Chapter 93： Strikingly similar history

In the tent where the envoy lived, Gu Heyan was pacing back and forth in fear.

Although Mu Zhiming didn't leave for a long time, Gu Heyan felt uneasy in this alien land where he didn't know where and when there would be danger.

After an unknown amount of time, footsteps came from outside the tent, Gu Heyan turned his head abruptly and saw that the curtain was lifted, and a Gouji soldier supported the staggered Mu Zhiming into the tent.

Gu Heyan almost rushed over, he took Mu Zhiming into his arms and looked at Gouji soldier's eyes with blood, cold as sharp blades.

The Gouji soldier stabbed his back like a thorn, and said tremblingly: "Your Excellency, you have a good rest, I'll go first."

Mu Zhiming barely maintained his sobriety: "Okay, it's work."

The Gouji soldiers turned their heads and fled from the camp.

"What did they do to you?" Gu Heyan asked anxiously, supporting Mu Zhiming, who was standing unsteadily.

"No, I didn't do anything." Mu Zhiming was drowsy, "I just drank, and then I came back."

Gu Heyan: "Drinking?"

"Yeah." Mu Zhiming nodded, "I drank half a jar, what kind of wine is not good, I won't drink it, but it's worth it, it's worth it."

Seeing that Mu Zhiming had already started talking nonsense, Gu Heyan bent down and embraced his knees, hugged him horizontally, walked a few steps to the low couch covered with fox fur and red silk quilt, and placed him on the soft mattress very gently. On: "You rest for a while, and I'll pour you a bowl of hot water to drink."

Unexpectedly, Mu Zhiming grabbed his arm and didn't let anyone go: "Wait a minute, I'm about to faint, I have to give this to you first."

Saying that, he took out the gold-plated silver waist badge from his arms and stuffed it into Gu Heyan's hands. His eyes filled with water mist from drunkenness were full of joy, he smiled and said, "Finally, less, I owe you the same. something."

Gu Heyan was surprised, he put away the gold-plated silver medal and nodded, "Thank you."

"Don't thank me, I lost it." Mu Zhiming still held on to his arm and said vaguely, "It should be me saying I'm sorry, oh... I have a headache." He reached out and tapped his forehead. .

Gu Heyan frowned and held his wrist to stop him from moving: "Lie down and rest first."

"Okay." Mu Zhiming lay down obediently and hugged the quilt, he said incoherently, "I'm almost drunk, my wine is poor, I can't remember anything after waking up, etc. If I do something to annoy you You must knock me out, you must knock me out, knock me out..."

He repeated the words "stun me", his voice gradually became smaller, his pupils gradually became slack and unable to focus, and he looked extremely sleepy.

Gu Heyan stretched out his hand and lightly stroked the blue silk scattered on his temples to the back of his ears, got up and poured a bowl of hot water, then sat on the side of the bed, grabbed Mu Zhiming's shoulders to support him, and let him lean against his chest: "Drink Some hot water, it will be more comfortable, and then go to sleep."

Mu Zhiming rubbed his eyes with the back of his hand, looked up at Gu Heyan, and suddenly waved his hand frantically, knocking over the bowl in Gu Heyan's hand.

The wooden bowl slammed on the carpet and made a muffled sound, and the water splashed the vermilion felt into dark red. When Gu Heyan was at a loss, Mu Zhiming suddenly got up and sat in his arms with his legs spread out, his hands Hold his shoulders and look at him.

General Gu was so frightened that he stretched out his hands and hung stiffly in the air.

Mu Zhiming lowered his brows and begged in a low voice, "Can you smile at me? I want to see you smile."

Gu Heyan: "..."

He reluctantly bent the corners of his mouth and pulled out a weird smile.

Mu Zhiming reached out and rubbed the corners of his mouth: "Forget it, don't laugh if you can't laugh, I just don't understand why you always look at me with sadness and sadness in your eyes, it's me Did you do something wrong?"

Gu Heyan lowered his eyes: "...you're not wrong, it's me..."

Mu Zhiming was confused: "is it you? What's wrong with you?"

Gu Heyan's voice was inaudible: "I am insatiable greed."

Hearing this, Mu Zhiming calmed down and looked at the person in front of him, only because Gu Heyan's words puzzled him, he looked at those familiar eyes that were reassuring, thought for a moment, raised his hand and touched Gu He Inflamed cheeks.

The moonlight melted, the candle light trembled, Mu Zhiming leaned forward and kissed Gu Heyan's lips gently.