Jinyi Music

Chapter 1 Wake Up
In the winter in the capital, the weather is gloomy, the clouds are low, and the cold wind blows straight into the neck of the person in the morning, and the back of the person is chilled, and the bottom of the heart wants to go into the house , it is best to stay at home and sleep in this weather...

Some people thought so, so they slept from last night until noon, the wind outside was stirring the fallen leaves on the ground and turning over and over again, but the people in the house were snoring and didn't wake up at all. Unable to stand still, he glanced at the people around him and whispered,

"Brother, are you going or should I go?"

Mou Long, who was asked, glanced sideways at his brother, and it took him a long time to utter two words,
"You go……"

When Mou Hu heard the words, he immediately showed dissatisfaction.

"I'm the one every time... I'm the one who gets beaten every time... You can't just point at me as a bully just because you're the brother!"

When Brother Dang heard the words, he squinted at him again,
"The former young master left Mr. Peng in anger, and I was the one who was whipped after him..."

When the master hits the young master, he lifted it up high, put it down gently, and hit my close servant, but it was not ambiguous at all. If I hadn't practiced hard and had some internal strength to protect my body, I would have been able to fall on the bed after a few blows. I've been lying down for ten days and a half!

When he said this, Mou Hu remembered the incident where the eighth young master was beaten and hid himself with his head in his arms. He immediately lost his grievances, looked up at the sky, and felt that it was getting late, so he bowed his head and pushed away resignedly. He walked in the door, entered the inner room and opened the curtain, a burst of comforting warmth rushed over his face. Mou Hu raised his hand and rubbed his face. When he got closer to Ba Bu's bed, the snoring inside became louder. He stretched out his hand Pulling back the curtain, the person on the bed turned over and fell asleep soundly.
"Master...Master..."

He yelled twice, and seeing that the person on the bed was still not moving, he leaned his face over to have a look, tilted his head after thinking for a while, and then made a powerful move,

"Master...Master...Master is here...Master is here!"

As soon as these words came out, the snoring on the bed stopped, and Mou Hu counted,
"one two Three……"

After counting three times, the person on the bed suddenly opened his eyes wide and sat up with a loud cry.
"What... my father is here... why did he come to Saibei?"

What is his well-behaved Jinyiwei Commander running to Saibei instead of sitting in the capital?
Mou Hu heard that it was a fog of one head,

"What Saibei..."

After thinking about it, I came to my senses and smiled,

"Master, did you dream of being a general to fight against the enemy again? What did you dream about this time... Did you kill seven in and seven out... Did you take the head of the enemy general from the crowd?"

The person on the bed tilted his head and stared at him,
"What are you dreaming about? Young Master, I am the real deal now. His Majesty's imperial decree personally appointed the general who conquered Mobei, commanding [-] soldiers and horses to sweep across Mobei, and avenge that civil castle back then..."

Speaking of this, he suddenly froze, looked Mou Hu up and down, and then turned his head to look around, his expression became more and more strange, and he waved to his personal servant for a while,

"come here……"

Mou Hu didn't suspect him, and moved his head closer, but unexpectedly, his master grabbed his face and pulled it hard,

"How did you become younger? What about the beard on your face? How did you shave it? You can't do things well without hair on your mouth. Who asked you to shave?"

His hand strength is not small, even if Mou Hu's skin is thick enough, it hurts so much that he screamed like a pig,
"Young master, spare your life, young master, please let go!"

The sound spread outside, and Mou Long, who was guarding the door, twitched his eyes, but instead of advancing, he took two steps aside and let his own brother scream inside, with no intention of rescuing him. The man grabbed Mou Hu's cheeks on both sides until it was red, and saw that he was screaming in pain, as if it was not a dream, so he let go of his hand and looked around strangely,

"Where is this, isn't this the general's tent?"

He looked at the Babu bed he was on, the Luohan couch by the window, the embroidered quilt covered with magpies, the Persian scimitar hanging on the wall, and the two small copper hammers...

His expression became dazed, and he murmured after a while,
"I must still be dreaming, I'm still dreaming..."

After saying that, he leaned back and fell down again, but he didn't expect the front to move back and forth, his body shifted, and when he fell like this, he hit the bed rail hard,

"Boom..."

a sound,

"oops……"

He yelled, stroked the back of his head and sat up straight again,
"Sizzle..."

"Master, are you alright?"

Mou Hu wanted to reach out to touch the back of his head, but he raised his hand and knocked it off. He said angrily,

"Don't touch it, it hurts to death!"

I carefully touched the slightly raised swelling on the back of my head,

"His..."

A scorching pain spread from the wound on the back of the head all over the body, and now the last trace of drowsiness was completely gone. While covering the back of his head, he bared his teeth and asked his close servant,
"This... where is this?"

Mou Hu was also confused by him,

"Master... This... Isn't this at home? Are you sleepy?"

"Family... Which family?"

"Mu Mansion!"

"Then... who are you?"

"The little one... the little one is Mou Hu!"

