Chapter 106： do you have past life memories

"Prince Concubine?!" Mu Zhiming was stunned for a moment, holding on to his sick body, struggling to get up and salute.

The three people in the wing all stretched out their hands and took a half step forward, trying to stop his movement.

The noble concubine was the closest to Mu Zhiming. She walked to the side of the bed in two steps and pressed Mu Zhiming's shoulders: "Do you still care about these etiquettes between you and me? Xiaolizhu, lie down quickly."

Mu Zhiming no longer insisted, lay down obediently, and the concubine sat on the edge of the bed and gently tucked the quilt for him.

Since the person who came was a noble concubine, Gu Heyan was inconvenient to be present and got up and left the wing.

"Prince Concubine, why did you leave the palace?" Mu Zhiming asked in confusion.

"Jian told me about you. I was impatient and went to ask the emperor. The emperor allowed me to come out of the palace to have a look, but it was only for one day and I should not make it public." The imperial concubine replied.

Mu Zhiming smiled: "It's really not to be publicized, otherwise, based on the beautiful appearance of the noble concubine, I'm afraid it will lead to a scene of empty alleys."

"Your mouth, you will talk since I was a child." The imperial concubine reached out and pinched Mu Zhiming's cheek, and said sadly: "Why are you so thin? After returning to Beijing, my brother and sister-in-law, seeing you like this, is so much more It hurts."

Fu Ji'an said: "Fortunately, Brother Mu's spirit is not bad."

Mu Zhiming smiled and said, "It's natural to be taken care of by someone."

Fu Ji'an: "Huh? But I see that the general's house is frugal and has few servants, and it seems a little too busy."

Mu Zhiming: "Be considerate and considerate, no matter how much."

Fu Ji'an nodded: "That's true, but Brother Mu, you should go back to the Mu Mansion as soon as possible. After all, the Mu Mansion is still convenient and comfortable. It's inconvenient to stay here for a long time, General."

The imperial concubine turned her head, looked at him hatefully, and shook her hand: "Alright, alright, Ji'an, stop talking."

Fu Ji'an was confused: "...Ah?"

The imperial concubine looked at Mu Zhiming and said with a smile: "I heard about the engagement before, and I was surprised if there was a reason for it, but now it seems that it is the work of heaven?"

"Well." Mu Zhiming smiled.

"That's good, then I can rest assured." The imperial concubine squinted her eyes, "Before, I saw Yi'er and asked you how you were, but he actually said everything was fine, hum, you know how to fool me, the next time I see him, I must scold him well."

Speaking of Fu Yi, Mu Zhiming's face changed slightly.

As the change in the capital of the previous life is getting closer and closer, should I remind the noble concubine: Fu Yi, the wolf child who would spare no effort to seize the imperial power.

Mu Zhiming called out in a serious tone, "Your Majesty's Concubine."

"Huh? What's wrong?" The concubine saw that he was suddenly serious and didn't know why.

Mu Zhiming: "If I say, King Su, he..."

At this moment, there was a knock on the door, which directly interrupted Mu Zhiming's words.

Fu Ji'an walked to the door and asked, "Who?"

The person standing outside the door smiled: "Jian, it's me."

One word made Mu Zhiming feel cold all over his body.

Fu Ji'an looked delighted and opened the door: "Brother Huang, it's actually you."

Fu Yi walked into the wing, closed the door, and said with a smile, "What? We all grew up together. Can you come and see Li Zhu, can I? Is Li Zhu's health better?"

He just stepped into the inner room, and when he saw the person sitting beside the bed, his eyes trembled suddenly, and it took a long while to speak: "Why...you left the palace..."

Although Fu Ji'an felt that Fu Yi's name was inappropriate, he did not criticize him: "Brother Huang, the mother and concubine want to visit the doctor, so the father and the emperor allowed her to quietly leave the palace for a day."

"Yi'er, you also said that everything is fine outside the palace, look at how ill Li Zhu is." The concubine and the concubine pretended to be angry.

Fu Yi restrained his thoughts and said with a smile, "I don't want you to worry."

The concubine and the concubine were still displeased: "One or two of you, you are the prince, and you don't know how to help Xiaoli Zhu, so you just watched him being bullied!"

"Your Majesty." Mu Zhiming said hurriedly, "If Ji'an hadn't impeached the leader of the Biqiu Si in time, I'd still be punished."

Fu Ji'an said: "Thanks to the criminal evidence that the emperor took great care to collect, otherwise the envoy Gou Ji had not yet entered the capital, and the father emperor would not have immediately pardoned brother Mu, and ordered Huoxing to be put in the sky prison."

Hearing this, Mu Zhiming frowned slightly.

The imperial concubine took the hands of the three of them one by one and folded them in her own. She sighed and said softly: "The imperial court is scheming to kill the heart, and the dark tide swallows people. I look forward to the three of you, a good life. Peace and joy, and support each other.”

Fu Ji'an said bluntly, "Mother, don't worry."

Mu Zhiming raised his eyes and looked at Fu Yi, his eyes scrutinized.

Fu Yi still smiled, like a human skin mask that couldn't be torn off: "Okay."

Mu Zhiming: "..."

"By the way, Xiaolizhu, what were you trying to tell me just now?" The concubine was puzzled.

Now, how could Mu Zhiming still say it? He smiled and said, "The sky is getting darker, and the snowy road is slippery at sunset in winter. Why don't the concubine go back to the palace earlier?"

"That's right, it's getting late." The imperial concubine stood up, put on the hood of Su Jin's big cloak, looked at Fu Yi and said with a smile: 'Yi'er, you haven't been here for a long time, talk to Li Zhu again. ’

Fu Yi kept looking at her: "I listen to you."

