Reborn Queen

"Go to Yunzhou?" Song Zhiqian was a little surprised when he heard Yan Ziyu's proposal.Song Zhiqian originally didn't plan to stay here for a long time. In the eyes of the people in this city, he was Yunrong, Lange's top card, and this identity could not be washed away, so Song Zhiqian planned to leave after the incident.

But because of Yan Ziyu's relationship, Song Zhiqian didn't leave for a long time. Now that half a year has passed, Song Zhiqian couldn't bear it anymore. Just when he could not help but speak, Yan Ziyu opened his mouth first.

However, why Yunzhou?

"Just two months later, Huishan Academy's annual poetry meeting will be held. Zhiqian doesn't want to see it?" Yan Ziyu knew that Song Zhiqian was thirsty for knowledge, so he would definitely be interested in Yunzhou Poetry Meeting.

"Yunzhou Poetry Club?" After Song Zhiqian heard Yan Ziyu's words, something flashed in his eyes. He had heard of Yunzhou Poetry Club before, but he heard it from previous guests. When we talked about the grand occasion of the Yunzhou Poetry Association, Song Zhiqian was a little yearning, and now he is naturally a little bit excited.

"How is it?" Yan Ziyu looked at Song Zhiqian's eyes and knew that Song Zhiqian was interested.

Yan Ziyu participated in the Yunzhou Poetry Fair every time in the past, but never left so early like now, but Yan Ziyu couldn't wait any longer.

After talking with Yan Xingchen last time, Yan Xingchen did not bother about Yan Ziyu and Song Zhiqian anymore, because of what Yan Ziyu said, Yan Xingchen was willing to believe that Yan Ziyu was indeed just playing for fun, but as time passed, Day by day, Yan Ziyu's close attitude towards Song Zhiqian increased instead of decreasing, and Yan Xingchen couldn't bear it anymore.

Yan Ziyu didn't intend to hide Yan Xingchen's words last time. Now that her grandfather is ready to move, Yan Ziyu can naturally feel it, but Yan Ziyu can't think of any better way. For the present plan, she can only go first. , it just so happens that the annual poetry meeting of Huishan Academy will be held soon, so Yan Ziyu can't care about the question of leaving sooner or later.

"Two months later... isn't it too early to leave now?" Song Zhiqian also discovered this problem. Yunzhou is next door, and the journey from here to Yunzhou is at most a few days. It is not only a little early to start now?

"It's getting late," Yan Ziyu pinched Song Zhiqian's face, "Every year, the supply of inns in Yunzhou exceeds the demand for the poetry fair, and the inn is almost full a month before the poetry fair. If we go now, we can delay for a while on the way."

Song Zhiqian intuitively felt that Yan Ziyu was not telling the truth, but Song Zhiqian was also yearning for Yunzhou. It is said that there are outstanding people, and even merchants and pawns can recite a few lines of poems.

"Then follow your arrangement." Song Zhiqian nodded, it was better to leave early than late.

Yan Ziyu breathed a sigh of relief. He was afraid that if he didn't leave now, his grandfather would come to visit him in a few days, and his grandfather would definitely embarrass Zhiqian.

Song Zhiqian didn't figure out why Yan Ziyu was in a hurry to leave now, but in the next few days, he knew the reason.

Although Yunzhou is adjacent to the city where Yan Ziyu is located, there is still a distance between them. Yan Ziyu and Song Zhiqian walked early and stopped and stopped along the way, but they also met many people.

Song Zhiqian could tell that these people had a good relationship with Yan Ziyu in the past, and they even have a good relationship now. When they saw Yan Ziyu, they were all a little happy, and some people even proposed to go together, but after watching After arriving at him, everyone's expressions became a little strange.

Half a year later, the reason for Song Zhiqian's departure from Lange was faintly rumored. Now that Lange has a son who has become famous again, the old bustard is no longer secretive about the reason for Song Zhiqian's departure, but it is half-hidden The rhetoric made many people think about it.

Ever since Song Zhiqian left Lange, Yan Ziyu has returned to her previous self-cleaning style, and no longer goes to the men's hall of the brothel. Naturally, Yan Ziyu doesn't know about those remarks. Song Zhiqian also lived reclusively during this period. He told Yan Ziyu something, so he knew about it.

His reputation was already bad, and Song Zhiqian was indeed from Lange. No matter how Yan Ziyu explained, others were not willing to accept Song Zhiqian.

"It's clear that I used to go often..." Yan Ziyu was a little annoyed, halfway through speaking, he seemed to think of something, glanced at Song Zhiqian, and couldn't continue.

He used to go to Lange Brothel quite often, and seeing them smiling with their arms around those boys and girls, he didn't see that they didn't like the people there, and turned their faces and refused to recognize them when they came out.

"Don't be angry, it's human nature." Song Zhiqian is much more open-minded than Yan Ziyu on this point, and he is also much more open-minded than Yan Ziyu.

Song Zhiqian can also understand the feelings of those young masters, but he just feels that his status is not on the stage and cannot be on an equal footing with them. Although he understands in his heart, Song Zhiqian is still a little sad.

