Mu Zhiming didn't know what Gu Heyan was going to do. He was so nervous that he didn't dare to speak, his whole body was stiff and his heart was beating like a drum, and he was worried that Gu Heyan would find out that he was pretending to be asleep.
However, after Gu Heyan stretched out his hand, he didn't do anything out of the ordinary, just carefully tucked the quilt for Mu Zhiming.
Then Gu Heyan sat down beside the footrest beside the bed.
He just sat without saying a word, leaning his head against the bedpost of the canopy bed, as if he was beside Mu Zhiming, so he could rest for a while.
Mu Zhiming didn't know what he meant, so he didn't dare to say anything.
So that night, the shadows of the moon moved silently, one pretended to be unable to sleep, and the other slept unsteadily until dawn broke.
Mu Zhiming felt sleepy in the early morning, closed his eyes for a moment, and when he woke up, Gu Heyan was gone.
He sat up and looked around blankly, wondering if it was his dream last night.
When having breakfast in the morning, Mu Zhiming was still thinking about this, and he was absent-minded after eating a meal.
Wen Heyin went into the wing to look for him, and handed some things to Mu Zhiming: "This is what General Gu asked me to give to you."
Mu Zhiming took it and found that it was a letter and a bottle of medicine, the medicine was for bruises, and the letter had three words: I'm sorry.
Mu Zhiming collected the letter and asked Wen Heyin, "Where's the general?"
Wen Heyin: "Go to Luodu Camp."
Mu Zhiming murmured: "General is really busy with military affairs..."
After breakfast, Wen Heyin rubbed the medicine on Mu Zhiming's arm, Mu Zhiming asked, "Ayin, where does the general rest on weekdays?"
Wen Heyin: "Where else can I be? In your wing."
Mu Zhiming: "Cough cough... I asked where he lived yesterday?"
Wen Heyin: "Next door to you, the room at the end of the corridor."
Mu Zhiming nodded thoughtfully.
Wen Heyin: "What's wrong?"
Mu Zhiming pulled down his sleeves and straightened his clothes, and said to Wen Heyin, "Let's go to the general's room to have a look."
When the two entered the wing, a servant was cleaning and tidying up, and Mu Zhiming pushed him back and looked around.
Everything in the guest room was simple and casual, and there was no trace of private residence in sight. Mu Zhiming looked around and found not even a single item belonging to Gu Heyan.
He didn't want to stay for a long time, looked at Wen Heyin, and wanted to ask him to leave together. At this moment, Mu Zhiming saw a few pieces of waste paper on the table.
Mu Zhiming went to the table, picked up the scraps of paper that were folded at random and pressed with a teacup, and saw that each one had words of apology written on it.
Some write impulsive, reckless, frightening, embarrassing...
Some write that they dare not ask for forgiveness...
Some wrote that there is a good medicine, this medicine can cure bruises...
And so on, seven or eight.
Each of them was scribbled after two or three sentences were written.
Mu Zhiming picked up the letter with only three words 'I'm sorry' that Gu Heyan gave to Wen Heyin, and compared the handwriting.
Sure enough, these were all written by Gu Heyan.
I don't know how long he struggled and struggled, and finally decided to write only 'I'm sorry'.
"Master, what are you looking at? You smile like this." Wen Heyin asked inexplicably.
"Huh? Am I smiling?" Mu Zhiming reached out and pressed the corners of his mouth unconsciously.
Wen Heyin: "Yes."
Mu Zhiming couldn't answer, he coughed lightly and put away the manuscript papers one by one.
Wen Heyin leaned over to look: "Master, what are you doing with all this waste paper?"
"It's nothing." Mu Zhiming turned sideways calmly, so that Wen Heyin could not see the words on the paper, he searched for words to attract his attention, "By the way, what day is it today?"
Wen Heyin: "The sixth day of the third month."
Mu Zhiming: "Oh? I heard that there is a temple fair in the east of the city today. Would you like to go and have a look?"
Wen Heyin: "Okay, okay."
Invite the Buddhist temple to open, worship from all directions, the incense is strong, the sound of gongs and drums is transmitted from the street to the end of the street, the crowd is full of people, and it is very lively.
Mu Zhiming and Wen Heyin burned incense together, prayed for safety, and went to watch the street juggling. Because of their shoulder-to-shoulders, Wen Heyin had to follow Mu Zhiming closely so as not to be crowded out.
There are many people, and it is naturally a good time for traitors to fish in troubled waters.
The two just watched the excitement for a while, and met a man dressed as a Taoist priest.
The man had a moustache on his lips, a fortune-telling banner in his hand, and reached out to stop Mu Zhiming: "Hey, this son, I see that your hall is black, I'm afraid there will be a bloody disaster recently! But if you meet me, then But I am lucky, I can count the innate number of Huangji, know the value of life and death, and silver 10 taels, that is, there is a way to break the blood disaster."
Mu Zhiming liked to travel around the rivers and lakes in his previous life, and he was well-informed. How could he be frightened by such words? He smiled and said, "Oh? After a hexagram, the hexagram said that my lucky stars are shining recently, and good luck is in the lead, how can it be completely contrary to what you said?"
The man faltered, murmured two letters, and then walked away.
Mu Zhiming didn't take it to heart, and continued to play with Wen Heyin.
Who knew it was a good coincidence, after more than half an hour, the two met the fake Taoist again.
The Taoist priest stopped a young man in aqua blue brocade, and he was still talking about the bloody disaster, and he didn't change a word.
The aqua blue brocade-clothed young man didn't look very alert. When he heard that he was in trouble, he turned pale with fright, and reached out his hand to take out the money.
