At night, there is no wind and no clouds, the sky embraces the bright moon, and the brilliance falls in the arms.
Mu Zhiming opened his eyes in a daze, and felt that his limbs were sore and weak, and he didn't know the time.
He stretched out his hand laboriously and touched the back of his head, which was still aching. The stagnant cotton felt from his fingertips. It was probably because he knocked his head. He couldn't even remember what happened yesterday.
Mu Zhiming stopped trying to recall, and planned to close his eyes and rest for a while.
At this moment, the door of the wing was gently pushed open, and one person walked in slowly.
Mu Zhiming was stunned.
Even Wen Heyin and Cai Wei, who were close to him, would knock on the door when they entered his wing, let alone other servants.
Although this person did not disturb himself, he did push the door open without any notification.
Besides, it was late at night.
Who will come
Mu Zhiming propped himself up and sat up on the bed, turning his head to look.
At the same time, the man lit the candles on the candlestick, the flames danced, and the warm light scattered in the corners of the room.
Mu Zhiming was slightly squinted by the light, he looked up, his whole body was as stiff as a stone, and he was stunned.
Gu Heyan held a bowl full of soup medicine, scooping and blowing hot air, and then slowly walked to the bed and sat down.
In an instant, countless thoughts flashed through Mu Zhiming's mind.
In the end there was only one thing left that terrified him.
He suddenly realized why he felt so disobedient when Bai Ri saw Gu Heyan in Su Wang's Mansion.
because.
Gu Heyan is dead...
Three months ago, he died fighting the frontier of the Gouji tribe!
Thinking of this, Mu Zhiming broke into a cold sweat instantly, his throat seemed to be strangled by sharp claws, and he couldn't make a sound or move.
Gu Heyan concentrated on blowing the hot air of the decoction, but did not notice Mu Zhiming's strangeness, he scooped up a spoonful and touched it with his lips. "
Mu Zhiming: "?"
Mu Zhiming was trembling all over, he didn't dare to drink.
He recited in his heart that Namo Amitabha Buddha, Dharma, Earth, Dharma, Dharma, Dao, Dao, Dharma, natural demons, quickly retreat and disperse.
General Gu, we have neither injustice nor enmity, why did you come to claim my life at night
By the way, the way you claim your life is very strange!
Aren't the ghosts and ghosts written in the books with strange powers and gods strangling their necks with long fingernails or strangling them with iron chains? Why are you persuading people to drink medicine!
Holding the porcelain spoon, Gu Heyan found that Mu Zhiming didn't move for a long time. Not only did he not intend to drink the medicine, but he also stared at himself with round eyes and trembling lips, as if he was very scared.
Gu Heyan thought for a while and said, "It's not bitter."
Mu Zhiming moved into the bed little by little, his voice trembling with fear: "I can't drink if it's not bitter."
Gu Heyan thought about it again, brought the medicine bowl to his lips, and put a small half bowl of medicine into his mouth.
Mu Zhiming was shocked when he saw that he suddenly took the medicine on his own.
Then in the next second, something even more astonishing happened.
Gu Heyan grabbed his wrist, pulled him in front of him, put his hand on the back of his neck, leaned over and kissed him skillfully.
Mu Zhiming: "???"
Mu Zhiming opened his mouth wide in surprise, which made it easier for Gu Heyan to pass the medicine into his mouth. Gu Heyan was afraid that Mu Zhiming would choke, so he passed it very slowly. However, he instinctively swallowed the warm soup and swallowed all the medicine.
Gu Heyan finished feeding a mouthful of medicine, released Mu Zhiming, and prepared to take another mouthful.
"Stop!" Mu Zhiming's face was flushed and he reached out to stop it. He swallowed a few times before swallowing the bitter taste of the medicine in his mouth. He resignedly said, "Give me the medicine bowl, and I will drink it myself."
Gu Heyan nodded and put the medicine bowl in his palm.
