Chapter 115： No disagreement, be gentle

"Yi'er, you are getting married? When is it going to happen?" Hearing Fu Yi's words, the imperial concubine was both surprised and delighted.

Fu Yi replied: "The emperor just granted the marriage, and an edict will be issued soon."

"Really? It's great." The concubine grinned, she couldn't be more happy, "Which girl? Is she gentle and virtuous or lively and cheerful? Oh ~ now that Xiaoli Zhu has found a sincere person, you also want to marry a wife. Well, it's really a happy event."

Fu Yi smiled, and the corners of his mouth curled: "Yes, there are many happy events."

His tone was calm, but the word "happy event" was very serious.

"Yi'er, what's the matter with you?" the imperial concubine wondered, "It seems that you are not happy, but you are not satisfied with the marriage that the emperor gave you. If you are not satisfied, I will tell the emperor..."

There was no one else around, and Fu Yi interrupted the imperial concubine: "Mu Qingwan, if you were to live again, would you choose to avoid the emperor that day?"

The imperial concubine smiled and said, "What's wrong with you today? What you said is so strange. The past has been settled, how can there be any reason to live again?"

Fu Yi said to himself, "If you had never met him, today you are either chasing the wind and chasing eagles on the grasslands, or playing the piano and reciting poems on the high mountains.

"Silly child." The concubine smiled softly, "If I don't come, how pitiful you are, I have to come and protect you."

Fu Yi's hand that fell to his side suddenly clenched into a fist, and slowly raised his head to look at her.

The imperial concubine grabbed a handful of candied plums and handed it to Fu Yi: "The first time I saw you, you were only five years old, you were obviously a prince, but you lived in the most remote part of the palace, and you still had frostbite on your hands. Just ask you, why don't you burn charcoal fires to keep warm on weekdays? You said that the charcoal was stolen by the palace maids and eunuchs. I heard that, I am so distressed, hurry up and ask the emperor to let you and Sister Wu move to Fengyi Palace with me. Afterwards, Sister Wu passed away, you are alone, and you are even more pitiful."

In the past, everyone felt that the fifth prince was unlucky and ominous, and could not avoid it.

Only Mu Qingwan, on the second day after Wu Jieyu's death, smiled and said to him: "Don't be afraid, I will take care of you for Sister Wu, you, just live in Fengyi Palace, don't worry about anything. "

But today, she smiled tenderly, smiling forever in Changchun: "Yi Er, if I can live again, I won't change anything, just because the spring breeze was warm that year, and the courtyard was full of jasper makeup. The three-year-old Ji'an taught Li Zhu Pu Butterfly by hand. After the punch, the three of them rushed towards me in ecstasy, wanting to give me the white-winged butterfly. No matter how many times I live again, I want to experience this experience again. thing."

Hearing this, Fu Yi turned his head to look at the green silk sash that was fluttering in the wind outside the coffin. He said softly, "I see."

"Huh? What do you know?" Concubine Concubine was puzzled, she asked with a smile, "Whose girl is so lucky, please tell me about it~"

Fu Yi only said, "I have to go."

After that, he turned around and left, leaving the imperial concubine in a daze.

In June, the scenery was not the same as the four seasons, and Fu Yi got married.

With the help of Xiang Rushan, Fu Yi gradually gained a foothold in the court.

King Su has kept a low profile for many years, but if he doesn't speak, he has become a blockbuster. The emperor finally noticed this son, who he usually doesn't even look at.

Although the prince Fu Qi was no longer grounded, the emperor still did not allow him to interfere in the affairs of the state.

Fu Qi was distressed, beat his chest and stomped his feet and cried to the queen: "Although I am a prince, what is the difference between me and the abolished prince now. There was a virtuous prince before, and now a Su prince has emerged. Am I really the eldest son of the father?"

The queen burst into tears and tried her best to comfort her: "Qi'er, you have to learn to be patient. As long as you are still the crown prince, the throne will definitely be yours."

On a summer night, the moon and stars are sparse and humming.

Gu Heyan returned to the general's mansion from the Luodu camp, and Wen Zhongcheng welcomed him into the mansion and took the reins of the red horse.

Gu Heyan asked, "Is he there?"

Wen Zhongcheng said: "Mr. Mu said early in the morning that he would go to the Hou's mansion to oversee the work, and he never came back after leaving the mansion."

"Hmm..." Gu Heyan responded, his tone hard to hide his loss.

The Hou Mansion is about to be completed, and Mu Zhiming will go to take care of trivial matters tomorrow. Because the Yan Guo Gong Mansion is close to the Hou Mansion, if it is not early, Mu Zhiming will live in the Yan Guo Gong Mansion.

After knowing that Mu Zhiming had not returned to the mansion, Gu Heyan was in no hurry to go back to the house, and reached out for the reins in Wen Zhongcheng's hand: "Give it to me, I will feed the horse myself."

"Master, just leave this kind of rough work to me, you can go to rest." Wen Zhongcheng hurriedly dragged the red horse to the stable.

Gu Heyan didn't insist, and walked to the east wing.

Since no one was there, the room was naturally dark and quiet, only the sound of the summer wind blowing the leaves of the sycamore reverberated.

The moonlight was like water, and the room was dark, Gu Heyan pushed open the door, went to the table by feeling, picked up the fire and wanted to light a candle.

At this moment, he heard very light breathing three steps behind him.

Although the man tried to hold his breath and tiptoed towards him, Gu Heyan was a martial artist with five sensitive senses, so how could he not notice it.

Gu Heyan frowned lightly, but did not startle the snake. When the person who came was only one step away from him, he suddenly turned around and stretched out his hand with lightning speed to restrain the person behind him who wanted to sneak attack.

