Chapter 7： you **** bastard

Seeing people move away from his embrace, Gu Heyan's eyes dimmed, he suppressed the loss in his heart, looked at Mu Zhiming and asked, "Are you hurt?"

Mu Zhiming stood up, his voice trembled, and his expression was astonished: "Why... how could it be you?"

How could it be Gu Heyan! How could he be the one who saved him!

What about the previous life! Could it be that he was the same in the previous life?

Mu Zhiming's question left Gu Heyan speechless.

Sure enough, he hoped that Fu Yi would save him?

"This jade pendant is yours?" Mu Zhiming suddenly rushed forward, his fingertips trembling pointing at the scarlet phoenix nirvana agate jade pendant on Gu Heyan's waist.

"Yes." Gu Heyan untied the jade pendant tied around his waist and handed it to Mu Zhiming, "Like it? Accept it."

Mu Zhiming was stunned for a while, and then waved his hands in disbelief, "No no no, that's not what I meant."

Gu Heyan lowered his eyes, held the jade pendant that he couldn't give away, and laughed at himself.

What stupid thing he is doing, Mu Zhiming definitely doesn't want his own things.

"That, thank you for saving me." Mu Zhiming took a few deep breaths. Although he had not yet recovered from the intertwined yin and yang, he still thanked him first.

Gu Heyan glanced at him, put away the jade pendant, stood up and hugged Mu Zhiming horizontally: "Let's go, you are afraid of the cold, go to the tent."

"Brother Tai, don't bother like this, I can go by myself... Ah Jiu!" The mountain wind was steep, the chill hit him, and the drenched Mu Zhiming shivered firmly in Gu Heyan's arms.

Gu Heyan hugged Mu Zhiming without saying a word, his posture was steady, his steps were light, and he leaped up the mountain stream effortlessly. The meeting was quiet, and he was rubbing against Gu Heyan's red horse's neck, unbelievably docile.

"Why didn't you see you when you threw me? You are like a flying bird!" Mu Zhiming accused angrily, wishing he could go up and lick its mane twice.

Gu Heyan hugged Mu Zhiming to the back of the red horse, unfastened the rope on the side of the red horse, tied one end to the bridle of the royal horse, and held the other end in his hand. In his arms, Zhiming snorted, driving a red horse and leading a royal horse to the direction of the tent.

On both sides of the mountain road, the trees whose dead leaves have not fallen but have been dyed with spring all retreated in front of him. Mu Zhiming calmed down and began to recall various experiences in his previous life, trying to cut and sort out the myriad threads.

In the last life, he fell into a coma and was in the Spring Hunting Camp when he woke up, holding the vermilion agate jade pendant tightly in his hand. After Mu Boren and the imperial concubine confirmed that he was all right, they got up and left the camp one after another, leaving the tent for him to rest. Yi came to visit and saw that he was awake and healthy, he sighed lightly, his eyes were gentle like water, and he stroked his forehead and said, "It's okay, it's okay to see you fall into a puddle, it really scared me."

Mu Zhiming's heart trembled and asked, "Did you save me?"

Fu Yi looked into his bright eyes, was silent for a moment, and then suddenly smiled: "Yes."

"Thank you very much for your life-saving grace, Your Highness. In the future, I will make a grass ring, and I will not forget to repay my kindness until I die. By the way, I will give this back to you." Mu Zhiming hurriedly handed over the vermilion jade pendant in his hand to Fu Yi.

Fu Yi's eyes flashed with surprise, he stretched out his hand to accept it and said with a smile, "I thought I fell into the depths of a pond, but it turns out that you are here, I am fortunate, by the way, this is an object given to me by my father, if it is known to others I've lost it before, and I'm afraid that someone who wants to talk too much will get into trouble, can you please don't tell others about it."

At this time, Mu Zhiming was very grateful to Fu Yi for saving his life.

But now, recalling all this, Mu Zhiming couldn't help but put his hand on his forehead and gnashed his teeth.

Fu Yi, your **** is a king! Eight! Egg!

"Headache?" A cold voice came from behind, and Mu Zhiming was so frightened that he held back his hands and straightened his waist, not daring to show any signs of weakness: "No, it doesn't hurt."

Mu Zhiming didn't know why he reacted like this, probably because Gu Heyan's iron-blooded general's appearance was so deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, in front of him, he really couldn't show any weakness, and he felt that he would be scolded as a waste in the next second.

