The Rebirth Of The General Who Always Sees Himself As A Replacement - Chapter 142

Gu Heyan held the invitation card and looked at it over and over, without saying a word for a while.

Although he didn’t do anything wrong, Mu Zhiming felt an inexplicable guilty conscience. He tugged at Gu Heyan’s sleeve and said with a pleasing smile, “Sit down and talk.”

Gu Heyan glanced at him and sat down on the round stool beside the table.

Mu Zhiming raised the white porcelain teapot on the table, poured him a glass of water, put it in front of him, and then said, “I sent someone to send it last night, and I haven’t replied yet.”

“En.” Gu Heyan narrowed his eyes, put the invitation on the table, covered the side with the words ‘Li Zhu Qin Kai’ on the table, and looked up at Mu Zhiming: “Are you going to make an appointment?”

“I…” Mu Zhiming hesitated.

Yesterday, his mind was all about Gu Heyan’s return to Beijing, and he completely forgot about it. He didn’t even think about whether to go to the appointment or not, so after being suddenly asked, he couldn’t give an answer at once.

The moon shadows passed by the screen window, and there was silence in the wing for a moment.

Taking advantage of this quiet moment, Mu Zhiming thought about it seriously, and then said: “He Yan, after you went to prison last time, Fu Yi did help without asking for anything in return, so this banquet is reasonable. It shouldn’t be rejected, and as the saying goes, if you don’t enter a tiger’s den, you won’t get a tiger’s son, if this time, I can find out what Fu Yi’s plan is in this life, and I can think about countermeasures in the future.”

Gu Heyan asked, “Aren’t you worried about the Hongmen Banquet?”

Mu Zhiming shook his head: “No, let’s not say that Fu Yi also hired King Xian, and if he really wanted to kill me, there were countless opportunities to do it before, why didn’t he do it at that time, and chose this one. Act on a stormy day.”

Gu Heyan fell silent.

Mu Zhiming held Gu Heyan’s hand and said solemnly, “Heyan, in the past and present life, my heart is at ease, only by your side, don’t you believe me?”

Gu Heyan said softly, “It’s not that I don’t believe you, it’s just…”

It’s just that he’s afraid that he won’t be able to compete with others.

He hesitated to speak, and returned to hold Mu Zhiming’s hand.

It was only then that Mu Zhiming realized that although Gu Heyan was already in the same mind with himself, married and intimate, the knot in his heart remained unresolved.

But Gu Heyan has a temperament that doesn’t talk much. He keeps his unease and anxiety in his heart, like a child who doesn’t cry when he falls, he endures everything silently. If others don’t discover his injury in time, he will Can let the wound fester badly.

Mu Zhiming said, “He Yan, you and I are of the same mind. You can tell me what you think in your heart and what you think in your mind.”

Gu Heyan nodded.

But still did not speak.

Mu Zhiming smiled helplessly: “Since you nodded, then tell me what you are thinking now.”

Gu Heyan looked at his bright eyes and said softly, “I… miss you very much.”

These simple words made Mu Zhiming’s heart tremble.

That’s right, how can the joy of Xiaobie’s reunion be disturbed by the chaos of the world.

Mu Zhiming stood up abruptly and tugged at Gu Heyan: “Follow me.”

Although Gu Heyan didn’t know why, he still followed Mu Zhiming obediently.

Moonlight entered the house, bright lanterns hung in the corridor, Mu Zhiming pulled Gu Heyan through the corridor and came to the study.

Mu Zhiming used to be quiet when reading books on weekdays, so there were very few servants here. Only the green bamboo forest rustled by the wind behind the study was accompanied by the bright moon.

Gu Heyan: “Why are you here?”

Mu Zhiming smiled and didn’t answer, dragged him into the study, closed the door tightly, and lit the candles, and the study was bright as day.