Mu Zhiming looked at the rippling ripples of the black soup medicine in the bowl and thought: Either he's crazy, or...
He is dreaming.
Now, in this situation, there must be an explanation!
Mu Zhiming thought to himself: Anyway, in this situation now, it is really impossible to escape if you are killed. If you want to try it, then it is a cruel thing to try.
Thinking of this, Mu Zhiming raised his head, summoned up his courage, and stretched out his hand suddenly.
he! He squeezed Gu Heyan's cheek with all his strength!
Gu Heyan: "..."
Mu Zhiming was startled by the soft and warm touch of his skin, he retracted his hand in a panic, and asked in a trembling voice, "Does it hurt, does it hurt?"
Gu Heyan was silent for a moment, touched Mu Zhiming's forehead, and after confirming that his fever did not become more serious, he said, "It doesn't hurt." But half of Gu Heyan's cheeks were red.
Mu Zhiming: "What? It doesn't hurt? It really doesn't hurt?"
Gu Heyan nodded.
Mu Zhiming patted his chest and let out a long sigh!
Never thought that I was dreaming!
Also, only dreams can explain everything in front of you!
But this dream is too real!
Mu Zhiming couldn't help pursing the lips that still had Gu Heyan's warmth, he thought, in his dream, the cold-blooded general's lips were so soft and warm when kissed.
After feeling that everything was a dream, Mu Zhiming was no longer afraid.
What's more, Gu Heyan was not dripping with blood and appeared like a terrifying evil ghost. On the contrary, he was dressed in an elegant plain white robe with cloud patterns. Although his expression was indifferent, he looked at him with an undisguised tenderness in his eyes. It is completely different from the cold general in Mu Zhiming's impression.
Mu Zhiming couldn't help but have some doubts.
Why did he suddenly dream of Gu Heyan
Still such a strange dream.
Gu Heyan spoke, recalling Mu Zhiming's dazed thoughts: "The medicine is getting cold."
Mu Zhiming: "Huh?"
Gu Heyan: "Drink quickly."
Mu Zhiming: "Okay, okay."
Mu Zhiming took a deep breath, raised his head and drank the medicine, swallowing it whole.
Gu Heyan took the empty bowl in his hand, touched Mu Zhiming's cheek and lightly stroked the blue silk on his temples, then walked to the table and put the empty bowl on the table.
Mu Zhiming stared blankly at his back, and stretched out his hand to hold the place Gu Heyan touched.
Gu Heyan this is...
Soothing yourself
this dream...
It's so fucking weird.
Gu Heyan put the empty bowl away and blew out the candle. The bright moonlight shone through the half-opened coffin, and the outlines of things in the wing could be vaguely seen. He walked back to the bed and began to take off his outer clothes.
Mu Zhiming: "?!?!"
What happened to this dream, why is it getting more and more strange.
Gu Heyan put away his clothes, got on the bed with only his white shirt, and sat beside Mu Zhiming: "Rest."
Mu Zhiming couldn't turn his head around, he didn't make any movement, staring blankly at Gu Heyan.
Gu Heyan said, "Not today, you are sick."
Mu Zhiming: "Huh?"
What doesn't work, what doesn't work
Gu Heyan put his hand on Mu Zhiming's shoulder, pushed him down on the bed, covered him with a quilt and tucked it under his chin, then lay down beside Mu Zhiming.
Mu Zhiming was so frightened that he didn't dare to put his hands and feet around, his hands were close to his side and his legs were close together, he lay straight like a crossbar and stared at the hollow pattern on the canopy bed. Just as he was thinking about what he heard or did recently, So much so that when he dreamed of Gu Heyan, Mu Zhiming heard the people around him talking.
Gu Heyan hesitated, hesitating, his words were very vague, he asked: "Today, that name..."
Before he spoke, he fell silent, as if thinking about his words.
Mu Zhiming: "What?"
Gu Heyan: "It's nothing, just sleep."
Mu Zhiming looked confused.
