Chapter 112： I think it's pretty sweet

Wen Heyin heard the coughing sound, and rushed to Mu Zhiming's eyes, patted him on the back, and asked in a panic, "Young master, what's wrong with you? Didn't you say you're all cured? Why are you still coughing?"

Mu Zhiming waved his hand: "Cough, I just coughed twice because of the cold wind, it's fine."

Wen Heyin said: "Let's go back, I heard that Doctor Xia is in the General's Mansion today, I'd like to ask him to give you a pulse."

Mu Zhiming smiled and nodded: "Okay."

When the two returned to the General's Mansion, they saw Pei Hantang in a vermilion robe from a distance looking at the door. Seeing the two approaching, he stepped forward with a smile and folded his fists in salute, "I have seen the Marquis."

Mu Zhiming bowed back: "Master Pei has done a lot."

Wen Heyin: "Why are you here?"

Pei Hantang took Wen Heyin's shoulders, winked with a smile and said, "Let's go, go to the West Market with my brother, don't you like to eat the stove biscuits in the streets? Brother bought it for you, and ah, I heard There is a new restaurant there, and the food tastes good, let's go try it."

"No." Wen Heyin shrugged and shook off Pei Hantang's hand, "Young master is ill, I have to accompany him."

"Master Hou is ill?" Pei Hantang looked at Mu Zhiming.

"No, I just coughed twice, it's all right." Mu Zhiming smiled, "Ayin, go with Master Pei, don't worry about me."

Wen Heyin: "But..."

Mu Zhiming took a step: "Ayin, come here."

Wen Heyin leaned over, and Mu Zhiming asked, "Does Master Pei always take you to patrol the streets?"

Wen Heyin: "Yes."

Mu Zhiming: "How many days have you been with him touring the streets?"

Wen Heyin: "Counting today, there are thirty-one days."

Mu Zhiming rolled his eyes: "That's a whole month. As the saying goes, no pains, no gains, Ayin, you..."

"You have to ask him for a salary!"

Wen Heyin tilted her head and thought, "Yes! I'll go now..."

"Wait." Mu Zhiming stopped Wen Heyin, "Didn't Mr. Pei just say he wants to invite you to dinner? Then you have to wait until you're done eating, don't eat for nothing, right?"

Wen Heyin: "Master, you are right!"

As he spoke, he was majestic and high-spirited, and went to the streets with Pei Hantang with the momentum of debt collection.

Wen Heyin had already walked to the streets of Xishi, and only then did she realize something was wrong.

Wait, didn't he have to accompany the young master to find Doctor Xia? !

Mu Zhiming returned to the General's Mansion by himself and went to the West Wing Courtyard to find Xia Xia Wu.

Doctor Xia was tossing with his pile of herbs, pounding the east and west, and when he saw Mu Zhiming coming, he hurriedly saluted: "I have seen Hou Ye."

"Doctor Xia." Mu Zhiming asked, "Wait, but you're going to Luodu Camp?"

Summer Wu nodded: "Exactly."

Mu Zhiming smiled and said, "Say hello to General Gu for me."

Now that there is no war in Taiping, the Rongyan Army has 30,000 soldiers stationed in the Luodu Camp to the north of the capital, assisting the Imperial Army to take charge of the tranquility of the imperial city.

Summer Wuzuo bowed: "It must be."

Mu Zhiming added: "Doctor Xia, I've been feeling tightness in my chest, throat discomfort, and occasional cough. I wonder if Doctor Xia can help me check my pulse?"

Xia Tian Wu was taken aback: "Master Hou, please take a seat."

"I'm sorry to bother the doctor." Mu Zhiming sat down at the table and stretched out his hand to let Xia Xia have no pulse.

Xia Xianwu pressed Mu Zhiming's pulse with his fingertips, touched his mustache, pondered for a while, and hesitated: "It's strange..."

Mu Zhiming asked nervously, "What's wrong?"

