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

On the first day of the first lunar month, auspicious elephants descend from the sky, and the year is full of snow and snow.

Mu Zhiming climbed high in the early Qing Dynasty and went to Qingyunfeng Chenyuan Temple to meet the Queen Mother.

There is no dust in Bodhi, the temples are flying in the clouds, and the mountains and peaks are covered in silver, which seems to be isolated from the world.

Although it was freezing cold outside, the charcoal basin was burning warmly inside the meditation room.

Mu Qingwan was dressed in Haiqing and didn't wear Fendai, which made Mu Zhiming somewhat unrecognizable.

However, when she saw Mu Zhiming, her smile was gentle, just like before.

Mu Zhiming told her about the great victory in the Northwest, and about Ji'an's selection and appointment of talents. He only talked about the present, not the past.

Mu Qingwan smiled gently while listening, and asked Mu Zhiming to take care of herself and help Ji An.

When they parted, Mu Qingwan sent Mu Zhiming to the front of the temple gate, and suddenly asked him: "Xiao Lizhu, when you come to see me next time, bring me a box of sesame cloud cakes, okay?"

Mu Zhiming: "Sesame cloud cake?"

"Yeah." Mu Qingwan smiled softly, "Someone sent me a box every three or five times. At that time, I didn't think I wanted to eat it. Now that no one sends it, I remember it very much."

Mu Zhiming: "Okay, don't worry, I will bring it to you next time I come."

"Hmm~" Mu Qingwan waved goodbye to Mu Zhiming.

Leaving Qingyun Peak to the capital, it was already twilight, and Mu Zhiming returned to Mu Mansion to accompany his parents for a New Year's Eve banquet.

As soon as he got to the door, Wen Zhongcheng lit a lantern and trotted to Mu Zhiming with a letter in red paper: "Master Hou, the general has written a letter, and he will return to Beijing in seven days!"

When Mu Zhiming heard the words, he was overjoyed, smiled, and hurriedly asked, "Really?"

"It's absolutely true!" Wen Zhong said firmly, and handed the letter to Mu Zhiming.

Mu Zhiming immediately opened the letter and read it carefully, word by word, by the light of the bright lantern and candle.

Wen Heyin stretched out her hand and brushed off the cool snow on his brocade-patterned cloak: "Young master, let's take a look when you enter the room, how windy is it here, isn't it too cold?"

Mu Zhiming's eyes were fixed, and he took time to answer: "Can't wait."

Wen Heyin asked, "Is the general really coming back?"

"Well, really." Mu Zhiming rolled his eyes, "We've been apart for half a year, and we can finally meet."

Wen Heyin: "Does the general still not know that you have recalled the past?"

"I don't know yet." Mu Zhiming smiled and nodded.

Wen Heyin: "The general will be very happy when he finds out."

Wen Zhongcheng: "Master Hou, let's go to the house first. The air vent here is really too cold. Don't make it cold."

"Okay." Mu Zhiming carefully collected the letter and walked to the wing.

When he came to the door of the wing room, Mu Zhiming stood there, he rubbed his hands that were red from the cold, and smiled and looked at the plane tree in the front yard of the wing room.

"What's wrong?" Wen Heyin asked suspiciously when he saw that he stopped again and refused to enter the house.

"Ayin." Mu Zhiming smiled, "I always thought that the general planted a plane tree here because he liked me, do you think so?"

"How do I know this! When the general comes back, you can ask him yourself!" Wen Heyin pushed Mu Zhiming to the wing, "I'm going to die from the cold, why are you not afraid of freezing?"

Mu Zhiming: "This is called the return date of Zhijun, forget the cold now."

"Come into the house, hurry in!" Wen Heyin, "Stop laughing like a fool!"

Seven days later, Gu Heyan led the soldiers of the Rongyan Army and returned to Beijing beautifully. The people beat gongs and drums to welcome him.

In front of the Golden Palace, Gu Heyan was awarded by the new emperor Fu Ji'an.