The sparse stars and the moon scattered the clouds, and the room was quiet for a moment before Gu Heyan spoke again.
As if afraid of disturbing anything, he said softly, "Can I hold you to sleep?"
Hearing this, Mu Zhiming was dumbfounded.
Why! ! !
Why is Gu Heyan like this in his dream!
He dreamed that Gu Heyan was holding a blood-dropping long sword, and it was more normal for the enemy to be cut off by the blade of the iron horse!
No, no, it's not normal to dream about these things! !
Seeing that Mu Zhiming didn't answer for a long time, Gu Heyan's eyes dimmed, and he muttered in despair, "Can't you?"
His appearance made Mu Zhiming, who was always soft-hearted, say something of rejection. Mu Zhiming nodded and said, "Okay."
This sound is like the thunder and thunder in the early spring, when the ice and snow are all over, all things wake up and open their eyes to see this Fangfei human world.
Gu Heyan's dim eyes just now lit up a little bit. He stretched out his hand and took Mu Zhiming into his arms. He hugged him tightly for a while, and then because he was worried that Mu Zhiming would not sleep well, his arms relaxed, and he circled emptyly. With Mu Zhiming.
Suddenly, an indescribable emotion rose up in Mu Zhiming's chest.
Like the waves that rolled up the snow-white foam, you can clearly see it, but when you reach out to grab it, you can't hold anything in your palm.
Mu Zhiming wanted to say something for no reason, no matter what it was.
So he opened his mouth and said, "General, after the sunset in the water, I also dreamed of you."
Gu Heyan: "Huh?"
What is also a dream
Mu Zhiming continued: "You just stood there and looked at me, with distress and a touch of sadness hidden in the depths of your eyes. It seemed that you had a lot to say to me, but you were silent and didn't say anything."
Gu Heyan thought that what Mu Zhiming was talking about was when he was in a coma, so he patted him on the back soothingly: "It's alright, it's alright, go to sleep."
"Okay." Mu Zhiming closed his eyes.
Perhaps it was because of the soup that Mu Zhiming woke up, but soon became sleepy again. He closed his eyes for a while and then fell asleep peacefully.
In the early morning, the sun was high and the wind was warm, and the eaves were chirping. Mu Zhiming woke up from his sleep, turned around, and saw that there was no one beside him.
He looked around and saw that there was no Gu Heyan in the large wing, only himself.
Mu Zhiming lay on the couch in a daze, thinking to himself, it really is a dream.
At the same time, Wen Heyin leaped lightly into the corridor of Mu's residence, stopped an attendant who was usually in charge of Mu Zhiming's courtyard, and asked him, "Is General Gu here? Is it convenient for me to find the young master now?"
The attendant said: "General Gu went to Luodu Camp before dawn."
"Oh good!" Wen Heyin nodded, ran to Mu Zhiming's wing, reached the door, raised her hand and knocked: "Master, it's me."
"Ayin? Come in." Mu Zhiming's voice came from inside the room.
"Master." Wen Heyin pushed open the door and entered, "I heard that you fell into the water yesterday, are you alright?"
"It's fine." Mu Zhiming said while rubbing his forehead, seeing that the fever had subsided, he smiled.
"That's good." Wen Heyin called the maid, and served Mu Zhiming to wash, dress, and hair.
After finishing the work, Mu Zhiming walked out of the wing, looking at the wind and the sky, stretched out, exhaled a long breath, smiled and said to Wen Heyin: "Ayin, the weather is really nice today, I'll wait and bring Why don't you go to Danqingfang to play? There is a literary and ink competition there today, and I will definitely come out on top for the seventh time!" He said it with confidence, with a youthful spirit and fearless appearance.
Wen Heyin blinked: "Master, you seem to be a little different today than usual."
Mu Zhiming smiled and asked, "Why did you say this?"
Wen Heyin: "In the past, you always looked preoccupied, worrying about something every day. Today, it seems that all the things in your heart have vanished into thin air."