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

Gu Heyan: "...touch you?"

Mu Zhiming smiled and said, "Yeah, what's wrong? Could it be that in your heart, I can't support the wall because I'm weak, weak and muddy, and I can't even touch it?"

Gu Heyan glanced at Mu Zhiming: "I didn't think so."

"It's fine if it doesn't, if there is, I'll definitely be angry." Mu Zhiming said half-jokingly and half-seriously, "Then I will trouble Brother Gu to beat this stupid piece of wood and give me some pointers."

With that said, Mu Zhiming pulled up the bow again, Gu Heyan hesitated for a moment, approached Mu Zhiming, hesitantly stretched out his hand to hold his shoulder: "Go back."

Mu Zhiming hurriedly borrowed his strength to do so, Gu Heyan raised his arm again, and exhorted, "The shoulder, elbow and arm are in a line." After adjusting Mu Zhiming's bow-drawing posture, Gu Heyan immediately took a step back: "Look straight ahead, Song Xian."

Seeing Gu Heyan's resistance to being close to him, Mu Zhiming felt a little uncomfortable. Then he thought about it, he was here to practice bows, why should he think nonsense? Empty, but missed the straw target due to misalignment.

Mu Zhiming sighed, feeling a little disappointed, a comforting voice came from his ear, Gu Heyan said, "The posture is right, practice more."

"Okay." Mu Zhiming smiled gratefully, drawing his bow and practicing arrows again.

But he was really not good at bow and arrow. No matter how hard he tried, the arrows he shot failed to hit the straw target. Practicing arrows was something that required meditation. Mu Zhiming became more and more discouraged and impetuous.

In the twinkling of an eye, Mu Zhiming still missed the shot, he shot the arrow again angrily, and heard Gu Heyan say, "It's getting late, it's time to go."

Mu Zhiming moved for a while, then let go of the string, and the bow and arrow flew out, still missing.

Gu Heyan glanced at him and said, "I will practice in the future."

Mu Zhiming put down his bow and arrow and rubbed his sore shoulders. He didn't know what to think, but he smiled helplessly and said softly, "Some things are useful if you don't work hard."

This truth was only understood after Mu Zhiming shed all his blood and tears.

Although this life was stable and peaceful, Mu Zhiming often had nightmares, dreaming of blood-drenched and mourning past lives.

The Mu family was framed, and when the building collapsed, didn't he work hard? Didn't you try your best to save it?

He has, but is it useful?

Useless.

He watched his father and mother, Cai Wei, He Yin, imperial concubine, and Ji'an die one by one.

Every time he recalled his previous life, Mu Zhiming's heart felt like a knife and his whole body became cold. He took a deep breath and calmed down. At this moment, Gu Heyan's voice suddenly sounded: "Pull the bow."

"What?" Mu Zhiming didn't hear clearly, and looked up at Gu Heyan.

"Pull the bow." Gu Heyan repeated patiently.

Mu Zhiming hurriedly did as he did, and when he was puzzled, Gu Heyan stepped forward and stood beside him, and put his arms around Mu Zhiming.

The warm and generous palms covered Mu Zhiming's hands, led him to buckle the string and open the bow, leading him to aim at the straw target. In his ear, Mu Zhiming felt that he could lean against his chest as long as he stepped back slightly.

"Relax, look ahead." Gu Heyan's voice sounded, a little hoarse and a little trembling.

Mu Zhiming hurriedly took two deep breaths, holding his breath and staring straight ahead.

"I said loose, just let it go." Gu Heyan said.

"Okay." Mu Zhiming nodded.

Accompanied by a crisp "loose", the sharp arrow roared through the sky and hit the bull's-eye.

Mu Zhiming was stunned for a moment, but at this moment, Gu Heyan had let go of Mu Zhiming, took two steps back, Mu Zhiming came back to his senses, and immediately shouted with joy, "I hit it!"

"Well, so you can." Gu Heyan said seriously.

Gu Heyan's tone was as indifferent as in the past, but it dispelled the helpless chill that Mu Zhiming had just remembered, making his chest feel as warm as sunshine.

Mu Zhiming clenched his fists gratefully, and smiled with his eyes bent: "The ancients have a cloud, the kindness of a master is sincere, so I should call you Master too, thank you Master for your guidance!"