After the noble concubine and Fu Ji'an left, they saw a person standing under the plane tree outside the house, and his clothes were wet with the rustling of snow.

That person was Gu Heyan.

Seeing the two coming out, Gu Heyan clasped his fists and saluted: "I have seen the noble concubine, and I have seen His Royal Highness King Xian."

The noble concubine had not seen Gu Heyan for many years, but now that he looked at it, he felt that he was really handsome and handsome.

Well, with Xiaoli Zhu, they are a perfect match!

The more the concubine looked at, the more joyful she became: "General Gu, Li Zhu, you'll have to worry about it."

Gu Heyan: "I dare not not bother."

The imperial concubine smiled, lowered her hood, and left with Fu Ji'an.

Gu Heyan turned to look at the wing.

Now that the noble concubine and the king have left, only Fu Yi and Mu Zhiming are left in the room...

In the wing room, Fu Yi looked at Mu Zhiming and asked with concern, "Li Zhu, how is your body? The cold scorpion poison you drank came from the miasma swamp in the southwest. It's very strange and you must pay attention."

Facing Fu Yi, Mu Zhiming was reluctant to lie down and talk to him, so he propped himself up and sat up straight: "It is gradually recovering, thank you His Royal Highness Su for your concern."

Fu Yi smiled and said, "That's good."

"His Royal Highness King Su." Mu Zhiming said in a deep voice, "I talked to Huo Xin, the person he placed in the Mu residence is the groom, and the groom is not allowed to enter or leave the study of the Mu residence."

Fu Yi's movements were slightly stagnant, and he returned to normal in a moment. His smile did not diminish, as if the person who was grief-stricken and explained to Mu Zhiming was not him: "You are always careful."

Mu Zhiming said word by word: "In my life, I will never let anyone hurt my close relatives and friends."

Fu Yi nodded and smiled: "It's your way of doing things. By the way, Li Zhu, do you want to know how I died in my previous life?"

Mu Zhiming frowned and looked at him vigilantly.

"I'll tell you when I have a chance, I won't disturb your rest now." Fu Yi didn't want to stay long, so he got up and left.

Mu Zhiming was just trying to speak up. When the crowd dispersed and the room became cold, he couldn't help lowering his head and coughing a few times. He bent over and curled up, his shoulders shaking.

The creaking sound of the door came, Mu Zhiming covered his lips and pretended to smile: "He..."

Before he finished speaking, he paused for a moment, because the person who came was not Gu Heyan, but Juanniang.

"Mr. Mu, why are you coughing so badly? Lie down and rest." Juanniang hurried over and helped him lie down, "Do you want some water?"

Mu Zhiming: "No, thank you."

"Then you have a good rest. If you have something to call us, you can hear it." Juanniang left, leaving him clean.

After Juanniang left, Mu Zhiming sighed lightly, thinking that he was really greedy, and he expected Gu Heyan to be with him all the time.

He closed his eyes and rested. He slept unsteadily. He tossed and turned. At night, he woke up with a chest pain and cough.

The scenery is the scenery, but it is too lonely and deserted.

Mu Zhiming opened his eyes and looked at it for a while, and suddenly heard a soft knock on the door, and a dark figure walked in lightly.

The shadow silently touched the edge of the bed, carefully lifted the quilt at Mu Zhiming's feet, and then...

Stuffed a warm soup lady in.

Mu Zhiming: "..."

The black shadow tucked the quilt, got up and walked outside the house.

Mu Zhiming said, "He Yan..."

The dark shadow stopped.

Mu Zhiming smiled: "Although Mrs. Tang is good, I will feel that my body is terribly cold."

Hearing this, Gu Heyan moved the charcoal brazier to the side of the bed.

Mu Zhiming: "It's still cold."

Gu Heyan placed the charcoal brazier in front of the bed.

"Cough cough." Mu Zhiming coughed twice, "burning charcoal has ashes, so I'm choking."

Gu Heyan quickly moved the charcoal brazier back.

Mu Zhiming squinted and smirked, and said, "The charcoal brazier is cold in the distance, and there is ashes near it, what should I do?"

The moonlight shone like frost, falling on Gu Heyan's helpless brows.

Mu Zhiming said, "I thought of a good way."

Gu Heyan: "What?"

Seeing him step into the trap, so relaxed that it took almost no effort, Mu Zhiming smiled a little smugly: "You hug me to sleep."

Gu Heyan: "..."

Mu Zhiming: "Aiya, how can the cold wind be so piercing, it's so cold, it's freezing to death, in my quilt, it looks like that ice and snow cellar."

Gu Heyan: "..."

He lowered his head and took off his robe with some cold air, and lay on Mu Zhiming's side in only his middle clothes. He lay down just now, and Mu Zhiming immediately shook off the quilt and wrapped him inside.

The quilt was so warm, where would it be cold.

Gu Heyan: "...It's not cold on this couch."

Mu Zhiming succeeded, he didn't even bother to pretend, and smiled: "It's really not cold."

Gu Heyan: "..." He hesitated for a moment, then stretched out his hand to wrap Mu Zhiming's shoulder, and took the person into his arms.

Mu Zhiming felt extremely at ease, said good night, and prepared to continue to sleep with his eyes closed.

He closed his eyes and suddenly heard Gu Heyan ask, "What happened to you... and Prince Su...?"

Mu Zhiming: "???"

Damn, the beautiful scenery, you mention him? !

Mu Zhiming was angry, funny and puzzled: "Why did you suddenly mention His Royal Highness Prince Su?"

Feeling that Mu Zhiming's tone was a little unpleasant, Gu Heyan hesitated more and more: "Just... just... forget it, it's nothing, just go to sleep."

This made Mu Zhiming sleep.

Mu Zhiming was silent for a moment, then suddenly said: "He Yan, you have memories of your previous life, right?"