This script is going to be cool [Rebirth]

Zhong Bochen was stunned by my sudden voice, and he stood there dumbfounded, not knowing what to say.Fortunately, I could bear it, and stopped after crying a few times, sucking my nose and asking Zhong Bochen to take something for me to blow.

So Zhong Bochen took out a handkerchief, held my head and wiped my snot with his own hands.I have never enjoyed such high-level treatment before, so I took a deep breath and got up.Looking at his helpless and distressed eyes, I suddenly felt that I was really ashamed, the majestic regent, he crippled himself before doing anything, and then cried like a pig in front of his prime minister .

So how on earth did you fall in love with me?

Zhong Bochen didn't know what was going on in my heart, sighed, and said a little tiredly: "Your Highness, it's my fault. After I return to the palace, I will apologize..."

"No...not..." I had a sore nose and wanted to cry again.I hastily twisted my thigh with the only movable thumb and index finger of my right hand to stop my tears that were about to slip out: "Listen to me. I don't want to punish you, let alone punish you .I just want to ask you, you...why did you give me this jade pendant?"

Zhong Bochen wiped my nose again: "Your Highness, what would you like me to answer?"

"...Tell the truth. Just take it as my begging, will you do it?" I really hope that Zhong Bochen just thinks this poem is nice, or he is trying to persuade me that the future is long and there will be no lack of beauty.But the possibility of this is somewhat slim.

Zhong Bochen looked at me silently for a while, then suddenly raised his finger and brushed my eyelashes: "Your Highness, you understand, why bother to ask? If I have said it, what should you do? Rather than let His Highness break It's better to let the minister just deceive himself and others like this. At least...the minister is pretty good...and I have some fun."

His answer without answering is equivalent to saying everything without saying anything.I was finally convinced of his true thoughts.Ashamed to say, I am in the same mood as riding a roller coaster.Stimulation, excitement, fear, mixed with a strong sense of weightlessness.

I breathed hard for a long time, and my thousands of thoughts formed a mess.I admit that I am very happy, but my reason tells me that this is not right, and I can't make the same mistake again and again.So I asked again: "Bo Chen. Why? Between you and me, where does the love come from so deep and righteous? What makes you so persistent?"

Zhong Bochen's eyes were slightly closed, and it happened that a ray of sunlight shone on his side face, which gave me the illusion of being in another world.

"Your Highness. Back then in the Guyan Tower, you were the one to...forget it. I will call the Shangguan imperial physician to give you a pulse..."

Zhong Bochen tidied up his clothes and was about to leave.I secretly cursed that this was exactly the same as in the movie, and important information related to the direction of the whole drama would never be broadcast easily.So just after Zhong Bochen took a few steps, I kicked my legs and closed my eyes and shouted: "Get out of here! If you don't understand what you said, where are you going!"

But he became stubborn, turned his back to me, and said without turning his head: "Your Highness, it's just the past, if you forget it, forget it."

I broke out in a cold sweat.Could it be that Zhong Bochen is really a half-immortal!He found that I had actually gone around in that samsara?

Zhong Bochen was about to leave again, I threw off the quilt, jumped up, and hugged his calf on the ground in the posture of a wild goose falling on the sand.

Zhong Bochen looked down at me, and after half a minute of silence, Gudong knelt down.

"Your Highness! What are you doing!" Zhong Bochen turned pale with shock, and as soon as he hugged my shoulder with some strength, I hummed in pain.Only then did I realize that I was naked, with bandages all over my upper body and a pair of underpants underneath, and I was naked in front of Prime Minister Zhong again.It was an emergency, so I put my face aside, and rubbed my nose on his trouser leg regardless: "What Guyan Tower, please explain it clearly to me! If you don't explain it clearly...I won't get up!"

Seeing the injuries all over my body, Zhong Bochen didn't dare to give me his arm.And my face is still playing a rascal, which is really quite dumbfounding.Zhong Bochen seemed to have lost his temper, so he could only beg me to get up quickly.However, I, who is well versed in TV drama routines, don't want to procrastinate any more, so I risked my life to squeeze him: "Hurry up and tell me what's going on in Guyan Tower!"

Zhong Bochen's expression instantly became very complicated, and I was horrified to find that there seemed to be a trace of shyness in his eyes: "Six years ago..."

I'll go, it's a bit far back in time!I was only fourteen then!I was dripping with cold sweat on my forehead, and I heard Zhong Bochen continue to say in his warm and jade-like voice: "Back then, my humble minister was pushed aside by his colleagues... One day I got drunk in the Guyan Tower, and I ran into Your Highness by chance..."

I was dumbfounded and felt a chill run down my spine.The cold wind blew up my buttocks along the waistband of my trousers, making me get goose bumps all over my body.

Zhong Bochen paused, his eyes shone with a strange gleam, and the squeaks shocked me all over.I moved up a little bit, and unceremoniously pinched my paw on his cheek: "Don't be a fool! Then!"