What Gu Heyan didn't expect was that this person was obviously not skilled in martial arts, and he didn't even have the simplest resistance. He twisted his arm and pressed it firmly on the table.

"Hmm..." Mu Zhiming slammed his stomach against the edge of the table, groaned, endured the pain, and joked: "General, I don't disagree, would you be gentle? Bow? That's okay, who makes me admire the general, do whatever the general wants to me, just do it to me."

Gu Heyan, who was still aggressive just now, was startled, he let go of Mu Zhiming in a panic, took two steps back in a panic, stepped forward again, and said incoherently, "Are you hurt? I, I, I I didn't know it was you."

Hearing his stammer, Mu Zhiming turned around with a smile, leaned his back on the table, and rubbed his sore arm: "Of course you don't know it's me."

Gu Heyan was annoyed: "Zhong Cheng said that you are not in the mansion."

Mu Zhiming smiled and said, "I told him not to tell you, thinking about teasing you when you come back, how do you know that stealing chickens won't make you lose rice?"

Gu Heyan lit the candle with the fire, and the candle light illuminated the room, staring nervously at Mu Zhiming's arm.

"It's okay." Mu Zhiming shook his hands and smiled, "I'm a big man, what's wrong with bumping a few times, it's not made of porcelain, but you, all the way from Luodu Camp to the capital, sit down quickly Take a rest."

With that said, Mu Zhiming went to get the porcelain pot on the table and wanted to pour a glass of water for Gu Heyan to drink.

He lifted the porcelain pot, but before the water poured, he put the porcelain pot down silently.

Oh, my arm hurts so much that I can't help it! ! !

In fact, just now, if Gu Heyan hadn't discovered that the people behind him could not use martial arts, or he would have used his hand strength, he would be able to cut beans quickly and dislocate Mu Zhiming's arm as neatly as rotten.

Gu Heyan realized that something was wrong with Mu Zhiming, and asked fearfully, "What's wrong?"

Mu Zhiming looked at Gu Heyan in disbelief, and grinned embarrassedly: "It's my fault, I shouldn't be thinking about joking with you, my arm seems... um... I seem to be sprained, wait a minute, He Where are you going, Yan?"

Gu Heyan rushed out of the wing, and when he came back, he had a can of medicated oil for promoting blood circulation and removing blood stasis, reducing swelling and relieving pain.

"Then I'll ask the generals to help me with the medicine." Mu Zhiming untied his belt with a smile, half-opening his robe, topless, revealing his shoulders.

His back is as smooth and white as jade carvings. Because of his thin body, a pair of butterfly bones are very attractive. If you look closely, you can see the red marks on his side neck and back, which are full of reverie, indicating that two days ago People are not ashamed of Feng Dianluan.

It's just that Gu Heyan doesn't have the heart to think about other things now, he was angry with himself, he poured the medicated oil into his hands with a sullen face, rubbed it on Mu Zhiming's shoulder blades and gently rubbed: "If it hurts, then shout out."

Mu Zhiming blushed: "cough cough..."

Gu Heyan became more and more uneasy: "Is your throat also uncomfortable?"

"No." Mu Zhiming said hurriedly, "It's just... it's just that the smell of the medicinal oil is a bit choking, so I cough twice, it's not because of the old disease, it's not in the way."

Gu Heyan then continued to rub Mu Zhiming's shoulders, the warm medicated oil penetrated into the skin, slightly burning the skin but also relieved the pain of the sprain.

Mu Zhiming said: "Today, Ji'an came to the mansion to find me, and begged me to return to the court to assist him as soon as possible, so I plan to report to the emperor tomorrow that I am safe."

Gu Heyan rubbed the hand on his shoulder for a while, then continued to move for a while, and said softly, "En."

Mu Zhiming noticed the difference: "You don't want me to be reinstated?"

Gu Heyan: "Your body is only healed."

Mu Zhiming smiled and said, "Isn't it also healed just after recovery?"

Gu Heyan didn't say any more, and said "um" again.

"Don't worry, I won't let myself be burdened." Although the corners of Mu Zhiming's mouth were not suppressed, there was a bit of sadness in his eyes: "He Yan, in fact, I occasionally think of someone who was not an official in my previous life. In those days, at that time, I was only the prince of the Duke of Yan, a wealthy and idle person, I also traveled all over the world, and because I liked mechanical techniques, I became a close friend with the young master Mo of the Qianji Pavilion of the Jianghu power."

Gu Heyan: "..."

Mu Zhiming didn't notice Gu Heyan's strangeness, and continued: "He is far away in the water town of Jiangnan, because he fell in love with me, he also made an agreement with me to meet once a year, drink tea and talk to the moon about organ skills, but later he grew up from old age. The pavilion master has taken over the heavy burden of Qianji Pavilion, and the affairs are busy, and the connection between us is gradually diminishing.

Gu Heyan: "..."

Mu Zhiming smiled and said, "He Yan, when everything settles down, let's take a trip to Jiangnan in our free time. The broken bridge is hazy and rainy, maybe we will meet our old friends by chance."

Gu Heyan: "... Jiangnan is very humid."

Mu Zhiming: "Huh?"

Gu Heyan: "...Let's go."

Mu Zhiming: "Huh?"

Gu Heyan: "...It's better not to go."

It was only then that Mu Zhiming realized something was wrong. He turned around and looked up at Gu Heyan. Seeing Gu Heyan's expression was a little uncomfortable, he seemed to be lost and angry. Gu Heyan is usually indifferent, if there is a look on his face, it means that these emotions have already occupied his limbs.

Mu Zhiming blinked.

Gu Heyan, is he... jealous?