after Fu Ji'an left, Mu Zhiming closed his eyes and rested, the bedding was thick and warm, and the tent was quiet. He fell into a sleepy state after a while, and Gu Heyan's movements were very light, so Mu Zhiming didn't realize that someone walked into the tent. , let alone Gu Heyan beside him.

He didn't sleep peacefully, and in a daze, he dreamed that he was standing beside the terrifying abyss where **** snakes and worms churned, and Fu Yi was not far from him, holding the vermilion phoenix nirvana jade pendant in his hand.

I saw Fu Yi's expression of disdain and contempt on his face, and he wanted to throw the jade pendant into the abyss with disdain.

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

At that time, outside the dream, inside the tent, Mu Zhiming, who was not sleeping peacefully, clenched his fist tightly in his right hand, breathing a little short, as if he was having a nightmare.

Gu Heyan stood beside him beside him at a loss, leaning down to caress Mu Zhiming's forehead lightly, soothing his frown, when he suddenly heard Mu Zhiming muttering.

"Fu...Fu Yi..."

In an instant, Gu Heyan was like falling into an extremely cold ice cave, the blood all over his body was cold, and the hand that stretched out was stiff in the air, and there was nothingness in the palm of his hand.

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

The chaotic dream was annoyed. In the dream, Mu Zhiming was thinking of rushing over to beat Fu Yi into a pig 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 raising the tent curtain and walking towards him with a smile.

Mu Zhiming muttered to himself.

It's really a sin, I'm afraid of what to do.

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

"You have a physical illness and haven't recovered, so you don't have to be so strict with etiquette." Fu Yi walked to the soft mattress and stretched out his hand to stop Mu Zhiming's movements, but Mu Zhiming stubbornly saluted, showing the alienation in his heart vividly.

"Is your body feeling better?" Fu Yi asked with concern as he sat down on the low square table with silk cushions.

"It's alright, thank you for your concern, Your Highness." Mu Zhiming said lightly, "I was just about to get up and change my clothes, and I was going to bow down to the concubine, and wait for the spring hunting ceremony."

So I have something else to do, can you please stop this?

Fu Yi smiled and said: "My father went hunting in the forest yesterday, and found the superb view of Feiliu Waterfall in a valley. This morning, I brought the noble concubine, the concubine, and all the ministers and generals to enjoy the scenery, so neither of them are in the camp, you are good Rest, you don't have to ask for peace."

"That's the case. Thank you, Your Highness, for telling me that fortunately, I didn't run in vain, and I was tired." Mu Zhiming thanked him, his head hurt, and he didn't know how long he had to deal with Fu Yi.

The two were silent for a while, and the atmosphere was silent.

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

Fu Yi stared at Mu Zhiming and saw that he looked a little tired, his robe was uncovered, his lips were pale and dry, three thousand blue silk dangled on his shoulders, and half of his eyes were hidden from the side, Fu Yi thought for a moment, Reaching out to tease him like a waterfall of black hair, trying to pull him behind his ear.

Mu Zhiming was agitated, leaned back to avoid Fu Yi's hand, his eyes were extremely alert.

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

"It's my clothes that are inappropriate and rude, and I hope Your Highness will forgive me." Mu Zhiming picked up the purple hair band by the pillow and neatly tied the blue silk.

"Li Zhu, when did you and I become so different?" Fu Yi slowly stood up, his tone was playful and his smile continued.

Mu Zhiming was about to put two words, "I don't know how to stand," when he heard Fu Yi ask with a smile, "Li Zhu, do you believe in the past and present?"