Then Fu Ji'an held a celebration banquet in Qilin Pavilion to celebrate the big day with the soldiers.

The banquet was accompanied by singing and dancing, and a song of peace was finally prosperous.

All the soldiers of the Rongyan Army who attended the banquet could stay in the palace city, but as soon as the celebration banquet was over, Gu Heyan immediately rode his horse back to the general's residence.

It was midnight, and at the time of curfew, the snowy and slippery streets of the capital were empty.

Dada's hooves stopped in front of the simple general's mansion.

Gu Heyan got off his horse and saw bright red lanterns hanging beside the scarlet plaque, and the snow on the stone steps was swept clean.

Someone knew he was going home.

Gu Heyan stepped forward hurriedly, reached out and opened the door, and glanced at it.

A round of toads came out of the clouds, the empty courtyard was completely silent, and there was a person waiting for him in the moonlight and the snow.

After several expeditions to the frontier, Gu Heyan and his two worlds triumphed.

Only this time, the General's Mansion is no longer just a simple courtyard mansion for him, but a homecoming.

"He Yan!" Mu Zhiming smiled at him, "You're back."

Gu Heyan strode towards the man, reaching out and hugging him tightly.

Mu Zhiming was hit by Gu Heyan and bent back. He took half a step to stabilize his body. He hugged Gu Heyan back and expressed his thoughts without hesitation: "I miss you so much."

"Me too." Gu Heyan's voice was muffled. He hugged him for a moment, let go, and took Mu Zhiming into the wing, "The courtyard is cold, how can you wait here?"

"I've been waiting in the room before, Heyin said that he heard the sound of horse hooves, and I came out." In order to prove that he didn't lie, Mu Zhiming held Gu Heyan's hand and let him feel the warmth of his palm.

Gu Heyan breathed a sigh of relief and brought Mu Zhiming into the wing.

There is a charcoal brazier in the wing room, which dispels the chill of winter.

Mu Zhiming saw that Gu Heyan's shoulder was wet by the cold snow, and hurriedly said: "The clothes are all wet by the snow, change them quickly, I will bring you a bowl of **** soup to drink, and go to get rid of the cold."

Gu Heyan: "Ginger soup?"

"Yeah." Mu Zhiming nodded, "I boiled it up at dusk, thinking that you might be back tonight."

Mu Zhiming wanted to go to the kitchen, but Gu Heyan held his wrist and prevented him from leaving.

Mu Zhiming looked back at Gu Heyan, "What's wrong?"

Gu Heyan looked at Mu Zhiming for a moment.

Mu Zhiming just said 'maybe back', so Mu Zhiming is not sure if he will go back tonight.

even so.

He still hung bright lanterns, cleared the snow in front of his door, and cooked **** soup. Zi Shi refused to go to bed, and when he heard the sound of horses' hooves, he waited in the courtyard drenched in snow.

Mu Zhiming: "Why are you looking at me like this... um."

Mu Zhiming did not speak, but was pulled into his arms by Gu Heyan and kissed.

The kiss was emotional and intense, and Mu Zhiming was kissed back two steps, and finally his waist was on the table and there was no way to retreat.

Gu Heyan was not willing to let go of Mu Zhiming until his lips and tongue became numb.

Mu Zhiming suffocated his head into a paste, so he still did not forget to bring **** soup to Gu Heyan in the kitchen.

Seeing Gu Heyan drinking Bi Jiang Tang, Mu Zhiming asked Gu Heyan to quickly change out of his wet clothes to avoid catching a cold.

Gu Heyan nodded and followed suit.

It's just that although the wet clothes were changed, the dry clothes could not be put on immediately.

In the evening of the next day, Gu Heyan came out of the wing and instructed Juanniang to cook some sweet white porridge and light soup.

After the meal was ready, Gu Heyan personally carried it into the wing, seeing Mu Zhiming on the bed half-dreaming, closed his eyes and dazedly reached out and patted the quilt beside him.

Knowing that he was looking for him, Gu Heyan quickly put the porridge and soup on the table and walked over quickly.