"...Your Highness has no impression?" Zhong Bochen's half-smile that had just burst out suddenly retracted, turning into a big question mark face.

I laughed uglier than crying: "I'll tell you the truth... Ever since I was stabbed by that unlucky Li Qing, I lost my memory..."

In fact, the past life is too vague.There is Wangchuan in the middle, no one can remember clearly.

The corners of Zhong Bochen's mouth twitched, and his eyes widened: "Your Highness has forgotten all?!"

"I just remember your name, mine, and Xu Changzhi's name. The rest, if you don't remind me, I won't remember at all." I was also very upset.According to what Zhong Bochen said, the two of us had crossed paths when we were teenagers.However, I only have a little bit of memory left in my teenage years, so intermittent that I can't even spell out an episode of TV series.

Zhong Bochen's expression at this moment was wonderful.I never thought that he, who is stable and calm, could be entangled in this appearance.As time passed, Comrade Zhong Bochen stood up silently, picked me up, and put me back on the bed with ease, then covered me with a quilt, and knelt beside me without saying a word.It seemed that the scene where we were crying, making noise, and jumping up and down was cut out.

It wasn't until I sneezed that the peace ended first, and Zhong Bochen finally said, "Your Highness...do you remember what you kept calling me before you left the country?"

I was puzzled: "Prime Minister?"

"No." Zhong Bochen shook his head repeatedly.

"Yes, you were not the prime minister at that time..." I pondered cleverly for a while: "Lord Zhong!"

"No... we want to get closer..." Zhong Bochen's eyes flickered, as if looking forward to it: "What is Weichen's character...?"

I scratched my head with my steamed bun anxiously: "Words? Lishu, cursive script, Xiaokai?!"

"It's a word. It's not a word...Eh..." Zhong Bochen's full of knowledge finally ran out of scope, and he simply began to explain in simple and easy-to-understand words: "His Royal Highness's name is Cen Yue, and his name is Ziqian; this minister's name is Zhong Bochen, whose name is . ..What?"

"I don't know..." I clenched my nose and thought for a long time, but I found no such person.

"Jing Yuan!" Zhong Bochen's irritable expression seemed to be about to slap me across the face: "Your Highness bestowed the word 'Jing Yuan' on this minister. This minister regards it as a treasure, and it is still in use today. Your Highness, do you remember it?"

I was dumbfounded.I still have this ability? !Can you actually get a name for Prime Minister Zhong Da?

"Are you sure you didn't recognize the wrong person?" I stammered and asked, "I have this literary skills. Can I still give you a name? If it is now, I will definitely not be able to think of these two characters, so I might as well call you Where is the big baby..."

Bo means the eldest son; Chen means treasure.Together... isn't it a big baby...

Zhong Bochen's complexion was pale and purple, as if he was about to faint and pat me on the next second.I saw that he was lucky in his dantian, and suddenly he jumped up and ran with his head up. The speed of his feet created a whirlwind, which made me sneeze for a while.Immediately afterwards, he came back again, carrying Shangguan Xia in his hand.

"Your Highness lost his memory, did you know?" Zhong Bochen panted heavily, and threw Shangguan Xia on the ground.

Shangguan Xia still had steamed buns in his mouth, looked at me in a bewildered face, then at him again, and then burst out laughing: "Your Highness, Lord Prime Minister, what are you two playing? Don't make fun of mediocrity." It's..."

"Really!" Zhong Bochen pressed Shangguan Xia next to my head anxiously: "If you don't believe me, just ask!"

Shangguan Xia said "It's good that you are happy", and then slowly asked: "Your Highness, who am I?"

"I forgot what happened before I left the country...I still know who you are." I smiled wryly, watching Zhong Bochen's face grow longer and longer helplessly.

"Before His Highness left the country, I didn't see His Highness..." Shangguan Xia still didn't believe it, and calmly took another mouthful of steamed buns: "However, His Highness was bitten by a dog once, and it was the scar removal prescription prescribed by Wei Chen." .do you remember?"

My life before I left the country was really rich and colorful!

"I don't remember..." Compared to my prescription for scar removal, I care more about which dog bites me, so I can avoid it when I return to the palace.

Shangguan Xia slowly took down the steamed bun, held it in his hand and asked: "The dog is raised by the empress dowager. Xu Changzhi beat the dog to death in order to protect you. In the end, the empress dowager gave him thirty lashes. You refused, and bit the palace man who was holding the whip. It was rumored in the palace that you were possessed by the ghost of the vicious dog...and a Taoist priest was invited to exorcise the ghost. Do you remember this?"

...My life before I left the country was too rich!What a mess!

I shook my head blankly.Shangguan Xia's indifferent expression finally cracked, he stretched out his hand to try my forehead, then looked at the back of my head, and finally picked my eyelids.After a series of operations, the three of us fell silent in the tent.Until the sixth brother's drunken voice came from outside: "Brother! Where are you!"