Gu Heyan was stunned for a moment, as if frightened, then lowered his head and didn't answer the words, just said: "...It's time to go."

"Okay!" Today's Mu Zhiming doesn't care much about Gu Heyan's indifference. He is willing to take care of himself, which is a blessing. Even if he doesn't want to, the kindness given by Gu Heyan can't allow Mu Zhiming to alienate him. Face.

The two were about to leave the Qishe Garden when they suddenly remembered that Fu Ji'an had not returned after going to the Imperial Physician's Office to bandage his palms.

Gu Heyan still wanted to look for the seventh prince, and then left the palace after salute, Mu Zhiming waved his hand: "Don't worry so much, he must be hiding somewhere to be lazy, I'll go look for him, Brother Gu, you can leave with confidence. "

After the two separated, Mu Zhiming found Fu Ji'an in Fengyi Palace who was laughing and eating snacks with the palace servants. Mu Zhiming stepped forward and grabbed his ears and face, no matter whether he was the prince or not.

"Ah!!" Fu Ji'an screamed, "Brother Mu, I was wrong!"

Mu Zhiming's eyes narrowed slightly, and he smiled like a sly fox: "Wrong? No, how delicious dim sum, how fun wood carving, how fun chatting, isn't it?"

Fu Ji'an was most afraid of his sarcastic remarks like this, shaking his head into a rattle: "It's not delicious, it's not fun, it's not interesting, Brother Mu, just spare me this time!"

"Okay." Mu Zhiming said slowly.

"Huh?!" Fu Ji'an couldn't believe his ears, his eyes were like copper bells, how could Mu Zhiming speak so well!

"You can spare me." Mu Zhiming smiled, "But next time you practice martial arts, you have to take me with you."

"No problem!" Fu Ji'an nodded again and again.

Mu Zhiming raised the corner of his mouth and smiled, and there was a bit of success in his eyes.

Five days later, withered and yellow leaves fell, the vegetation was bleak, and the weather became colder and colder, Mu Zhiming went into the palace early to get Fu Ji'an to get up and read in the cold of the morning.

Fu Ji'an mourned for a while, then resigned himself to his fate and got up. Mu Zhiming asked him expectantly, "Is today's schedule going to the South Academy in the morning and riding to the Shepherd Garden in the afternoon?"

Fu Ji'an stretched and rubbed his eyes: "Brother Mu, rest this afternoon."

"Are you being lazy again?" Mu Zhiming raised his fingers and slapped his head lightly.

Fu Ji'an held his head and defended: "It's not! It's because the master doesn't have time to come to the palace to teach me, it's not that I'm lazy!"

Mu Zhiming was taken aback: "Why is he not free?"

"Brother Mu, don't you know?" Fu Ji'an said, "There is an emergency war in the northwest frontier, and the Xirong people are attacking with troops. The beacon fires are raging, and the battle report travels thousands of miles every day to be sent to Beijing. After that, I ordered him to lead the Rongyan Army to the northwest immediately, starting today, Master has to see General Gu off!"

Mu Zhiming was stunned for a moment, suddenly remembered something, his face suddenly turned pale, his blood was cold, and he blurted out: "General Gu can't go!"

"Brother Mu, what did you say?" Fu Ji'an wondered, "General Gu won't go, who else can go?"

Mu Zhiming lost his mind immediately, murmured for a while, but he couldn't say a word.

one

The ancestral temple of the Gu family's ancestral hall, with incense and green smoke lingering, the vermilion tablet in Phnom Penh is solemn and silent, all look up at Gu Miao, who is kneeling in the center of the ancestral hall. He got up, turned his head, and saw Gu Heyan standing at the door.

The boy in white stood there, and the sun and the clear light fell behind him, lining him like a silent stone statue. At that moment, Gu Miao was in a trance and confused: When did his son grow so big?

When he was silent, Gu Heyan spoke slowly, and he paused word by word, as if he had exhausted all his strength in order to say these words.

"Father, if this trip is gone, do you have any regrets?"

As soon as these words came out, the world fell silent.

Gu Miao looked at Gu Heyan, and behind him was the ancestors of the Gu family who wrote the word "loyalty" in blood for more than a hundred years.

Gu Miao smiled and replied.

"No regrets."