Mu Zhiming hurriedly stepped forward, stopped the hand of the young master Shuilan Jinyi to hand over the silver, and smiled helplessly: "How can you be so easy to deceive? You can believe what he says? Put away the money and come with me. Came to the capital? You didn’t even tell me in advance, it seems that I haven’t seen you for two years, it’s really unfamiliar.”
Young Master Shuilan Jinyi looked up at him and asked in confusion, "Who are you? Why did you tell me to come with you?"
Mu Zhiming was stunned: "You don't know me?"
Young Master Shuilan Jinyi: "I don't know."
Mu Zhiming groaned in his heart.
The Taoist priest saw that Mu Zhiming had ruined his fortune, how could he bear it, he opened his mouth and said to the young master Shuilan Jinyi: "Oh, son, your disaster is because of this person! Why don't you stay away from him!"
"What?" Young Master Shui Lan Jinyi was startled, and struggled to shake off Mu Zhiming's hand, "You, you, disaster, go away, go away."
Mu Zhiming grabbed him tightly and said calmly, "Young Master, I'll tell you the truth, I'll also look at it, so I know this Taoist priest is lying to you."
The Taoist priest pointed forward with two fingers and said, "Little Huangkou, you are talking nonsense."
Wen Heyin rolled up her sleeves and was about to step forward, but was pulled back by Mu Zhiming, Mu Zhiming smiled: "Sir, do you dare to compete with me?"
The Taoist priest's voice was a little quieter, but he still stuck his neck and said, "Compared, I'm afraid you won't succeed?"
Mu Zhiming said: "Okay, there are still variables in the future. Knowing the past is only a skill. Let's calculate the son's name, age, month and day of birth, how about that?"
Taoist priest: "Fortune-telling can only be calculated if you know these things, how can you calculate these?!"
"Why not?" Mu Zhiming looked at Shuilan Jinyi's son, and said confidently, "This son's surname is Mo, his first name is Nian, his name is Huai, and he is a native of Jinling. He has been crowned for two years and was born on the eighth day of the eighth lunar month."
This time, Mo Huai not only did not let go of Mu Zhiming's hand, but also held his hand tightly, his eyes widened, and he said repeatedly: "Wow, that's right, you are the reincarnation of a god, right?!"
He wanted to see what the Taoist priest would say, but when he turned his head, there was no Taoist priest.
"Hey, Daoist Master, where are you going?" Mo Huai wondered, "Isn't it a competition?"
Wen Heyin couldn't stand it anymore, and said, "That's a liar. If you feel guilty, you will slip away. There is no one in this world who can know life and death."
Mo Huai turned around and looked at Mu Zhiming admiringly: "Why not, I just look at this young master! What I just said is correct."
Mu Zhiming smiled and stopped lying to him: "Young Master Mo, I only know those things when I know you."
"What? You know me?" Mo Huai was surprised.
Mu Zhiming nodded and said with a smile: "In the next day, Mu Zhiming, the prince of the Duke of Yan, has long admired the name of the young pavilion master of Qianji Pavilion."
Mo Huai: "How did you know me?"
Mu Zhiming thought to himself: Mingming in his memory, when he was in the arena, he met Mo Huai in Suzhou, a misty and rainy city in the south of the Yangtze River because of his preference for mechanical skills, and then became close friends. Why doesn't Mo Huai know him now
If you are crazy, can you put the name and birthday of Mo Huai, who you don't know, into your mind
It's really weird.
The answer is naturally impossible. Mu Zhiming smiled and said: "I have been interested in the mechanism since I was a child, and the exquisite mechanism of Qianji Pavilion is famous in all corners of the world. I naturally know you as the master of the young pavilion."
Mo Huai was full of enthusiasm: "Mr. Mu, I think you are very kind, and you have a feeling of being familiar at first sight."
Wen Heyin on the side felt speechless: "You just said that our young master was a disaster, how could it be like the past at first sight."
Mo Huai blushed: "I was deceived by that Taoist priest just now, it's alright, I apologize!" He raised his hand carelessly, "Mr. Mu, are you interested in organ art, right? Come and come. Come, I will show you the babies I brought to the capital this time, it will definitely make your eyes shine!"
He grabbed Mu Zhiming involuntarily and left.
Wen Heyin felt that this person was robbing her young master, and rolled up her sleeves again.
Hearing this, Mu Zhiming smiled, as if expecting that Mo Huai would be so arrogant to invite him, so he turned his head and asked Wen Heyin to keep up with him not to get lost, Wen Heyin had to give up the idea of hitting someone.
Mo Huai came to the capital this time because the old pavilion master of Qianji Pavilion was entrusted by the Ministry of War Tiangongfang to develop gunpowder barrels for the imperial court.
Qianji Pavilion was rich and powerful, bought a tower, spent dozens of days, and transformed it into a Qianji Pavilion attic full of organs.
Mo Huai led Mu Zhiming around, and the two had similar interests and soon became friends.
During the conversation, Mu Zhiming mentioned that he had an ancient book of his own magic, Mo Huai was very interested, and agreed with him that Mu Zhiming would take that book to Qianji Pavilion to meet again in two days.
So Mu Zhiming started looking for the book after returning to the mansion.
He always cherishes books and organizes them neatly, but it is strange that there is no such book on the bookshelf where he usually keeps ancient books.
While rummaging around in the wing, Mu Zhiming asked Wen Heyin, "Ayin, have you seen my book?"
Wen Heyin: "Is it the book you always read?"
Mu Zhiming: "Yes."
Wen Heyin: "That must be in the General's Mansion."
Mu Zhiming stopped rummaging and looked at Wen Heyin: "General's Mansion?"
"Yes." Wen Heyin nodded, "You lived in the General's Mansion for seven days out of ten, so you moved all your favorite books there."