In the capital city in winter, the weather is gloomy and the clouds are drooping. The cold wind blows straight into the cracks of people's necks all morning. It makes people's backs feel chilly and makes them want to crawl into the house.

, in such weather, it is best to stay at home and sleep...

Some people thought so, so they slept until noon last night. The wind outside was stirring the fallen leaves on the ground and turning them over and over, but the people in the house were snoring and did not wake up at all.

Unable to stand any longer, 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 after a long while he uttered two words:

"you go……"

Mou Hu immediately looked dissatisfied when he heard this.

"Every time it's me who goes there...Every time it's me who gets beaten...You can't just bully me just because you're the elder brother!"

When Brother heard this, he glanced at him again,

"The young master left in anger, Mr. Peng, and I was the one who got whipped..."

When the master hits the young master, he lifts his head high and lowers it gently to hit me, the little guy who is close to me, but there is no ambiguity at all. If I hadn't practiced hard and had some internal strength to protect myself, those few blows would have been enough to make me fall on the bed.

I've been lying there for ten days and a half!

When he said this, Mou Hu remembered the time when the eighth young master was beaten and he hid with his head in his arms. He immediately lost his resentment and looked up at the sky. He felt that it was getting late, so he bowed his head and accepted his fate.

After walking through the door, he entered the inner room and opened the curtains. A comfortable warmth hit his face. Mou Hu raised his hands and rubbed his face. When he got closer to Babu's bed, the snoring inside became louder. He stretched out his hand.

The curtains were opened, and the person on the bed turned over and slept soundly.

"Master...Master..."

He called out twice in a low voice, and when he saw that the person on the bed still didn't move, he moved his face to take a look, tilted his head and thought for a while, then unleashed a powerful move.

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

As soon as he said this, the snoring on the bed stopped for a while. Mou Hu counted,

"one two three……"

After three counts, the person on the bed suddenly opened his eyes, shouted and sat up,

"What...my dad is here...why did he come to Saibei?"

His good Jin Yiwei commander is not stationed in the capital, so why is he coming to Saibei?

When Mou Hu heard this, he was confused.

"What Saibei..."

After thinking about it for a while, he came to his senses and said with a smile,

"Master, have you dreamed about being a general and going into battle to kill the enemy again? Which part of the dream did you dream about this time... Did you kill seven in and seven out... and took the enemy general's head from the crowd of thousands of troops?"

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. Your Majesty has decreed that you will be the General of Conquest, commanding 200,000 soldiers and horses to sweep across Mobei and avenge the Tumu Fort..."

At this point, he suddenly froze. He looked Mou Hu up and down, then turned his head and looked around. His expression became even weirder. After a while, he waved to his personal servant,

"You...come..."

Mou Hu did not doubt that he was there and moved his head towards him, but unexpectedly his master grabbed his face and pulled hard.

"Why have you become younger? Why did you shave the beard on your face? It's hard to do things with a hairless mouth. Who asked you to shave?"

His hands are very strong, even if Mouhu's skin is thick enough, he will scream in pain like a slaughtered pig.

"Master, please forgive me, Master, please let go!"

The sound was heard outside, and Mou Long, who was guarding the door, twitched his eyes, but instead of advancing, he took two steps aside and allowed his own brother to scream inside without any intention of rescuing him.

The man pulled both sides of Mou Hu's cheeks until they turned red. Seeing that his screams were really painful, as if he was really not dreaming, he let go and looked around strangely.

"Where is this? Isn't this the general's camp?"

He looked at the Babu bed where he was, the Arhat couch by the window, the brocade quilt with magpies on the branches covering him, the Persian scimitar hanging on the wall, 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. Unexpectedly, his head moved around and his body shifted. As soon as he fell down, he hit the bedrail hard.

"Boom..."

a sound,

"oops……"

He yelled, stroking the back of his head and sitting up straight.

"Hiss..."

"Master, are you okay?"

Mou Hu wanted to reach out and touch the back of his head, but he raised his hand to knock it away and said angrily,

"Don't touch it, it hurts so much!"

This time I carefully touched the slightly raised swelling on the back of my head.

"Hiss..."

A hot pain spread throughout the body from the injury on the back of his head. Now the last trace of sleepiness was completely gone. He covered the back of his head and bared his teeth as he asked his personal servant,

"This...where is this?"

Mou Hu was also confused by him.

"Master...this...isn't this at home? Are you confused?"

"Home...which home?"

"Mou Mansion!"

"Then...who are you?"

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

"Then...who am I?"

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

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

"Brother...brother...come here quickly! What's wrong, young master?"

Mou Long, who was standing outside, was listening to what was going on inside. Hearing the words, he hurriedly ran in. When the person on the bed saw him, he waved and said,

"Moulong, come here, tell me where you are, what year it is, and who am I?"

I have two personal servants. The eldest is calm and taciturn, while the second is impatient and impetuous. When I have fun, I take Mou Hu with me, but when I want to do things, Mou Long is the safest!

Sure enough, Mou Long glanced at his panicked brother and said calmly,

"Young Master, this is Mou Mansion in Lu'er Lane, Beijing. You are Mou Biao, the eighth young master of the family. This year is October 19th in the 15th year of Hongzhi..."

"October 19, the fifteenth year of Hongzhi... Lu'er Lane... the eighth young master..."

Mou Biao murmured, looking at the two young boys in front of him who were still looking childish, and then looking down at his much smaller hands. He suddenly lifted the quilt and jumped out of bed, barefoot and went to the table in the corner.

When he took a look in front of the mirror, he saw a stocky boy with a round and fat face and a small belly. He had bright black eyes. He gestured his height and compared it with the strong boy in the mirror.

They stared at each other and murmured,

"October 19, the fifteenth year of Hongzhi..."

How could I...how could I go back to when I was ten years old just after sleeping?

October 19th…

He remembered that on the 15th, because he was angry and left Mr. Peng who was teaching, he was beaten by his own father and the commander of the Jinyi Guards Mou Bin. He was recovering from his injuries in the yard these days. Thinking of this, he

He reached out and touched his buttocks. Sure enough, there was still a dull pain. Then he pulled off his pants and turned around to look down. There were still a few light red marks on his two dark buttocks.

The whip struck!

Mou Biao turned around with a look of disbelief on his face, looked at his two servants, twitched the corner of his mouth and showed an expression that seemed to be crying and smiling at the same time.

"Is my expedition to the north to recruit the general just gone?"

Mou Long and Mou Hu looked at each other in shock after hearing this. Mou Hu came over and asked softly,

"Master, are you still dreaming?"

Mou Biao glared at him, raised his leg and kicked him, but he covered his head and got back into bed, covering his head with the quilt.

"You... all get out of here, young master, and no one will bother me!"

The two of them are used to fighting with him on weekdays. They know his temper and know that he is really troublesome when he looks like this. It's better not to offend him. If he really offends the young master, it won't be a matter of getting kicked!

The two of them hurriedly and quietly exited. When Mou Biao heard the sound of the door closing, he lifted the quilt and exposed his head. He jumped out of bed and ran to the mirror. He looked at the strong boy who was several sizes younger inside and said something to himself.
To be continued...