Shangguan Xia jumped up immediately, flung his sleeves and ran away, not even picking up the steamed buns when they fell on the ground: "Weichen, go and bring His Royal Highness King Jin in!"

Zhong Bochen's hands were sharp, and an eagle grabbed the chick and pulled Shangguan Xia back, and pressed him to the ground with a grim expression: "Guilty? Did you prescribe some wrong medicine?!"

So when the sixth brother finally came into my camp after asking and groping, the first thing he did was to give himself a big mouth sober.Because the scene in front of me was too weird.Prime Minister Zhong Da, who was always gentle and refined, was pinching Shangguan Xia's neck and rubbing it on the ground.And the face value of our Taiyuan Hospital——Comrade Shangguan kicked his legs desperately, throwing ashes all over his face, and yelled: "Prime Minister, please calm down! It's none of the business of the lower officials! Didn't your Highness just go back to China the day he returned to China?" Are you a little delirious?"

I raised my hand as I was dying, and waved at Mao's sixth brother: "Brother... brother is here..."

My sixth brother walked over with fluttering feet, kicked off his boots and squeezed into my bed.He even fished my arm with his hand, and muttered in a daze: "Brother, you seem to be injured again?"

"Yeah. My arm was broken..." I smelled the smell of alcohol on my sixth brother's body, and I felt better.Seeing that the sixth brother was drowsy, I reluctantly raised my hand and covered him with the quilt.He is a strange person, he just walked through the gate of hell, but now he can sleep and snore.After he fell asleep again, Zhong Bochen and Shangguan Xia also returned to normal.Zhong Bochen straightened his outer robe, and belatedly blushed in embarrassment.Shangguan Xia still knelt on the ground and begged for mercy: "Perhaps it is because His Highness temporarily lost his memory after being frightened. He will still remember..."

Zhong Bochen looked at me hesitantly, then at the sixth younger brother who was drooling, and in the end he could only hastily bow his hands as an apology for his inappropriate behavior just now, and then walked out of the tent.

I thought Brother Zhong might need to calm down, so I didn't stop him.Shangguan Xia knelt on the ground and moved out with his head down.I looked at Shangguan Xia's ashesed face, as if he was facing an enemy, so I could only comfort him in a low voice: "I don't blame you...I don't care."

After they both retreated, the surroundings fell silent for an instant.In the end, the sixth brother rolled over and pinned my arm.I was in terrible pain, and I didn't want to wake him up, so I could only gently pull my arm out, then got up and put on my outer robe, and sat on the side of the table looking at Sixth Brother.He still doesn't seem to have grown up, his eyebrows and eyes are full of childishness.My chin is scratched a bit, but it's scabbed over, boy, it doesn't matter.

I have some conflicts, it seems that I shouldn't bring him here.At the age of sixteen or seventeen, in modern society, he is still a child in high school.However, I also feel that since he is the prince, other children can be absurd and playful, but he cannot.He is absurd, ruining the entire royal family; he is playful, ruining half of the imperial court.The queen mother has high hopes for him, so why not me!I am, after all, a man who has died once.My three souls and seven souls have traveled through reincarnation once, and went to the world a thousand years later.Now he got back by luck, but he was already damaged and erratic, and he didn't know when and where he would leave this body again.

Sometimes, I'm scared.I was afraid that when I opened my eyes, I would turn back into that useless screenwriter and leave this ignorant sixth brother in the troubled times.The sixth younger brother is so doted on by his mother, even if he had ambitions, he was wasted.I must let him mature quickly, even if it is to spoil the growth.It's better to have more bumps than to waste a lifetime.

After thinking about it, the light in the tent gradually dimmed.I asked someone to light an oil lamp for me, and a man in silver armor walked in slowly.Without further ado, he kowtowed on the spot.I rubbed my eyes, looked at the familiar face under the helmet, and asked uneasily, "Wei Yunlang, what's wrong?"

Wei Yunlang took off his helmet, and bent down deeply: "Your Highness, King Shun's army was in civil turmoil, and his subordinate General Zheng'an beheaded King Shun, and offered his head to you as a token of his willingness to return to the court."

There was a bang, and there was a gust of wind and rain in my heart.The second brother finally killed himself.No, I finally killed him.Of course, there is Zhong Bochen's eight-point "effort" here.Ever since the second brother was labeled as collaborating with the enemy and treason, his life has been put on the tip of the knife.

What should I say?Call Zhong Bochen in and scold him?Close your eyes and pray to apologize to the emperor?Or kill the general who killed my second brother?both are not.No matter how dirty Zhong Bochen's methods were, it was also because he was loyal to me; General Zheng'an was so ignorant, he turned his back on the front line, and his surrender was tantamount to bringing the battle to an end in advance.Not only can I not punish him, but I also want to praise him for his ability to kill.

Everyone can't help themselves, one step is wrong, one step is wrong; the writer of my script can only go with the flow, wait in the dead of night, and shed two tears for the second brother, which is regarded as giving him a ride.