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

The heavy short crossbar in front of the wooden door was gently lifted by the back of the knife inserted through the crack of the door, moved to the side and put down again, making irregular knocking sounds in the silent darkness, the sound was very small but alarming.

At first Wen Heyin thought it was a thief, she stood up and yelled loudly: "Where is the little thief, so arrogant!?" He tried to scare away the people outside.

After he roared, the room was silent for a moment, and suddenly! The people outside actually started kicking the door with their feet! It seems that I can't wait to rush in immediately! The loud noise of the cracked door disturbed the tranquility of the night, and then, the horrific screams from the next room turned this mountain station into a place of terror.

Both Wen Heyin and Mu Zhiming were so frightened that Wen Heyin came back to his senses, picked up his sword and walked towards the door.

Mu Zhiming dragged him back: "Ayin, let's escape, we won't fight with them, who knows how many people are outside and how their martial arts are!"

"Okay." Wen Heyin dragged the wooden table and wooden cabinet stool to the door to hold it against the door for a while, and then trotted to the window with Mu Zhiming. Wen Heyin grabbed the wooden frame on the top of the window with both hands and kicked her feet out quietly. With a sound, he turned over to the tiled roof, and then reached out and pulled Mu Zhiming up.

Only when Mu Zhiming stood firm on the roof, he heard the loud bang of the door being kicked, and the 'bang bang' sound of knocking down tables and chairs one after another while searching for people.

"Master, let's go." Wen Heyin lowered her voice, and the two of them ran from the far left to the right of the roof of the inn, and Wen Heyin leaned over to make sure that there was no one in the room and turned over. , took Mu Zhiming down again.

This room had obviously just been attacked. The floor was in a mess. The tables and chairs fell to the ground. Mu Zhiming took two steps and tripped over something. With the help of Bo Liangyuehui, he lowered his head and looked intently, and immediately covered his mouth in fright. .

It was a entourage in the mission, his throat was cut by a sharp blade, and the whole person fell in a pool of blood because he couldn't rest his eyes, and his turbid eyes were round.

If Mu Zhiming and Wen Heyin were not chatting but were sleeping, then at this time, they would have been two corpses.

After fighting around the roof for some time, the two avoided the assassins and came to the stables of the post station, but there were no horses in the stables, so the two had to escape with both feet. If they did not stay, neither the post envoy nor the people in the embassy would let go. The screams echoed for a while, and the smell of blood was strong.

Wen Heyin dragged Mu Zhiming out of the station and ran fast in the woods in the mountains. After a while, the two assassins caught up and caught up. Wen Heyin pushed Mu Zhiming behind him, drew his sword and stepped forward, fighting two with one attack. .

The three of them fought hard in the forest. In the shadow of the sword and the sword, Wen Heyin stunned one of the assassins with weaker martial arts with the hilt, but just as he was breathing, a short dart cut through the air and smashed the air. He plunged into Wen Heyin's right shoulder - another assassin threw a hidden weapon and attacked.

"Uh!" Wen Heyin covered his shoulders in pain and took two steps back, the blood red and warm spilled out of his fingers and fell on the weeds, his face turned pale.

"Ayin!" Mu Zhiming shouted in panic.

The assassin originally wanted to take advantage of the victory to chase down Wen Heyin, but when he heard Mu Zhiming's voice, he immediately raised his sword and turned to charge at him.

But someone was faster than him. Just when the sword in the assassin's hand was only a few inches from Mu Zhiming's chest, a three-foot-long thin sword ran through the assassin's throat.

The assassin was too careless and underestimated Wen Heyin's light work. Wen Heyin rushed over desperately, but fortunately, Mu Zhiming was saved at the critical moment.

The warm blood from the assassin's neck splattered on Mu Zhiming's body, causing him to tremble all over, but he didn't care about wiping the blood at all, he panicked and stepped forward to support Wen Heyin, whose shoulders were injured, his heart tensed: "Ayin! Are you ok?!"

"Master, let's go." Wen Heyin gritted her teeth, "There are footsteps coming towards us from the direction of the station. The voices are very mixed and there are many people."

The two staggered and ran a few steps into the depths of the forest, when suddenly they encountered a mountain stream and a deep pool blocking their way, Wen Heyin was about to take a detour, and Mu Zhiming grabbed him: "Ayin, let's hide in the deep pool! If you run away like this, you will definitely be caught up, so it’s better to gamble with your life!”

"What?" Wen Heyin was surprised, "Master, I'm a martial artist and I'm not afraid to hold my breath, but you can't!"

"I can do it!" Mu Zhiming said, "Did you forget that I practiced when I was young? Don't say it, go on!"

Gui Soul was hanging in the air, thousands of miles were clear, and a trace of vitality was hidden in a deep pool that was cold to the bones, allowing Mu Zhiming and Wen Heyin to escape the search and pursuit of black-clothed assassins.

Although they escaped the assassin, the wet clothes and the cold night in the deep mountains almost killed them both.

On the mountain road looking for help, Wen Heyin fainted due to excessive blood loss. Mu Zhiming carried him all the way, holding his breath and walking to the entrance of a small village at the foot of the mountain when dawn broke. Crooked, he fell to the side of the road with Wen Heyin. Fortunately, a kind-hearted villager passed by and rescued the two.

The two were injured in the village for three days. During this period, Mu Zhiming vaguely guessed who sent the assassin, and knew that it was the best policy to go back to Beijing and report the matter to His Majesty. After recovering, Mu Zhiming was also caught by the cold, and his lung disease recurred and coughed every day, but the two still insisted on dragging the sick body to set off again and rush to the capital.