Xia Xia Wu: "At the beginning, I felt that Hou Ye's pulse was a little floating, but after careful timing, the floating pulse disappeared, and the pulse became stable. Has Hou Ye had any serious illness before?"

Mu Zhiming: "I had lung disease when I was eight years old."

Xia Tian Wu: "It turns out that this is the reason for the floating pulse. Now that spring is here, all kinds of herbs are sprouting, and all kinds of diseases have relapsed. Wait, I will prescribe a prescription for Lord Hou, and Lord Hou will decoct the medicine into soup and take it every day. It should feel a lot more comfortable."

Mu Zhiming breathed a sigh of relief.

He was worried that the cold scorpion poison was at work, and he persuaded Wen Heyin to go to find Doctor Xia alone, fearing that if something happened to cause Wen Heyin to worry, fortunately it was fine.

Mu Zhiming said: "Thank you Doctor Xia, and please Doctor Xia not to tell General Gu about this matter. He Yan has military affairs and has been worrying about it all the time. I don't want him to be troubled by my minor illness."

Doctor Xia nodded after hesitation: "Okay."

Five days later, Mu Zhiming first went to the new mansion to deal with the repairs, then went to the Duke Yan's mansion to greet Mu Boren and the Gong family, and finally returned to the general mansion.

Recently, a thief appeared in the capital, Wen Heyin helped Pei Hantang catch the thief, and did not follow Mu Zhiming.

Mu Zhiming didn't want to find others to follow, so he ran around alone. After he returned to the general's mansion, he had a light dinner, picked out a candle, and sat by the window to read and write.

When the moon was on Liu Shao's head, Aunt Liang knocked on the door and came in, holding a wooden plate in her hand, with a bowl of soup medicine in the plate: "Mr. Mu, it's time to drink the medicine."

"Aunt Lao Liang." Mu Zhiming took the bitter soup and drank it while it was hot.

Aunt Liang put away the empty bowl, glanced at the table, and couldn't help laughing: "Mr. Mu, the young master should go back to the mansion tomorrow, don't think about it, rest early."

"Huh?" Mu Zhiming denied, "I didn't think much about it, Aunt Liang was joking."

Aunt Liang didn't say much and left the wing with an empty bowl with a smile.

Mu Zhiming looked down, covered his face with his forehead for a moment, blushed and hurriedly folded the piece of paper that was filled with "Short Lovesickness" and Gu Heyan's name, and put it back in the book.

After doing all this, Mu Zhiming calmed down, looked out the window, saw a flying mirror volleying into the sky, and for no reason felt that Sue would be lonely if she stayed alone in Guanghan for ten thousand years.

Mu Zhiming admired the moon for a long time, then smiled: "Forget it, you should go to bed earlier."

He yawned, fearlessly staying in the house where Gu Heyan grew up, sleeping on his bed, using his old mattress.

Rao was like this, but Mu Zhiming couldn't sleep well either. He felt that his chest was stuffy and even a little painful.

At midnight, there was a creaking, inaudible sound of the door opening, and someone walked in gently, walked to the bed, took off the dusty and cold wind-stained robe, carefully lifted the quilt, and lay on Muzhi's bedside. Ming body side.

Mu Zhiming smiled and hugged him.

Gu Heyan: "...Did I wake you up?"

"No." Mu Zhiming said, "I didn't sleep well without you by my side."

Gu Heyan: "...Really?"

Mu Zhiming: "It's fake."

Gu Heyan: "..."

Mu Zhiming smiled brightly: "I'm not only uneasy, I can't sleep at all." As he said that, he borrowed the moonlight to lean over to kiss Gu Heyan, his lips intertwined, and he couldn't help kissing the two of them. The hot palms rubbed and slid away on Mu Zhiming's body, rubbing and pinching until Mu Zhiming's throat overflowed and whispered, and then Gu Heyan brought the two of them together.

Mu Zhiming gasped: "Just like this?"

Gu Heyan: "You are sick."

