The Rebirth Of The General Who Always Sees Himself As A Replacement - Chapter 93
- The Rebirth Of The General Who Always Sees Himself As A Replacement
- Chapter 93 - The Resemblance With Past Events Is Astonishing.
Chapter 93: The Resemblance With Past Events Is Astonishing.
Inside the Envoy’s tent, Gu Heyan paced back and forth, his anxiety manifesting itself in restless strides.
Although Mu Zhiming’s absence was brief, the weight of their presence in a foreign land, where potential dangers lurked unseen, gnawed at Gu Heyan’s composure. Each passing minute without Mu Zhiming’s presence filled him with unease.
After what felt like an eternity, Gu Heyan’s ears twitched, alerted by the sound of approaching footsteps. Spinning around, Gu Heyan’s eyes met the sight of parted tent curtains, framing the figure of the Gouji Soldier, who supported a wavering Mu Zhiming as he assisted him into the tent.
Gu Heyan’s heart pounded in his chest, urgency propelling him forward as he brought Mu Zhiming into his embrace. Gu Heyan’s eyes, which were usually calm and serene, now blazed with a crimson glow, appearing as sharp and unforgiving as a drawn sword, were fixed upon the Gouji Soldier.
The frightened Gouji Soldier stammered: “Lord Envoy, please get some rest. I shall take my leave.”
Struggling to maintain his sobriety, Mu Zhiming managed to utter: “Yeah, yeah, thank you.”
With that, the Gouji Soldier, overcome with fear, hastily fled the tent.
“What did they do to you?” Gu Heyan anxiously asked, supporting the still unsteady Mu Zhiming.
“Nothing, they did nothing.” Mu Zhiming replied with watery eyes. “I just drank some wine. After drinking, I came back.”
Gu Heyan: “You drank wine?”
“Uh-huh.” Mu Zhiming nodded. “I drank half a jar. What excellent wine did he talk about? It’s not good at all! Hm, I shouldn’t have drunk it, but it was worth it. It was worth it.”
Noticing Mu Zhiming’s incoherent ramblings, Gu Heyan bent down, slipped his arm under Mu Zhiming’s knees, and lifted him into his arms. He carried Mu Zhiming to the bed, adorned with fox fur and crimson silk sheets. As he gently laid Mu Zhiming onto the soft bedding, Gu Heyan spoke softly: “Rest for a while. I will bring you a pot of hot water to drink.”
However, just as Gu Heyan was about to turn and leave, Mu Zhiming unexpectedly grabbed his arm, stopping Gu Heyan in his tracks: “Wait, I think I’m about to faint, and I want to give you this first.”
With trembling hands, Mu Zhiming fumbled in his pocket and retrieved the gold-plated silver waist token. After handing it to Gu Heyan, Mu Zhiming spoke with clouded eyes, the effects of alcohol evident in his voice: “Finally, I’m repaying one of the things I owe you.”
Gu Heyan, taken aback by the gesture, accepted the waist token and nodded: “Thank you.”
“Don’t thank me. It was me who lost it.” Mu Zhiming, still tugging on Gu Heyan’s arm, muttered: “I should be the one to apologize. Ugh…. My head hurts.” Reaching out, Mu Zhiming smacked his temple.
Concerned, Gu Heyan gently grasped Mu Zhiming’s wrist to stop him from further hurting himself: “Lie down and get some rest.”
“Alright.” Mu Zhiming mumbled, obediently lying down on his side. Clutching the bedclothes, Mu Zhiming continued to ramble incoherently, his voice slurred and barely intelligible: “Mm, I’m falling into drunkenness. I have a low tolerance for alcohol and I never remember what I do when drunk once I wake up. If I do something that bothers you, just knock me out. You must knock me out, knock me out…..”
As he repeated the phrase ‘knock me out’ over and over again, Mu Zhiming’s voice gradually faded as his eyelids fluttered shut, revealing a somewhat drowsy look.
Gu Heyan reached out to gently stroke Mu Zhiming’s temples and arrange the unruly locks of his long black hair. Then, Gu Heyan stood up and exited the tent to fetch a basin of hot water. Upon his return, Gu Heyan sat on the side of the bed, taking Mu Zhiming by the shoulders, lightly lifting him up and supporting him against his own chest: “Drink some hot water, it will make you feel better. After drinking, go to sleep.”
Mu Zhiming rubbed his eyes with the back of his hand, looked at Gu Heyan, and, as if in a fit of madness, suddenly waved his hand, knocking the bowl out of Gu Heyan’s grasp.
The wooden bowl thudded against the vermilion carpet with a muffled sound, spilling the water and turning the carpet a deep shade of red. Gu Heyan stood there feeling speechless, momentarily stunned by the unexpected action. Meanwhile, Mu Zhiming abruptly stood up, and spreading his legs apart, plopped down onto Gu Heyan’s lap, resting his hands on Gu Heyan’s shoulders, intently staring into his eyes.
Young General Gu became so startled that he felt his body stiffened, his hands rigidly hanging mid-air.
Mu Zhiming pleaded in a hushed tone, his brow furrowed in concern: “Can you smile for me? I want to see you smile.”
Gu Heyan: “….”
With a strained amount of effort, Gu Heyan forced a slight curve at the corners of his lips, resulting in a somewhat eerie smile.
Mu Zhiming reached out and rubbed the corners of Gu Heyan’s mouth: “Forget it. If you can’t smile, then don’t. I just don’t understand why your gaze is always tinged with sadness and heartbreak when you look at me. Did I do something wrong?”
Gu Heyan averted his gaze, his voice barely audible: “….You didn’t do anything wrong. It’s me….”
Mu Zhiming’s confusion deepened: “You? What’s wrong with you?”
Gu Heyan’s voice was barely audible: “It is I, who is greedy and never satisfied.”
Hearing this, Mu Zhiming’s composure returned, and he fixed his gaze on the man before him. Gu Heyan’s words had indeed left Mu Zhiming feeling perplexed. Looking into that pair of familiar eyes that made his heart feel at ease, Mu Zhiming pondered for a moment and then raised his hand to caress Gu Heyan’s cheeks.
Under the silver moonlight and the warm flickering light of the candles, Mu Zhiming leaned forward, gently kissing Gu Heyan’s lips.
Aaaaaawwww Mu Zhiming drank the wine to get Gu Heyan’s waist token in the end! Enven tho the wine wasn’t as tasty as the Great Khan said it was lmaooo 🤣🤣🤣
Asdfghjkjkl drunk Mu Zhiming is so cuteeee (*≧▽≦) and bold! Hahaha Gu Heyan just let your (future) husband do as he pleases with you! Go on! Kiss kiss kiss moreeee
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