Mu Zhiming walked to the cabinet desk, where the Four Treasures of the Study were placed for many years. Mu Zhiming picked up the bowl with clear water on the table, poured some water into the inkstone, and held the ink stick and lifted his sleeve to grind for a while, until the ink thickened. He stopped his hand when thick, and then picked a soft-haired wolf from the moon white glaze pen holder and handed it to Gu Heyan. Mu Zhiming smiled and said, “Dip ink.”

Gu Heyan thought he was going to write something, so he took the brush, touched the inkstone with the tip of the pen to evenly dab the ink, raised his head again, and froze in place.

In a matter of seconds, Mu Zhiming had taken off his light blue shirt and only the white underwear, but he didn’t stop, he untied his belt again and opened his chest.

He still had the scars he suffered from the nail plate before, but Dr. Kuang kept telling him to use the ointment to remove the scars, so the white marks didn’t look ugly and they still had a tendency to subside.

“Write it.” Mu Zhiming, who closed the door and talked about fun, never knew how to restrain himself, but at this moment, he laughed unrestrainedly.

Gu Heyan couldn’t react, he was at a loss with the brush: “What, what?”

“Aren’t you always worried that I don’t want you?” Mu Zhiming pointed to his chest, all the way down to his lower abdomen, “Come, write, this is owned by Gu Heyan, and then I will go to the banquet like this, how about it?”

Gu Heyan: “…”

Mu Zhiming smiled and said, “Why don’t you speak? Maybe it’s not enough to write on your chest? Then you can write on your back, okay? As long as you can feel at ease, you can write anywhere, how about it?”

The bamboo shadow swayed slightly, the candle light trembled slightly, and the room fell into silence. Gu Heyan looked at Mu Zhiming and the brush in his hand, and put it down beside the inkstone table.

Mu Zhiming thought he didn’t want to make trouble with him, and his laughing expression gradually became embarrassing.

Unexpectedly, in the next second, Gu Heyan stepped forward, wrapped his arms around Mu Zhiming’s waist and then suddenly supported his hips, and with a little effort, he carried the person to the desk. Fortunately, the desk was large and did not touch the pen holder. Inkstone, otherwise I don’t know what kind of mess it will be.

Mu Zhiming was taken aback, and said in a state of disbelief: “He Yan, this, this is a bit…indecent…”

Mu Zhiming has the etiquette of a son of a family of hairpins in his bones.

Although he dared to tease Gu Heyan without shame, he would still feel at a loss while sitting at the desk where he usually wrote and read.

Gu Heyan didn’t reply, he held the pen again, pulled away Mu Zhiming’s underwear, and wrote stroke by stroke on his body.

“Hmm…” Mu Zhiming didn’t expect the tingling and tingling sensation of the brush to be so obvious when it was swimming around his body, he couldn’t help shrinking, leaning back slightly, he gritted his teeth hard not to make any strange noises, his hands were dead He scratched the edge of the table, but there was still a ticklish vibrato in his throat.

“He Yan, write, write faster, itchy…” Mu Zhiming pleaded softly.

Gu Heyan’s hand holding the pen paused slightly, looked at Mu Zhiming, and nodded.

The brush was dipped in the cold ink, all the way down from Mu Zhiming’s chest, scribbling madly, but without reducing the strokes, until the lower abdomen completed the last vertical hook.

Mu Zhiming breathed a sigh of relief, feeling that Gu Heyan should be willing to let him go, and wanted to get off the desk, but Gu Heyan suddenly held his shoulders and refused to let him move.

Mu Zhiming was wondering, Gu Heyan pushed Mu Zhiming down on the desk with a little effort.

The pen holder was knocked down, the brushes all rolled off, and the pens that had not yet dried on the clean rice paper were stained with ink marks that were extremely difficult to wipe away.

“He Yan?” Mu Zhiming was startled. He was dizzy and didn’t know what to do when he suddenly felt that his trousers had been pulled off. When the two slender straight legs fell uncomfortably, only the lower body felt cold.

Gu Heyan glanced at the desk, picked up a brush that had never been dyed ink, and placed it in a bowl full of water.