"Then... who am I?"

"Master... what's wrong with you, master?"

Mou Hu was a little frightened, turned his head and shouted towards the door,

"Brother...Brother... Come here quickly! What's the matter, young master?"

Mou Long, who was standing outside, listened to the commotion inside with his ears open. Hearing this, he rushed in. When the person on the bed saw him, he beckoned,

"Come here, Mou Long, tell me, where is this place, what year is this, and who am I?"

Of my two close servants, the eldest is calm and reticent, the second is impatient and acts rashly, and some have fun with Mou Hu, but Mou Long is the safest thing to do!

Sure enough, Mou Long glanced at the panic-stricken brother, and said calmly,

"Master, this is the Mou Mansion in Lu'er Lane, the capital city. You are the eighth young master of your family, Mou Biao. This year is October [-]th, the fifteenth year of Hongzhi..."

"October [-]th, [-]th year of Hongzhi... Luer Lane... Eighth Young Master..."

Mu Biao murmured, looked at the two childish servants in front of him, then looked down at his own hands that were much smaller, suddenly jumped out of the bed, and went to the corner of the wall with his bare feet. Taking a picture in front of the mirror, he saw a tall, solid boy with a round and fat face, and a small belly, but his eyes were black and bright. He made a gesture of height, and compared with the strong boy in the mirror They stared at each other and murmured,
"October [-]th, Hongzhi [-]th year..."

I... How can I go back to the time when I was ten years old after sleeping?

October nineteenth...

He remembered that on the [-]th day, he left Mr. Peng, who was teaching, because he was angry, so he was beaten by his own father, and Mu Bin, the commander of Jinyiwei. He was recuperating in the yard these few days. Thinking of this, he He stretched out his hand to touch his buttocks, and sure enough, it was still aching. He pulled up his pants and turned around to look down. There were still a few light red marks on the two dark buttocks. Whip!
Mou Biao turned around incredulously, looked at his two servants, and twitched the corners of his mouth to show a crying-smiling expression,
"Is this how Lao Tzu's campaign to conquer the North is gone?"

Mou Long and Mou Hu looked at each other when they heard the words, Mou Hu leaned over and asked in a low voice,

"Master, are you still awake from a dream?"

Mou Biao glared at him, raised his leg and gave him a kick, but covered his head and got back on the bed, covered his head with the quilt,
"You... all get out of here, young master, and don't bother me!"

The two of them are used to fighting with him on weekdays, they know his temper and his appearance is really annoying, it's better not to provoke him, if they really annoy the young master, then it's not a matter of getting kicked!
The two of them hurriedly tiptoed back out, and when Mou Biao heard the sound of the door closing, he lifted the quilt to reveal his head, jumped out of bed and ran to the front of the mirror, looking at the strong boy who was several sizes smaller inside, and said to himself said to himself,
"I was not sincere when I was out of Beijing earlier, when I sacrificed three animals to sacrifice to the world. How can I be good before the generals did not work for a few days, and God brought me back?"

He remembered clearly what happened in the fifteenth year of Hongzhi. Mr. Peng was beaten up by his own father because he was angry, and he has been recuperating at home since then, but he was sent to Chengsheng Academy after the New Year, and met Han Sir, under her guidance, he worked hard to study and practice martial arts. At the age of eighteen, he became a martial arts champion. He first held a small position in the Beijing camp. The Shangqi captain took the post of admiral of the Shenji battalion. He was only twenty-six years old at that time. [-] elite soldiers went to the front line of Saibei to avenge Mutubao, swept across the northern grasslands, and drove all the Mongols, Tatars, and Wachas back to their grandmothers!
He is gearing up for this side, smugly vowing to earn a great contribution and come back to shelter future generations. Why did he just sleep in the camp tent? The majestic general is gone, and the two hundred thousand elite soldiers under him are gone. It was time to turn back to ten years old!
"what……"

Mou Biao hit the bronze mirror with his fist, and the half-man tall bronze mirror fell to the ground with a bang. The two young men outside heard it and asked hurriedly,
"Master! Master... what's wrong?"

Mu Biao said angrily,

"You all don't come in!"

The two young men looked at each other outside hearing this, and Mou Hu asked worriedly,
"Brother, what's the matter, young master... But I'm in a panic for a while, why don't you go and report to Fifth Aunt?"

Listening to the sound of ping-pong-pong inside, Mou Long couldn't help but frowned, and after thinking about it, he said to his brother,
"You go……"

Mou Hu was very dissatisfied,

"it's me again?"

Mou Long rolled his eyes and replied,
"Young master is on fire right now, if you smash the contents inside later and run outside to smash them, will you bear it?"

Mou Hu immediately fell silent when he heard the words, they have been practicing boxing and kicking with the young master since childhood, his brother is better than the young master, but he can't even beat the young master, if the young master has nowhere to vent his anger later, come out and beat him up people vent...

After guessing his own abilities, he had no choice but to run out dejectedly.

(End of this chapter)