Chapter 133： Emotions are not cruel but sweet

Gu Heyan seemed to be in a dream for a moment, he raised his left hand in surprise, and slowly embraced the person in his arms, feeling the warmth coming from the body touching, so real, so incredible, he closed his eyes with satisfaction. He raised his eyes and pressed his forehead against Mu Zhiming's side neck, rubbed it lightly twice, and when he opened his eyes and opened his mouth, his voice was full of distress: "You are thin."

But these three words made Mu Zhiming's eyes turn red instantly. He stared at him, holding back the tears, how could they leak out of his eyes and roll down, staining Gu Heyan's shoulders.

Gu Heyan was a little helpless: "Don't cry."

"Don't cry." Mu Zhiming nodded.

Gu Heyan: "Is everything okay?"

Mu Zhiming: "Everything is fine, Aunt Liang and the others are fine. I'm watching over them. Nothing happened, but everyone is worried about you. My mother eats fast and worships Buddha every day. I pray that you are safe and sound."

Gu Heyan listened and nodded lightly.

Mu Zhiming let go of him and picked up the lid of the mahogany food box on the side: "Today's New Year's Eve is supposed to be a day of reunion..." When he said this, he felt sad again, for fear that his emotions would affect Gu He. Yan, hurriedly changed his words, "I brought you white porridge and soup in prison pills, which one do you want to eat first?"

Gu Heyan: "White porridge, but you cooked it?"

Unexpectedly, Gu Heyan guessed right, Mu Zhiming nodded: "Yes."

Gu Heyan: "Drink the white porridge first."

"Okay." Mu Zhiming took out the white porridge in a white porcelain jar from the food box and handed it to Gu Heyan's hand. Suddenly, he found that Gu Heyan's right hand was in a weird twisted shape, curling up weakly. In my arms, I knew it was broken at a glance.

"He Yan, your hand..." Mu Zhiming's eyes widened, his pupils trembling.

Although he had already prepared for Gu Heyan's punishment, after all, Fu Qi would force him to admit the crime of treason, but seeing his injury, Mu Zhiming's heart was still as pained as a thousand arrows pierced through his heart.

Gu Heyan reassured: "I'm fine."

The tears that Mu Zhiming couldn't hold back fell again: "How can it be okay...how can it be..."

This is to protect the country and the people, to protect the family and the frontier, since the age of four, he has been holding a bow, holding a sword and dancing a sword.

It did not break on the battlefield, but it broke in the prison next to the Anning Imperial City.

Gu Heyan raised his left hand and wiped away Mu Zhiming's tears: "It's really okay."

Mu Zhiming bit his lips and nodded while choking. He picked up the porcelain jar containing the white porridge, and fed the warm and sweet porridge into Gu Heyan's mouth by spoonfuls. He warmed the porridge and dispelled the bitterness of the prison.

After feeding the porridge, Mu Zhiming took a few more prison pills for Gu Heyan to eat: "This is made by Aunt Liang. She said that you have loved to eat this stuffing since you were a child..."

Before he could finish speaking, a sharp whistle suddenly came from the prison corridor.

Mu Zhiming's movements were slightly stagnant, and he looked at Gu Heyan: "I have to go."

Gu Heyan nodded: "Okay."

Mu Zhiming quickly packed the food box and asked him, "Is there anything I want to tell you?"

Gu Heyan said: "It's cold, add clothes."

Mu Zhiming's heart throbbed again, and the pain was so painful that he couldn't speak. He nodded, wrapped a cotton towel around his neck and half of his face, picked up the mahogany food box, and turned his head out of the cell in three steps.

Gu Heyan watched him leave until Mu Zhiming's figure disappeared at the end of the prison corridor. Suddenly, the dirty cell that had not felt cold for more than ten days suddenly became as cold as an ice cellar, extremely difficult to endure.

At the corner at the end of the corridor, in front of the dilapidated square table, the thin jailer had just finished whistling, when suddenly footsteps came from the other side of the corridor leading to the gate.

The thin jailer was startled and broke out in a cold sweat.

A middle-aged man about forty years old walked in. He was guarding the prison on New Year's Eve.

"Brother, why did you come so early?" The thin jailer stared at the prison from the corner of his eye, trying to keep calm.

"I quarreled with my mother-in-law because of trivial matters. It's annoying." The middle-aged jailer waved his hand, "Forget it."

He suddenly saw something, and his voice became fierce: "Who are you!"

Mu Zhiming walked out of the darkness, lowered his head and quietly hid the mahogany food box behind his back: "Master, I'm delivering the meal, and the meal is finished."

"Delivering food?" The middle-aged jailer looked at Mu Zhiming suspiciously.

"Yes, the food delivery person." The thin jailer stepped forward, blocked the middle-aged jailer's gaze, and said to Mu Zhiming, "Let's go quickly after delivery, what are you doing with a pestle? Be a wood?"

"Let's go, let's go." Mu Zhiming walked to the big wooden barrel in a few steps, put the food box in very quickly, picked up the wooden barrel and walked out.

The middle-aged jailer scolded: "Stop."

Mu Zhiming's footsteps stopped, the candles in the prison flickered slightly, and the air froze due to tension.

The middle-aged jailer stared at Mu Zhiming for a while, then said, "I have the cell key in my hand."

"Sorry, little fool, I forgot." Mu Zhiming turned around and handed the cell key to the middle-aged jailer.

The middle-aged jailer looked down at the cell key, and was silent for a while: "Okay, let's go."

Mu Zhiming nodded and hurriedly left with the big wooden barrel.

The middle-aged jailer took the cell key in his hand and played with it for a moment, handed it to the thin jailer, and pierced it mercilessly: "Did you sneak in to find General Gu?"

The thin jailer's back was cold, his heart sank, and he said in fear: "Brother..."

Unexpectedly, the middle-aged jailer waved his hand: "Don't worry, I won't say anything."

The thin jailer had no friendship with him on weekdays, so he couldn't help but feel confused: "Brother, you..."

"General Gu..." The middle-aged jailer sighed, "That's General Gu, I wanted to wait for your brother to leave and send him a thick quilt. It's New Year's Eve in winter, hey... he But General Gu... I'll send it over now..."

The skinny jailer said no more, because everything was self-evident.

One surname is Zeng Shouwan.

Now, the surname Wan dare not forget.