He put his hands on Mu Zhiming’s ears, leaned over to kiss him, bit the tip of his tongue, teased the base of his tongue, raised his head a moment later, and said, “Write in it too.”

Mu Zhiming: “!?!?”

Mu Zhiming was frightened and swallowed his air.

No way, did Gu Heyan mean what he understood?

Mu Zhiming: “He Yan, how are you…”

Mu Zhiming wanted to ask him what was going on today. In the past, although Gu Heyan would occasionally act willful when the two of them acted, but he had never behaved like this today.

He only asked three words, and suddenly reacted.

Oh, that invitation.

Gu Heyan is angry and jealous!

After thinking about it, Mu Zhiming suddenly felt a lot more at ease. Compared with Gu Heyan’s dejected and silent, Mu Zhiming preferred him to be more temperamental.

Just as Mu Zhiming was shaking his head, Gu Heyan held down Mu Zhiming’s knees, folded his legs, then picked up the brush filled with water, stroked the brush wisely, and then lightly twisted the tip of the pen to squeeze it out. Drops of water about to drip…

…

No, no, no, no, there are people who don’t know where the old place is, right?

…

…then Gu Heyan picked up the clothes and wrapped Mu Zhiming tightly, and carried him back to the wing to wash his body, stuffed him into the soft and comfortable bedding, and after he fell asleep, he returned to the study to clean up everything .

By the third day of March, Mu Zhiming was still ready to go to the appointment.

Gu Heyan was obviously very worried and kept spinning beside Mu Zhiming. Although he didn’t say anything, but after sending Mu Zhiming to the sedan chair, he pressed his hand on the window of the sedan chair, and was reluctant to let go for a long time, which made the sedan chair. It’s not a matter of my husband walking, it’s not a matter of not walking, and I don’t dare to ask, like a man behind my back.

Mu Zhiming lifted the curtain of the sedan chair, smiled and said to Gu Heyan, “If I haven’t returned to the mansion before the curfew, you can go to Prince Su’s mansion to find me.”

Gu Heyan: “Okay.”

This sentence calmed Gu Heyan a little, he let go of his hand and watched the sedan chair leave.

When Mu Zhiming went to King Su’s mansion, a servant greeted him respectfully and led him into the depths of the mansion.

It is still the same waterside pavilion with carved beams and painted buildings, with only two floors. The pavilion faces a huge pond. Yiyi willows are planted by the pond. In the pond is a delicate rockery carved with white jade. The rockery is surrounded by patches of green duckweed.

Now the spring is thick, the spring breeze is blowing, and the pond water is wrinkled.

The banquet was placed on the second floor of the attic, with a square table of red sandalwood, four armchairs with rosewood and rattan hearts, and eight precious and jade foods on the table, which stretched three feet.

Fu Yi had been waiting for a long time. Seeing Mu Zhiming coming, he got up and greeted him with a smile: “Li Zhu, you are here.”

Mu Zhiming was more polite: “I have seen His Royal Highness King Su.”

“Don’t be too polite, please take a seat, Ji’an should be there in a while.” Fu Yi smiled.

Mu Zhiming walked over and sat down opposite Fu Yi.

Fu Yi poured wine for Mu Zhiming and greeted him: “It seems that I haven’t seen each other for a month? You don’t want to return to the imperial court as an official. We have met very few times.”

“His Royal Highness Xie Su.” Mu Zhiming declined, “I can’t drink alcohol, it’s easy to get drunk. If I get drunk and run into your highness, it will be bad.”

Fu Yi smiled and said, “I know your alcohol capacity, a glass is fine.”

Mu Zhiming had no choice but to say: “Then let’s wait for the King Xian to come down, let me toast together.”

Fu Yi didn’t force it any more: “Alright.”

While he was talking, a young servant hurried up to the attic, and after saluting, he said something in Fu Yi’s ear.

Fu Yi repeated loudly in surprise.

“What? Ji’an can’t make the appointment?”