During the day, the two only dared to walk along the densely crowded official road, and at night they slept less and hurried on the road. Finally, in the evening three days later, they rode their horses to the outskirts of the capital city.

The journey was too hard, and Mu Zhiming coughed badly all the way. When he was resting in the tea shed on the outskirts of the city, he leaned over and sat on the wooden bench with his shoulders slumped into a ball. He asked for a cup of warm tea and put it in Mu Zhiming's hands, worried: "Master, hold on a little longer, we will be in the capital in half a day, and we will be able to return to the house, I must find out the culprit behind the scenes, good Beat him up!!"

"Ayin." Mu Zhiming held the tea in both hands and called him in a hollow voice.

"Master, what's wrong?" Wen Heyin asked.

Mu Zhiming: "How's your shoulder injury?"

Wen Heyin's injury was actually not healed, and it was still festering after working hard for many days, but he kept gritting his teeth and enduring it: "Master, my shoulder injury is fine."

Mu Zhiming: "Okay, wait until I return to the capital by myself, don't follow me."

Wen Heyin jumped up directly from the stool: "Why?!"

"Ayin, listen to me." Mu Zhiming asked Wen Heyin to sit down and said in a low voice, "Assassination of the mission is a big crime of the three clans, and the other party has already made up his mind not to spare his life and blood to wash the station, how could he let it go so easily? When we return to Beijing, there must be fraud."

Wen Heyin: "Then I want to follow you even more! What if they do it for a long time?"

Mu Zhiming shook his head: "If they want to do it, they have already done it. Now that they are near the capital, it is even more impossible for them to assassinate them openly. They will only stumble secretly. You listen to me, I know what you say."

Wen Heyin pursed her lips unwillingly, and said after a long time, "Okay, then I will listen to you."

"Don't worry, I, Mu Zhiming, are someone who just washes his neck and kills him." Mu Zhiming smiled at him gently, "Ayin, go and ask Brother Duancha if he has a pen and ink, and borrow it."

Wen Heyin nodded, and asked the people around to ask for it. He borrowed ink and brush. Mu Zhiming laid the rice paper on the table, and wrote a few words on the paper with a brush in his hand. After the ink was dry, he folded it. Hand it to Wen Heyin: "Ayin, after I leave, you quietly go back to the capital, and then hide in Master Pei, if...if something happens to me..."

Wen Heyin: "Master?!"

"What happened to me." Mu Zhiming insisted on finishing his words, "You just open this piece of paper and do as it says, do you hear me?"

Wen Heyin: "I heard, but you..."

Mu Zhiming smiled: "Don't worry, Ayin, trust me, go and return the pen and ink."

Wen Heyin couldn't resist him: "Oh..."

He put away the pen, ink, paper and inkstone, returned it to his owner and thanked him, turned his head again, and found that Mu Zhiming had left the tea shed and turned on his horse and galloped towards the capital.

"Master!" Wen Heyin never expected that Mu Zhiming would go so decisively, shouting and chasing after a few steps, but the injury on his shoulder was really painful, he could only cover his shoulder and stop to watch Mu Zhi. Tomorrow is far away.

"Master..." Wen Heyin shouted aggrievedly. He pursed his mouth and his eyes were a little red. After sniffing, he lowered his head and put the letter that Mu Zhiming handed to him on his clothes. Sit silently.

At this time, in the East Palace, Huoxing met the Prince Fu Qi and whispered with him: "Prince, Mu Zhiming will arrive in the capital in half a day."

"Okay, everything is ready, the east wind is here, it's time to catch the turtle in the urn." Fu Qi sneered, "Let's do as planned."

Huoxing nodded, clasped his fists and stepped back.

Half an hour later, in the Ciren Palace, the empress received the prince's secret letter. She held the letter in her slender hand and gently unfolded it, then folded it up after a while, and sighed softly.

The maid who was close to her body stepped forward and pinched the queen's shoulders: "Miss, what's wrong with you, why are you so depressed?"

"I just don't understand, why would someone be unwilling to give birth to a dragon child? Is it really possible to be so arrogant? That's all, believe what the Crown Prince said." "

After another stick of incense, the emperor received a letter from the frontier station in Xuande Hall. The letter contained only a few words, but the words were shocking and shocked the world.

The mission failed, and almost everyone was killed by the Gouji tribe. In order to save his life, Mu Zhiming collaborated with the enemy and betrayed the country. He informed the Gouji people of the location of the Rongyan army's food and grass, and he cheated on him after returning to the country. Concealed, pretended to be an emissary and succeeded in trying to get away with it.

The emperor did not immediately believe these words. He urgently summoned Huoxing, the head of his cronies, to enter the palace and ordered him to investigate the matter thoroughly.

Huo Xin bowed his head and saluted to receive the decree, but he did not even leave the Xuande Hall. This wave of unrest started again and again. Some palace people hurried into the hall, bent down and bowed, and said in the emperor's ear: "Your Majesty, just now the Empress is here. The Fengyi Palace said that someone accused the concubine of the imperial concubine of secretly storing medicines outside the palace, which was intended to go against the emperor, pollute the quiet place of the six palaces, and ordered the Fengyi Palace to be searched upside down."

"What?" The emperor heard the words and stood up, Long Yan was furious, "Place the Fengyi Palace!"