Because in the past few days, Song Zhiqian was clearly aware of the gap between himself and Yan Ziyu, and also clearly felt that as long as he was there, Yan Ziyu would not be in trouble as usual.

Song Zhiqian realized for the first time that he didn't know when he had gradually become the kind of person he didn't like. In the past, what Song Zhiqian despised the most was the dodder flower that could only be attached to men, but now... …

Song Zhiqian's eyes darkened, and he looked up at Yan Ziyu: "You are in such a hurry to come out because of Mr. Yan?"

Yan Ziyu didn't expect Song Zhiqian to say this, and his arms around Song Zhiqian stiffened: "Look, if I don't pay attention, my little Zhiqian will start thinking wildly."

Although Yan Ziyu said so, the expression on his face did not show anything, but the moment of stiffness did not hide it from Song Zhiqian. After feeling this, Song Zhiqian understood something in his heart, but did not show it:

"I just heard others say it and asked casually."

"You don't believe what I said, you just think wildly every day." Yan Ziyu shook his head and laughed, pinching Song Zhiqian's nose, his tone a little doting.

Song Zhiqian looked at Yan Ziyu, but didn't speak.

Song Zhiqian asked Yan Ziyu the reason for his early departure, but Yan Ziyu didn't take it to heart, denied it casually and then forgot about it, but it didn't take long for Yan Ziyu to discover Song Zhiqian's change.

Compared with before, Song Zhiqian became more and more silent. Although Song Zhiqian didn't talk much before, and after leaving Lange, he was much quieter, but Yan Ziyu could tell that Song Zhiqian's silence now is different from the previous silence. , there is a difference.

In the past, Song Zhiqian didn't speak, mostly because he didn't want to speak, or because he didn't have anything to say, but now Song Zhiqian didn't want to speak, more like...he didn't want to speak because he didn't dare to speak.

Yan Ziyu didn't know why he felt this way, but he felt it clearly, but every time he asked Song Zhiqian, Song Zhiqian was unwilling to say anything.

Regarding Song Zhiqian's changes, Yan Ziyu noticed and was anxious, but there was nothing he could do.

Song Zhiqian also noticed Yan Ziyu's emotions, but Song Zhiqian didn't know how to speak. He wanted to leave Yan Ziyu, because during this time he clearly felt that he was by Yan Ziyu's side, like a stain on Yan Ziyu's side, He was supposed to be the handsome young master Yan, but because of himself, he became a layman.

But Song Zhiqian couldn't open his mouth, not only because Yan Ziyu got a lot of backlash from his previous temptation, but also because he was reluctant.

Song Zhiqian had only one purpose before, and that was to leave Lange and support Song Zhiqian to survive, even if he died, he couldn't die in a place like Lange.

Yan Ziyu is like Song Zhiqian's light. After leaving Lange, Song Zhiqian's life has become Yan Ziyu. If he leaves Yan Ziyu, Song Zhiqian doesn't know if he can still be as chic as before, but stay with Yan Ziyu, Song Zhiqian But he clearly felt that he was Yan Ziyu's burden.

"Doctor?" Looking at Song Zhiqian who was lying weak on the bed, Yan Ziyu's whole heart ached. He thought it was just a cold, but who knew that the doctor he invited could only shake his head and sigh?

Thinking of this, Yan Ziyu's fists clenched.

"Ah..." The doctor shook his head, glanced at Yan Ziyu, saw that his anxious expression did not seem to be fake, and then slowly said, "This young man is weaker than ordinary people, and now he is depressed. The current situation, It's normal."

"Stuck in your heart?" Song Zhiqian's body, Yan Ziyu understood that Lange had given Song Zhiqian drugs when he was young. This drug not only made Song Zhiqian's body smaller than ordinary people, but also made Song Zhiqian's body much weaker than ordinary people, but ...Stuck in your heart?

"Heart disease needs heart medicine. This young master is sick, and I really can't do anything about it." The doctor glanced at Yan Ziyu, whether Song Zhiqian's illness was serious or not, it all depends on whether he can relieve the knot in his heart.

Yan Ziyu pursed her lips and handed out the money in her hand: "Thank you doctor."

"No thanks, you take this prescription, it's better than nothing." The doctor waved his hand and left the room.

"Zhiqian." Yan Ziyu looked at Song Zhiqian with his eyes closed, and touched Song Zhiqian's eyebrows. Song Zhiqian was very good-looking, and Yan Ziyu knew it, but it was the first time he observed Song Zhiqian's face so seriously. It doesn't matter to Yan Ziyu whether she likes Song Zhiqian's personality, whether she is beautiful or not.

"Ziyu." Not sure if it was because of Yan Ziyu's movements, Song Zhiqian opened his eyes, looked at Yan Ziyu who was sitting in front of his bed, and slightly curled the corners of his lips. It took some effort, but he still looked good.

"It's me." Yan Ziyu squeezed Song Zhiqian's hand.

Song Zhiqian looked at Yan Ziyu's appearance, and something seemed to loosen in his heart: If this is the case, it seems a good destination to die in Yan Ziyu's arms.