"Ah..." Mu Zhiming said, "Doctor Xia told you?"

Gu Heyan: "Just tell me when I have to go back to the manor."

"So you came back overnight?" Mu Zhiming said with a smile: "I'm fine, I just coughed twice and drank the medicine for a few days, and it's gone."

Gu Heyan: "Yes."

Saying that, he started rubbing his hands up and down.

Mu Zhiming endured his lust: "It's really okay, it doesn't have to be like this, if you want... uh..."

Before he could finish speaking, Gu Heyan suddenly rubbed his extremely sensitive front end heavily, forcing Mu Zhiming to gasp for breath.

After that, Gu Heyan rubbed Mu Zhiming so much that he shuddered slightly, unable to say anything.

After finishing the incident, Gu Heyan wiped the two of them with a clean towel and lay down with his arms around Mu Zhiming.

Mu Zhiming leaned against him comfortably, thought of something, and said, "By the way, I heard that your father and mother were buried in Chu Shishan?"

Gu Heyan: "Yes, my mother worshipped Buddha. After she died, my father buried her next to the ancient temple in Chu Shishan. After my father died, the bones were buried with my mother."

Mu Zhiming: "I used to go to that ancient temple with my parents when I was a child, but now I know where the tomb of the family man is."

Gu Heyan didn't know what to think, his eyes trembled slightly, and after a while he said, "Why do you ask this all of a sudden?"

Mu Zhiming: "Tomorrow's Qingming, my father and mother just came back from Minzhou not long ago, so there is no need to worship ancestors. I have two days to spare, so I thought, why don't we go to worship the family man together?"

"Okay." Gu Heyan nodded.

Mu Zhiming: "He Yan, you..."

He hesitated.

Knowing that Gu Heyan had memories of his previous life, Mu Zhiming often remembered that many years ago, when heavy snow and frost fell and the mourning hall was desolate, sixteen-year-old Gu Heyan knelt in front of the coffin with tears in his eyes, saying his goodbye to his father.

It turned out that when Gu Heyan watched Gu Miao go to the battlefield, he had already known that it was his death and that it was the last time between him and his father.

The battlefield is ruthless, one stab and the next, a defeat, thousands of people cry, and it is not something that can be changed by Gu Heyan's few reminders.

Feeling helpless and reluctant, all Gu Heyan could do was to send his father away.

But Gu Miao is the last relative of Gu Heyan in this world!

When he asked Gu Miao what he regretted, what kind of pain and mourning it was.

Whenever he thinks of this, Mu Zhiming feels distressed.

"What's wrong?" Gu Heyan wondered after seeing Mu Zhiming's words halfway through.

"It's nothing." Mu Zhiming didn't want to provoke his sadness, so he turned his head, "In March, the peach blossoms on the mountain will bloom beautifully. After the worship, we can still go to burn incense, go out on a green walk or something."

"Okay." Gu Heyan replied, "Go to sleep."

The next day, the two of them rode side by side, galloping for half a day to the foot of Chu Shi Mountain, took the horse to a tea shed, and sent some broken silver to the tea brother to take care of, and then climbed up the mountain path and came to the tomb at noon. forward.

The two of them swept the tombs to worship, respectfully kowtowed to the incense, and then went to the ancient temple.

The mountains are quiet, the bells of the ancient temple are ringing, and the Zen meditation is done.

In the main hall, Mu Zhiming met the host who was common when he was young, and then went to see Gu Heyan. The temple was huge, and Mu Zhiming looked around, and finally found him under a hundred-year-old Bodhi tree.

Gu Heyan stood there, the shadows of the trees were mottled, the wind was blowing and the leaves danced, and both light and darkness fell on his shoulders. Gu Heyan didn't know what he was thinking, but he was so focused that Mu Zhiming approached before realizing that he was coming.

"What are you thinking about?" Mu Zhiming asked with a smile, "to be so serious."

Gu Heyan came back to his senses, looked at Mu Zhiming, and replied slowly.

"you."