Mu Zhiming, who didn't find anyone next to him, was suddenly sober, he opened his eyes and propped up half of his body, saw Gu Heyan standing on the edge of the couch, and lay back silently.

Gu Heyan reached out and caressed the blue hair on his temples: "Get up and have some porridge."

"Let's lie down again." Mu Zhiming said lazily, reaching out and gently tugging at Gu Heyan's sleeve.

Gu Heyan understood, lay down on Mu Zhiming's side, and embraced him.

Mu Zhiming was drowsy for a while, and when he opened his eyes again, he was completely awake.

When he raised his eyes, he saw the sturdy sycamore tree outside the coffin. He remembered his previous doubts and asked with a smile, "He Yan, there is something unknown."

Gu Heyan: "What's the matter?"

Mu Zhiming: "Why did you plant the phoenix tree in the courtyard of your wing?"

Gu Heyan hesitated for a while, but said honestly, "It's because of you."

When he got the answer he wanted, Mu Zhiming rolled his eyes and smiled happily, and sighed with emotion after laughing.

Although Gu Heyan never expressed his love to him bluntly in words, but the more Gu Heyan's every move, the more he thought about it, the more he felt that he was deeply affectionate.

Mu Zhiming smiled: "He Yan, you have always been taciturn. In the past life, I always mistakenly thought that you hated me and hated me. It is not until this life that I know that your love is unshakable."

Gu Heyan caught something, his eyes opened slightly: "You said, previous life?"

"Yes." Mu Zhiming laughed loudly, "He Yan, I remember it all."

Gu Heyan hugged him, his arms trembled slightly, and murmured, "That's great, that's great..."

Mu Zhiming patted Gu Heyan's back soothingly: "I'm sorry, I made you worry."

The breeze rests on the phoenix tree, everything is happy.

In the blink of an eye, the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, the Shangyuan Festival.

Mu Zhiming and Gu Heyan tidy up the mansion in a dignified manner early in the morning, and hung delicate lanterns in the eaves, corridors and in front of the wing.

The always deserted General's Mansion finally had a festive atmosphere this year.

Mu Zhiming suddenly remembered something and asked Gu Heyan, "Heyan, there is a phoenix lantern in the wooden cabinet in your wing, do you want to hang it?"

Gu Heyan was stunned, and looked at Mu Zhiming blankly.

Mu Zhiming hurriedly explained: "When I lost my memory, I was looking for books in the wing room, and I saw it by accident. Is it offensive?"

"No..." Gu Heyan came back to his senses, "I... look for it."

"Okay." Mu Zhiming watched Gu Heyan leave, then looked up to see if the fish lantern that was hung just now was crooked.

After a while, Gu Heyan walked back, holding the phoenix lantern in his hand.

Although the skeleton of the lantern was not damaged, it had faded and became old due to storage for too long. However, when the lantern was lit, a flame seemed to rise in Phoenix's heart, which was eye-catching.

Mu Zhiming was about to ask Gu Heyan where this lantern should be hung, but Gu Heyan opened his mouth one step ahead of him.

He asked what he couldn't ask a few years ago: "I heard that the lanterns in the market today are like stars, would you like to go with me to see it?"

Mu Zhiming rolled his eyes: "Of course I would."

On the first month of the night, thousands of doors are unlocked, thousands of lights are bright, torches shine on the ground, singing and dancing are peaceful.

Mu Zhiming and Gu Heyan were watching lanterns and watching a play on the shoulder-to-shoulder street. The crowd was crowded. Gu Heyan was protecting the phoenix lantern in his hand.

They got separated.

While Gu Heyan was looking around in panic, his hand was suddenly grabbed.

He turned to look.

Mu Zhiming squeezed his way through the crowd, to his side, intertwined his fingers with him, and smiled at him: "Holding hands like this, you won't be afraid of getting separated, He Yan, go ahead, I'll go with you."

So, Gu Heyan took him.

Walked through Qingyang, Yanjie, Jinsu, and Muxue.

Walk through the prosperous world of the world.