Chapter 97： You can read the old man in Beijing

In a previous life, Xia Houhu asked Mu Zhiming in a puzzled way, why he, a gentleman in fine clothes and food in the capital, went to this desolate and barren frontier to learn the language of the Yi people.

At that time, Young Master Mu was full of energy, and said frankly: "Knowing yourself and knowing your enemy will not be in danger in a hundred battles. Learning another language is not a kind of knowing your enemy."

As a result, a not-so-obvious thing slowly emerged in Mu Zhiming's mind, causing him to be at a loss and a thin layer of cold sweat formed on his back.

Gu Heyan would know that the reason for what he said was so obvious.

Because Gu Heyan was also reborn.

The idea is not absurd.

He can be reborn, Fu Yi can be reborn, why can't Gu Heyan?

Wen Heyin just finished feeding the horse and returned to the house, and saw Mu Zhiming sitting on the edge of the bed, leaning forward with his palms on his forehead, his chest undulating slightly, and he looked dumbfounded.

"Master, what's the matter with you?" Wen Heyin asked suspiciously, "Why do you look like hell?"

Mu Zhiming raised his head blankly: "I have something else to figure out."

Wen Heyin: "..." He roared, "Young master, don't you feel exhausted?! I beg you, let your head rest, don't think about it all day."

Now Mu Zhiming can't wait to return to the Rongyan army camp without hesitation, grab Gu Heyan and ask for a clearer, he sighed faintly at the misty moonlight on the ground, "It's okay if you don't want to, but I want wings under my ribs, Fly back to the Melting Flame Army camp one day."

"Ah?" Wen Heyin was puzzled: why is his young master crazy these days.

In fact, this is not crazy, it is just that the heart has entered the door of lovesickness, and it has its own lovesickness.

On the day when the first snow covered the capital, Yan Guogong's mansion received a letter from the frontier. After the servant got the letter, he hurried to the courtyard of the east wing and shouted: "Master, madam, the young master has written a letter. !"

Mu Boren and Gong shi were together in the courtyard of the mansion of Yan Guogong to appreciate the first snow and cold plums. Hearing that, he was busy taking the documents handed over by the servant and began to take a look.

Gong shi looked at the letter in Mu Boren's hand eagerly, and because he had to maintain his composure, he suppressed the thought of taking the letter and read it for himself: "Husband, is Li Zhu okay?"

"Okay, okay." Mu Boren glanced at it roughly, and then looked at it word by word, "He said that he had already left for Beijing, and the team was all safe and not in danger."

Gong shi sighed lightly and asked again, "What happened to his mission to Gou Ji?"

"Li Zhu did not mention this in the letter." After reading it, Mu Boren folded the letter restlessly. The west wind blew off the snow on the branches of Hanmei, soaking the letter a little.

"It must have been a failure, but this pre-war mission is a difficult thing to do. We don't want to leave Zhu Yongqianqiu's fame, we just hope that he will be safe and happy in his life." Gong shi stretched out his hand and brushed Mu Boren's shoulders. Cool snow.

"Ma'am." Mu Boren suddenly said, "I haven't returned to my hometown of Minzhou for many years, and I miss our ancestors. Why don't we set off for Minzhou and stay there for a few months?"

Gong Shi was a little surprised: "It's good, but now Li Zhu is about to return to Beijing, and we have to wait for him to come back. We will make plans to leave."

Mu Boren looked around and saw that the courtyard was quiet and there were no distractions and no eyes and eyes, so he explained to Gong Shi in a low voice: "This is what Li Zhu asked, although he didn't tell me the reason, but I agreed and asked Mrs. Come with me back to Minzhou."

On the other side, in the Eastern Palace of the Imperial City, Huoxing, the head of the Imperial Palace, was rushed into the palace by the prince. The two met in the inner hall. The prince rejected the crowd and threw a document in front of Huoxing. : "Mu Zhiming is ready to return to Beijing, and there are rumors that he successfully dispatched Gou Ji and has negotiated peace with aliens."

Huo Xin picked up the document and opened it, unable to speak, and said in shock, "Now that Gou Ji and Da Jin are at war with each other, how did he do it?"

Fu Qi's eyes were fierce and furious: "No matter how he did it, if this is true, then when he returns to Beijing, he will definitely be supported by hundreds of officials, appreciated by his father and emperor, and then be promoted to rank. Heavy power! At that time, our power in the DPRK will really not be on a par with Fu Ji'an."

"Prince, don't disturb yourself." Huoxing, "You are the orthodox of blood. Even if King Xian has more power in the court, one day, the throne of king will be yours."

"It's said that there will be a day, but this day, how long do I have to wait!" Fu Qi was so angry that he couldn't control his emotions and slapped the table angrily, "Should I just sit and wait like this? I've watched my father since I was a child. The emperor only favored Fu Ji'an, and now I have to watch the Mu family's relatives do politics and watch Fu Ji'an take over the power alone, so next, do I have to watch the virtuous king take this world into his pocket?"

Huoxing hurriedly clasped his fists and saluted: "Prince, calm down."

Fu Qi took a few deep breaths to calm the monstrous anger that was surging in his chest, and he said solemnly, "I have blocked all the documents in frontier exchanges, and the royal father currently has no idea about the outcome of the envoy."

Huoxing was confused: "What do you mean?"

Fu Qi gritted his teeth and revealed a fierce face: "Mu Zhiming cannot be allowed to return to Beijing alive."

Having said that, Fu Qi will need to inform him of what Huoxing has done.

