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

The sky was clear and the wild goose went south. It was cool but not cold. In the wing of the East Courtyard of Mu Mansion, Mu Zhiming was wearing a green brocade robe with bamboo leaves, sitting at the desk, holding a wolf-haired brush and writing his third letter to the emperor.

The autumn light in the courtyard is warm, the birds are chirping, the leaves are silent, and Caiwei in the room serves on the side, quietly studying ink for Mu Zhiming. Unable to hold back, he said, "Master, don't write anymore. Even if you write another ten or one hundred letters, Madam won't let you go to the frontier."

Mu Zhiming smiled and continued to write without saying a word.

"Master..." Cai Wei said hesitantly, "It's going to be winter soon, then north..."

"Sister Caiwei, I will take good care of myself, don't worry." Mu Zhiming reassured her softly.

Caiwei sighed and pursed her lips, no more words, and continued to study ink.

Wen Heyin put a grape in her mouth, put her hands behind her head, and muttered: "Sister Caiwei, you don't need to be distressed, it's no wonder the young master can go! This has been talked about for more than ten days, the madam doesn't allow it, sir Don't say anything, the emperor ignores you, the seventh prince refuses to let you go, I don't understand, why do you have to go to the frontier, young master? Are you stupid?"

Caiwei put down the ink stick in her hand and stepped forward to knock Wen Heyin's head.

Wen Heyin hugged her head and continued to say reluctantly, "That's what it is, how good it is to be a carefree son in the capital, young master, you are the son of the Duke of Yan, in this capital, what do you want? .Why do you have to suffer in the frontier where chickens and dogs hate birds without shit? I heard that the food over there is stinky and bloody, but the glutinous pastries you love are not the same!"

Caiwei nodded in agreement, then raised her palm and continued to greet Wen Heyin's forehead.

"Really? Do I have what I want?" Mu Zhiming asked with a smile, a smile like Xu Xu Qingfeng and Mingyue Qinghui.

"Of course!" Wen Heyin jumped up from the chair, "What do you want? Say it! I'll find it for you!"

Mu Zhiming laughed loudly, his words were sonorous and powerful, and the sea was hidden deep in his eyes: "I want people in the world to stop talking about me with the four words of "playful boy"."

"I want the prince of Yan Guogong not to touch the honor of Yan Guogong at all."

"I want this world to be stable thanks to my admiration."

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Three days later, Mu Zhiming's mentor, Mrs. Cheng, the only old gentleman who was still alive in the country of Gouji, wrote to the emperor with three thousand words, saying that he had cultivated peaches and plums for thirty years, and that only one could inherit the mantle.

Three days later, Mu Zhiming entered the palace and had a long talk with the noble concubine.

On the same day, the imperial decree was sent to the Duke of Yan, and Mu Zhiming was appointed as a foreign minister of the Ministry of Rites, and it was decided that he would go to the northeast frontier.

The imperial decree cannot be violated, even if Mu Boren and Gong Shi are reluctant to part, no matter how distressed they are, they can only nod their heads in agreement.

Before leaving the capital, Mu Zhiming went to Gu's mansion and asked Aunt Liang if he had anything to bring to Gu Heyan. Aunt Liang took Mu Zhiming's hand and said that he had been traveling so long and hard, how could he bother him to bring something , went to the frontier, said hello to Gu Heyan for her, and asked Gu Heyan to take care of herself.

Mu Zhiming entered the palace and met with Fu Ji'an again. At this time, Fu Ji'an was much calmer. Although he was reluctant to part, he would not cry. Mu Zhiming asked him to study hard, and then think about it again, when he comes back, Prince Fu Qi will enter the East Palace, Fu Yi will be named King Su, and Fu Ji'an will be named King Xian. A lot of emotion in my heart.

But because of this, he had to go here. Only by establishing a career can he protect the Mu family.

After saying goodbye reluctantly to everyone, Mu Zhiming set out on the road lightly, and Wen Heyin followed him as a personal guard.

On the eleventh day after Mu Zhiming left Beijing, Fu Yi went to Fengyi Palace to greet him. The concubine leaned lazily on Luohan's couch, smiled and called him to come and sip melon seeds together, and said to him, "Now I am leaving Zhu. When he's gone, Ji An is lonely without his companion, so if you have time, come to Fengyi Palace to play with him more often."

Seeing Fu Yi nodding and agreeing, the concubine said again: "Yi'er, do you want to leave Zhu? Oh, he was caring since he was a child. He has only been gone for a few days, and I miss him a little."

Fu Yi looked at the beautiful face of the imperial concubine, with sharpness hidden in the depths of his eyes: "You envy him."

The imperial concubine was slightly startled, looked up at Fu Yi, and then said with a smile: "You just read a travel journal that I wrote when I was young, why are you still talking about it?"

Fu Yi said, "Am I wrong? Wander around the rivers and lakes, sing on horses, and sing freely..."

The imperial concubine stretched out her hand and tapped Fu Yi's head mercilessly as if she were treating a child. While knocking, she said angrily, "I'll let you expose my pain, let you expose it, hum."

Fu Yi lowered his head, shut up and let her beat.

The imperial concubine became angrier as she knocked. She didn't want to talk about Fu Yi anymore, so she grabbed a handful of melon seeds and slammed it on her own, and muttered, "I don't know where Xiaoli Zhu is..."

At this time, the desert was like snow, the silver moon was like a hook, the horns sounded outside the fortress, and in the large tent of the military camp, all the soldiers sat in the tent and reported to the commander what they had done today.

Although Gu Heyan was only nineteen years old, his prestige was extremely high. Gu Heyan frowned slightly, listening intently to building walls, stockpiling food, training troops, etc., with clear rewards and punishments.

When the last soldier reported, Gu Heyan seemed a little uneasy for some reason, and looked at the curtain frequently. The soldier thought he was wrong and broke into a cold sweat, but after he reported, Gu Heyan did not accuse him. Nodding and saying hard work.

At this moment, the curtain was suddenly opened, and the soldiers clasped their fists and knelt down on one knee: "Report! The minister of ritual sent by the imperial court has arrived!"

Then all the soldiers watched their usual indifferent and calm head coach stand up as if being robbed, and in a panic, they overturned the low table in front of them.

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The horse-drawn carriage, which had been running around for several days, slowly drove into the barracks and stopped beside the sentry wooden watchtower. The curtain was lifted, and Wen Heyin jumped off the carriage and turned around to help the people behind him.

Mu Zhiming was wearing a dark cyan thick cotton-padded coat and a plain white cloak with a cirrus moire pattern. He waved his hand to indicate that Wen Heyin didn't need to help him. He slowly got off the carriage and covered his lips and coughed a few times.

Wen Heyin folded her arms and shook her head, with a "look at yourself" look.

Mu Zhiming smiled lightly and said, "Isn't it okay to cough twice?" Then he looked up and looked into the distance. The night was dark, and the fifty-stringed bonfire started. The frontier war was settled, and the military camp was quiet and solemn, but the sky was full of yellow sand. There was still a trace of blood, and Mu Zhiming was still sighing when he suddenly heard the sound of hurried horse hooves from far to near, and he turned his head to look.

The arrogant young general in silver armor came with a horse and restrained the horse a few meters away. The two soldiers who followed were puzzled and hurriedly followed suit.

Gu Heyan jumped off his horse, glanced at Mu Zhiming from a distance, and then strode towards him.