Mu Zhiming and Wen Heyin took a carriage to the General's Mansion. Seeing the simple plaque and the Zhumen, Mu Zhiming was as surprised as he was when he was fifteen years old.
Walking to the door, Mu Zhiming raised his hand and knocked on the door, and Wen Zhongcheng came out to greet him.
Seeing that the visitor was Mu Zhiming, he warmly greeted him: "Mr. Mu, long time no see."
However, Mu Zhiming had no impression of him, and smiled back embarrassingly, not knowing what to say.
Wen Heyin said, "We're here to find the book that's in the General's place."
"Okay." Wen Zhongcheng invited the two into the mansion, trying to lead the way, "I'll take the two to the general's wing."
"It's okay, we can go by ourselves." Wen Heyin said.
Mu Zhiming was surprised, and Ayin didn't think of herself as an outsider too much.
Unexpectedly, Wen Zhongcheng nodded as if he was used to it: "Okay."
After that, Wen Zhongcheng left, not to mention the two of them as outsiders.
"Let's go, young master." Wen Heyin beckoned and walked forward.
"Ayin." Mu Zhiming hurriedly followed Wen Heyin's footsteps and pulled his arm, "This is the General's Mansion. It's against the rules for us to walk around like this? Aren't we going to collide with others?"
"No." Wen Heyin said, "Aunt Liang's family usually lives in the General's Mansion, and there is no one else."
Mu Zhiming was uneasy: "But... we are outsiders after all..."
Wen Heyin: "Master, you are not the general's outsider, you are the general's insider."
Mu Zhiming coughed sharply: "...Ayin, do you know what your wife means?"
Wen Heyin has reason and evidence: "Outsiders refer to people who have no relationship with relatives and friends, and insiders must mean family."
Mu Zhiming: "Okay... It can indeed be explained in this way."
While talking, the two had already crossed the moss path and walked to the east wing. Mu Zhiming saw the verdant sycamore leaves at a glance, the sky was light and cloudy, and the ground was full of shade.
For some reason, looking at this phoenix tree, Mu Zhiming felt inexplicable heart palpitations.
Standing under the mottled tree shadow, he raised his head, and Gu Heyan's ink-like eyes flashed in front of him.
"Master." Wen Heyin called out, making Mu Zhiming come back to his senses.
Mu Zhiming turned his head to look and saw that Heyin pushed open the door of the wing without hesitation, and walked straight in.
Mu Zhiming was startled, walked over quickly, and found that Wen Heyin had already started looking for books everywhere, he hurriedly said: "Ayin, this, this is not right."
"Huh?" Wen Heyin raised her head, "What's wrong?"
Knowing that there was no one around, Mu Zhiming lowered his voice: "This is the general's residence, shouldn't we break in like this at will?"
Wen Heyin waved her hand: "It's alright, young master, hurry up and find the book."
Mu Zhiming was still uneasy: "Then you remember to return the original, don't rummage in the private place..."
Wen Heyin: "I know, I know."
Mu Zhiming hesitated in place, tried to calm down, and began to look for it.
I didn't look carefully when I entered the room just now, but now Mu Zhiming looked around, surprised.
There's so much of him here.
On the desk is his jasper bamboo forest pen holder, next to the pen holder is a pile of idle books, his pen and ink are hung on the wall, his kiln white glaze green pillow is placed on the couch, and even the wardrobe is neat and tidy. Folding his clothes.
There are traces of his permanent residence everywhere.
Mu Zhiming stared at the items in a trance, forgetting for a while that he was here to find books.
At this moment, Wen Heyin pulled out a wooden box from the closet, he opened it, and suddenly 'huh', he called Mu Zhiming: "Master, come and have a look."
"Huh? Did you find it?" Mu Zhiming walked over to Wen Heyin and looked down.
I saw a celadon medicine pot and a phoenix lantern in the wooden box.
The phoenix lantern has faded a little, and I think it has been here for some years.
"Isn't this medicine the medicine you gave the general to treat his hand injury?" Wen Heyin recognized the celadon medicine jar.
Mu Zhiming asked, "Hand injury?"
"Well." Wen Heyin nodded, "At that time, the general's right arm was injured by a poisoned arrow, and he returned to Beijing to recuperate. You didn't know where to get the medicine. You delivered medicine to the general every day and helped him apply medicine, and it was not on the last day. Just deliver it yourself."
Mu Zhiming: "Afterwards, did the wound on the general's arm heal?"
"It's healed." Wen Heyin said.
Just as Mu Zhiming was about to breathe a sigh of relief, he heard Wen Heyin say, "But the general was imprisoned some time ago, and I heard that his right hand was injured again."
Hearing this, the sullen mood instantly occupied Mu Zhiming's chest, and he said in a very displeased tone: "The general is in prison? The general has always been loyal to Da Jin, why is he in prison?"
"It's a long story. Anyway, the general was framed by someone. Fortunately, the matter is over." Wen Heyin closed the wooden box and put it back in the closet. He looked up and saw something, and pointed his hand forward, "Eh "Master, there is a bookshelf over there, will the book you're looking for be on it?"
"I'll go take a look." Mu Zhiming turned around and walked to the bookshelf. After searching carefully, he actually found the book he wanted on the third floor.
Mu Zhiming was overjoyed, took out the book, flipped through it, and accidentally found a piece of paper in the book.
He took out the paper suspiciously and unfolded it, and was immediately stunned.