Huo Xin was stunned when he heard the words, and he hesitated: "But the prince... If this plan is successful, it can really eradicate the Mu clan, but if the emperor notices any strangeness, the reputation of the company will not be guaranteed for a hundred years, not to mention this move It will cause disputes between the two countries again, and then the frontier..."

"Is this something you should be worried about?!" Fu Qi interrupted Huoxing sharply, "Your nephew Yuan Baode is being held in the Dali Temple prison to be executed in the autumn, and your own sister is crying all day long, looking for life and death, these are not enough. Are you upset? Huoxing, think about it, if you can break the Mu family this time, and frustrate Fu Ji'an's spirit, why can't the head of the Dali Temple be flattered by me, as long as I can hold the card of Dali Temple in my hand , when the time comes, you will help you to exchange the civet cat for the prince, and it will be an easy task to rescue your nephew."

Huoxing bowed his head and stood up, took three steps back, and then fell to the ground.

The head of the Sissi, with white hair on the temples, has exercised his power for more than ten years in his position. It was this Huoxing, who had never been swallowed up by the turbulent turbulence in the courtroom, who had never been devoured by the unpredictable and the sudden change of circumstances, but was finally caught up in his hands and feet by the family love that blood was thicker than water, and he made mistakes again and again.

Huoxing: "I also asked the prince to save the life of the son of the Yuan family. The old man will repay his gratitude and spare no effort."

After Huo Xin left the East Palace, the Crown Prince Fu Qi called the palace staff: "Get ready, go to the Ciren Palace to greet the Empress." Apart from Mu's strategy, the Empress's help is indispensable.

On the days when the frost and cold in the early winter came silently, in a simple post house located in a remote official road and forest, in the second room on the east side, Mu Zhiming was sitting at the wooden table reading a book by the candlelight, when suddenly it was freezing cold. The wind blew in from the window, and he sneezed from the cold.

Wen Heyin, who was lying on the roof counting the stars, turned in through the window, found the luggage, and found a slightly thicker robe inside, and handed it to Mu Zhiming: "Put it on."

"I don't wear it anymore." Mu Zhiming smiled, and when he heard Heyin, he raised his eyebrows and explained, "I'll rest now, and I have to travel tomorrow morning."

"Oh, it's okay to rest." Wen Heyin put the robe back into the package, then hung the package on the wooden frame beside the bed, and spread out the quilt on the bed to smooth it out with her hands.

Mu Zhiming put the book away, picked up the candlestick and walked to the bedside, he looked at Wen Heyin and said with a smile, "I'll be in the capital in three days, do you want the soft bedding of the Duke of Yan's mansion, or the West Street? The stove biscuits at the entrance of the alley?"

Wen Heyin: "Think about it a bit."

Mu Zhiming smiled and said, "Just a little bit?"

Wen Heyin nodded: "Yes."

"Then..." Mu Zhiming smiled, his tone suddenly lengthened, "What about this old man in the capital? Did you ever read it? Did you ever think about it?"

Wen Heyin touched the quilt for a while before speaking, her tone was unnaturally high: "Young master, what are you talking about? What is an old man in the capital, I don't understand."

Mu Zhiming showed a sly smile: "Those who understand, naturally understand; those who don't understand, don't need to ask; as for those who understand but pretend not to understand, ah, do you think I'm explaining, or not? Explain?"

Wen Heyin: "..."

Mu Zhiming laughed a few times, and stopped teasing him: "Okay, don't say more, hurry up and rest."

The two blew out the candles and their clothes and went to sleep. The night was cold as water, and the room was silent. Mu Zhiming just closed his eyes and felt sleepy, but Wen Heyin suddenly stretched out his hand and shook his shoulder, and asked softly, "Young master, you How did you know?"

Mu Zhiming replied: "You and I have been together since childhood, what do I not know about you?"

Wen Heyin: "...Oh."

After a moment of silence, Mu Zhiming was about to fall asleep when Wen Heyin whispered, "It's not what you think."

Mu Zhiming was half sleepy, he turned over and said softly, "I didn't say what I thought."

Wen Heyin calmed down, Mu Zhiming relaxed his limbs and continued to try to fall asleep, just when he finally fell into a drowsiness, the person next to him said again: "Okay, young master, I admit, it is what you think, and these days , I... I really miss him a bit."

Mu Zhiming: "..."

After being driven out of sleepiness over and over again, Mu Zhiming thought that he was really committing his own sins and could not live. He said, "Hurry up and close your eyes and fall into a dream, so that you can meet him in your dream."

Wen Heyin was so frightened that she sat up in a daze, and it took a long time before she lay down again and muttered, "Hmph, what, who wants to meet in a dream."

Mu Zhiming lamented: "I, okay, I want to meet Zhou Gong, good Ah Yin, go to sleep, I have to get up early tomorrow to travel."

Wen Heyin: "Oh, yes, I fell asleep."

Mu Zhiming, who could finally get a moment of peace, sighed and closed his eyes to rest.

It was probably because he was woken up several times, and he was sleepy for a long time. Mu Zhiming couldn't fall asleep again, and I don't know how long it took. Just when Mu Zhiming was groggy, Wen Heyin suddenly called him in a low voice. One sentence: "Master."

But this time was different from the previous few times. Wen Heyin spoke very quickly, but also with anxiety and apprehension. He then said: "There seems to be footsteps outside the house."

"What?" Mu Zhiming wondered, "footsteps?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he heard the sound of the door bolt being gently pried...