"It's almost here." As soon as Gu Heyan finished speaking, the red horse jumped out of the forest, and the large tent of Spring Hunting appeared in front of the two of them.

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The fact that Mu Zhiming fell into the water really startled everyone.

In fact, he was born with insufficiency since he was a child, and he was often sick when he was young.

The imperial concubine loves him. After she is busy, she calls the accompanying imperial doctor for consultation, and orders someone to bring her warm fur coat. After a lot of tossing, Mu Zhiming finally no longer has fever, but he is still warm and warm. He spent four full days in his soft mattress, so he missed the spring hunting.

On the fifth day, the Spring Hunting Sacrificial Ceremony is an important day when the emperor's audience and ministers hunted animals and animals, sprinkled wine and sacrificed the blessings of the heavens, and asked for protection and protection from disasters and harm throughout the years.

Early in the morning, the imperial concubine and Mu Boren went to the Dragon tent to invite An to accompany him, and stopped guarding Mu Zhiming.

Mu Zhiming knew that it would be inappropriate for him to lie down again today, just as his body was no longer hurt, so he struggled to get up.

Suddenly, the tent curtain was lifted, and the young Fu Ji'an entered with the cold wind, and Mu Zhiming shivered again.

"Fu Ji'an! I think you are really my angel!" Mu Zhiming had just left the warm fur and soft mattress, without his coat on, when the cold wind blew, he crawled back again, hugging the quilt and shrinking into a ball shivering.

"Brother Mu, why aren't you getting better?" Fu Ji'an asked worriedly.

It's no wonder you beat me like this!

Mu Zhiming thought for a while: "You want me to be cured, right?"

"Hmm!" Fu Ji'an nodded innocently, "Of course."

"How sincere is your heart?" Mu Zhiming asked.

Fu Ji'an said: "The bright moon is Zhaozhao, and the Cang Cang can learn from it."

"You have memorized the "Book of Rites", and I will be fine." Mu Zhiming smiled slyly.

Fu Ji'an thought for a while, and said seriously, "Brother Mu, you are still ill."

Mu Zhiming: "…"

Seeing that Mu Zhiming was about to pounce on him, Fu Ji'an hurriedly shouted: "I'm going to pay my respects to the concubine! Farewell! Brother Mu, if you're not feeling well, take a rest first, it's not yet time to worship the auspicious ceremony, get up early. !" After saying that, he escaped from the camp.

Mu Zhiming was so angry that he gritted his teeth, thinking about it and finding it funny.

This is actually a virtuous king who is often praised by the emperor in the future, regarded as a thorn in the eye by the prince and Fu Yi, and is known for his calm temperament.

The young Andrew grew into a young man, and Hai Boshang became a mulberry field.

"It's not yet... It's really early..." Mu Zhiming murmured, rubbing his forehead, feeling a faint trend of getting hot again, and quickly closed his eyes to rest.

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On the other side, Fu Ji'an just walked out of the tent and bumped into someone.

The man bowed and saluted, his tone was flat: "I have seen the seventh prince."

Fu Ji'an was fortunate that he recognized him. He was the son of Gu Miao, the great general of the imperial family, Gu Heyan. He heard that he was young and promising, and was very good at riding and archery. Even the emperor had praised him.

When I see it now, it is truly extraordinary.

"Don't be too polite." Fu Ji'an said quickly.

Gu Heyan stood up straight, did not speak, and just stood there.

"Uh..." Fu Ji'an didn't know what he meant, but he was a little helpless. He looked embarrassed, and after walking a few steps in the direction of the dragon tent, he secretly turned around and glanced at Gu Heyan still standing there. His posture was as straight as a bamboo pine, but he didn't know what he was waiting for or guarding.

Fu Ji'an scratched his head in confusion, and took another two steps forward. Suddenly, Fulin felt his heart, turned his head and ran back to He Yan's side, and asked, "Do you want to enter the account to visit the Prince of Yan?"

Gu Heyan's eyes lit up and nodded.

Fu Ji'an is complacent.

He knows it!

Mu Zhiming was resting in the tent belonging to the concubine's concubine's relatives. The concubine's concubine was not there, and there was no one to ask for instructions, so Gu Heyan could not enter at will.

"It's okay, reporting to me is the same as reporting to my mother-in-law, so don't worry about going in." Fu Ji'an said enthusiastically, and told the gatekeeper, "Let him in, no need to stop him."

"Thank you, Seventh Prince." Gu Heyan saluted with fists, and after seeing Fu Ji'an leave, he lifted the curtain and entered the tent.