It was filled with Gu Heyan's name and a poem: Short lovesickness is endless.
And the handwriting is Mu Zhiming's own handwriting.
"Master, have you found it?" Wen Heyin's voice sounded in Mu Zhiming's ear.
Mu Zhiming shoved the paper back into the book and closed it, so panicked that he couldn't even speak: "No, no, what?"
"Didn't find it?" Wen Heyin leaned over, "Isn't this book in your hand?"
"Yes, yes." Mu Zhiming clenched the book tightly in both hands, for fear that Wen Heyin would reach for it, "This is it."
"Master." Wen Heyin wondered, "What's wrong with you?"
Mu Zhiming's eyes wandered around: "It's okay, you... go play, I want to sit here by myself for a while."
"Oh." Wen Heyin scratched his head, and he said with interest, "Okay, then I'll go see Aunt Liang and the others. I haven't been here for a long time."
Mu Zhiming nodded: "Well, let's go."
After Wen Heyin left, Mu Zhiming let out a long sigh, slowly spread out the book in his hand, and looked at the piece of paper.
The words were indeed his, but Mu Zhiming had no impression at all.
I don't know when I wrote it, I don't know why I wrote it.
Mu Zhiming was unwilling and tried to remember, but his head started to hurt, and even the world seemed to start spinning.
At this moment, a child's voice came from the door: "Come on, come after me!"
The voice came, and so did the person. A four- or five-year-old boy with a stubble slammed open the door that Wen Heyin had not closed, and ran in recklessly. With quick eyes and quick hands, he picked him up.
Juanniang followed behind the child and shouted in distress: "Cong'er, you can't enter this wing, come back quickly... Ah, Mu Gongzi." Seeing Mu Zhiming in the room, Juanniang shouted in surprise.
Mu Zhiming handed the child to Juanniang and smiled kindly, "Are you a servant of the General's Mansion?"
Juanniang picked up the child, looked at Mu Zhiming's unfamiliar appearance to her, remembered that she had heard that Mu Zhiming had lost his memory and forgotten things, and now she realized that it was true, and she replied, "Yes."
"Young Master Mu, Young Master Mu, the one who named me Young Master Mu." The child suddenly giggled.
"Huh? Did I take your name?" Mu Zhiming was surprised.
The child answered decisively: "Yes."
Juanniang smiled, and without waiting for Mu Zhiming to ask, she took the initiative to explain: "Seven years ago, my young master led troops to the frontier, Mu Gongzi, you often come to the general's mansion to take care of us for the young master, and when Cong'er was born, we will ask you named him."
"Seven years ago?" Mu Zhiming pondered, "So did I start thinking about the general so early?"
Juanniang covered her lips and laughed out loud, only then did Mu Zhiming realize that he had accidentally said what was in his heart, and immediately flushed from his cheeks to the roots of his ears.
Juanniang said, "I don't know when Young Master Mu became interested in my young master, but my young master has really liked you for a long, long time."
Mu Zhiming couldn't believe it: "Really?"
"Of course it's true." Juanniang said, "Young Master Mu, when my young master was sixteen years old, you and Duke Yan came to visit him. He went to Jiyuezhai to buy cakes in a few neighborhoods, and asked him again. What kind of clothes does he wear look good on us, he's so nervous! You say, it's not like it, what is it?"
Mu Zhiming was stunned, but in just a few days, those small pasts and memories, those he knew and didn't know, were reminding him that he had forgotten the past, and that he and Gu Heyan fell in love with each other.
After returning to Mu Mansion, Mu Zhiming kept thinking about what Juanniang said, and even slept uneasily.
Insomnia is a painful thing, Mu Zhiming tossed and turned on the couch, feeling irritable and uncomfortable.
It was late at night, the insects were chirping, and suddenly there was a slight creaking sound from the door.
Mu Zhiming was stunned for a moment, and then reacted very quickly, pulling the quilt and closing his eyes to pretend to be asleep, very skilled.
Gu Heyan had just returned to the capital from the Luodu camp, and he was dressed in a cold spring night. He walked slowly into the wing, closing the door very lightly, without making any sound.
He walked to the bed by the moonlight, saw Mu Zhiming sleeping peacefully, and his heart was at peace.
Gu Heyan stretched out his hand, wanting to touch Mu Zhiming's cheek, but when his hand was about to touch him, Gu Heyan was worried about waking him up, so he silently took his hand back.
Gu Heyan looked at Mu Zhiming's sleeping face silently for a while, and then sat down beside the bed as he did last time, thinking that he would sit like this until dawn.
However, he just sat firmly, and the person on the couch opened his eyes and said softly, "General..."
Gu Heyan, who had always been calm and calm, panicked instantly, got up without saying a word and was about to leave, and even reached out to cover his face to try not to be seen by Mu Zhiming.
"General!" Mu Zhiming propped up his upper body with one hand and grabbed Gu Heyan's wrist with the other.
Gu Heyan, who was caught by Mu Zhiming, seemed to have been casted by someone with a body-fixing spell. He could easily shake off Mu Zhiming's hand, but he couldn't move at the moment.
Gu Heyan: "Yes, I'm sorry... I... just... just... "
"General." Mu Zhiming smiled, "Come and rest on the couch, don't sit next to your feet, how uncomfortable."
Gu Heyan couldn't believe his ears: "You, what did you say?"
Mu Zhiming repeated it patiently: "Don't go back to the next room, sleep next to me."