The Duke of Yan, Mu Boren, was having breakfast with his wife Gong Shi in the wing room, and mentioned the "Spring Hunting Sacrifice". "The noble concubine, the concubine, asked me and Li Zhu to go to the palace in a few days to meet the Holy Master, and go to Jiuqu Mountain to participate in the Spring Hunting Sacrificial Ceremony." Mu Boren said. "This is a matter of favor, and you must not neglect the concubine's kindness." Gong Shi said. "Yeah." Mu Boren nodded, "Li Zhu has been deeply loved by the imperial concubine since he was a child. It should be because I haven't brought him to the palace for a long time. I think the lady has missed it, so this year..."
Before Yan Guogong finished speaking, the door of the wing room was suddenly pushed open, and one person rushed in recklessly, startling all the people in the room.
Mu Zhiming's blue silk was scattered and untied, his clothes were not tied, and the cloth shoes on his feet were just stopped by Caiwei and forced him to put them on.
"Father, mother..." As soon as Mu Zhiming saw them, the tears that he wiped away suddenly poured out of his eyes again. "Li Zhu? What's the matter with you?" Mu Boren stood up abruptly, unable to believe that this unruly and disheveled teenager was his son.
It was Gong's seven orifices and exquisite heart, and immediately screened the servants serving in the house: "Li Zhu, my dear, what's wrong with you? Don't be afraid, Tong Niang said."
Mu Zhiming knelt down in front of Gong Shi, tears like rain: "Mother, I will definitely strive to be good, I will study hard to make up for my clumsiness, keep a low profile, and then protect you, protect the Mu family, and live up to the love and righteousness given to me. Every one of us is determined to sweep away evil and filth, and change things in order to clean things up, and no longer obscure one's eyes and be at the mercy of others."
"Ouch." Seeing him crying like this, Mrs. Gong was so distressed that she embraced him and comforted her softly, "What's the matter? Was it because of your homework that you were scolded by your father?"
"I've never criticized him in the past few days." Mu Boren shouted, "It's really June Feixue."
"Father!" Mu Zhiming cried at Mu Boren again, "Be careful with your words and deeds, father! If you are not careful, you will die without a place to be buried."
"This child! What nonsense are you talking about!!" Mu Boren was so frightened that his face turned pale, and he patted the table again and again, "What is "dead", how can these words be said nonsense? What evil is there!"
"Okay, okay, I guess I read some idle books and had nightmares, don't cry, Li Zhu, don't talk nonsense, you'll frighten your father." Gong shi rubbed Mu Zhiming's back and comforted him repeatedly.
Mu Boren blew his beard and stared, and taught Mu Zhiming with his hands behind his back: "I don't read the Four Books and Five Classics, and I read some trivial things that kill my mind every day. Look at your disheveled appearance, it's really embarrassing! Where's Caiwei? Caiwei Where have you gone? Hurry up and bring the prince back to the wing for me, and groom carefully!"
one
The chaotic early morning came to an end, like a big dream, and it was finally enlightened.
In the wing room, Mu Zhiming looked at his immature face in the bronze mirror, and slowly recovered from the rebirth.
He remembered all kinds of past events, and the most perplexing thing was why he would see Gu Heyan after he died.
Is it...
Is it because he committed suicide with what Gu Heyan donated before his death in his last life, so he only saw him in chaos after death
The blade that Mu Zhiming used to cut his wrist in his previous life was a sub-blade taken from the handle of the dagger carried by the mandarin duck.
That was the birthday gift that Gu Heyan gave him when he was young.
When the house was raided in the previous life, the mansion was in chaos, and Mu Zhiming hid a knife to protect himself, only to find out later that it was the mandarin duck carrying the son's dagger.
Is it for this reason
"Master."
With a soft call, Mu Zhiming's thoughts were pulled back to the present. He raised his head and found that Caiwei had tied his hair. In the bronze mirror, there was a young phoenix with a youthful appearance, but was already unparalleled. Boy in white.
"Master, you had a light sleep and a nightmare last night? I ordered someone to fetch some soothing incense and light it in the incense burner before going to bed at night." Cai Wei took the towel soaked in hot water and gently wiped it for Mu Zhiming Wrists of both hands.
Mu Zhiming looked at her who was gentle and virtuous, and couldn't help but think of the previous life, when Cai Wei fell on the stone steps in front of the mansion to protect herself when she ransacked her house. At that time, she was pregnant and weak. This fall, blood seeped into the order, one corpse and two lives. "Sister Caiwei." Mu Zhiming suddenly said, "You will definitely be in an IKEA room, and your children and grandchildren will be around your knees."
Caiwei had not yet left the cabinet, and when she heard this, she was amused and embarrassed: "Master, don't make fun of me."
"Where's Ayin? Where is he?" Mu Zhiming stroked his sleeves, stood up and asked.
As soon as he finished speaking, a young man swept into the house like a strong wind. He was about fourteen years old. He was wearing an indigo blue guard jacket with wrists and waistbands. His hair was tied high with a gray-blue ribbon, and he had no accessories. , Wen Heyin clutched the bird egg in her hand and ran to the bed: "What's wrong? The young master called me? I was just digging out the bird egg from the willow tree in the courtyard!"
Wen Heyin is Mu Zhiming's personal bodyguard. They are the same age and have grown up together since childhood. Although they are masters and servants, they are brothers and sisters.
Just as Wen Heyin stood in front of Mu Zhiming, Mu Zhiming immediately stretched out his arms and hugged him, so scared that Wen Heyin's body was stiff and he didn't dare to move.
There was a warm feeling in his arms, Mu Zhiming's eyes were slightly hot, and the tip of his nose was sore.
He didn't know if he should be so emotional, but he really couldn't help it.
In the last life, the Mu family was in trouble because of crimes. Wen Heyin said that he was going to ask someone to save him. He turned around and left. Wen Heyin disappeared for two days and two nights. On the third day, he died tragically on the street. The bruises, bruises and bloodstains and whiplashes separated Mu Zhiming from yin and yang from then on.
Now that old people meet, how can we not cry with joy.
Just when Mu Zhiming was full of emotion, Wen Heyin said embarrassedly, "Master."
Mu Zhiming: "Huh?"
Wen Heyin: "I don't like you."
Mu Zhiming: "..."
Wen Heyin said righteously: "You can't rob a good family woman and a man, oh, I seem to be your family from the beginning, then you can't rely on the power without fear, the overlord will force the bow, and tarnish people's innocence."
Mu Zhiming: "..."
Wen Heyin: "Hey, the outstanding temperament is really distressing. I can understand that Young Master likes me, but this kind of thing is about mutual affection. Young Master, don't force others to be difficult, I'd rather die."
Mu Zhiming: "..."
The sadness of the death in the previous life disappeared because of these jokes, and the real feeling of reunion flooded into Mu Zhiming's heart.
Yes, he went home, a high-spirited young man, he should not be sad, let alone disturb himself.
Mu Zhiming hid all his thoughts, raised his bright eyes, and said without a smile, "Really? Then I can't get it anyway, so I'll just strangle to death."
Wen Heyin screamed: "Sister Caiwei! Help! Young Master, if he can't get my heart, he will destroy my people!"
Caiwei covered her lips to hold back a smile, watching them both laugh and play as usual.
Suddenly, a little maid came knocking on the door and said: "Master, the Duke and his wife called you to the side hall, I have something to ask you! "