Vicissitudes know Jinhua

I don't know how long after, Mu Zishi was silent again, probably fell into a coma, Qi Shaochong carefully supported him to lie down, knelt down on the ground with bare feet, and said in a low voice, "Fourth brother, you always loved me and loved me when you were alive. , Even if I die, I will never forget to leave Mu Zishi to take care of me. If this is the case, why don’t you fulfill me? I am willing to give Zishi my life, but please don’t take him away!"

After finishing speaking, he kowtowed three times, and when he raised his face again, his forehead was bruised and purple. Just as he was about to stand up in his clothes, a piece of crumpled paper suddenly fell out of his arms. Zhang's prescription with clear and correct handwriting was suddenly enlightened. This was the prescription given to Mu Zishi by the genius doctor Lu Kuangxi when he just left Chenjing and stayed overnight in the ruined temple. Picking it up quietly and hiding it until today, perhaps this is the ray of light that can bring Muzi Shidu Chonglou Zhuanmingtang back to life.

As soon as I thought of this, I was only trembling with nervousness and excitement, and shouted: "Come on!"

With this shout, the end of the ending was split, making it hoarse and unpleasant, the maid rushed into the room: "What's the second young master's order?"

Qi Shaochong waved the prescription, his eyes were unusually bright: "Grab the medicine! Grab it according to this prescription! Go, go now!"

The servant girl was a little puzzled: "Second young master, where did this prescription come from? Dr. Jiang is the best doctor in a hundred miles..."

Qi Shao was very anxious, and scolded: "This is Lu Kuangxi's prescription!"

Turning around on the spot, I felt that the prescription was worth more than a thousand gold, and I was really worried about handing it over to others, so I bit my lips and said, "I'll go find my uncle, so please take care of my brother!"

After all, a whirlwind seemed to blow out of Mingwa Building, but he even forgot to wear his shoes.

The maid stood in a daze for a moment, turned around to look at Mu Zishi's expression, and sighed to herself, "Eldest young master, you have to fight to survive... Otherwise, I think he will go crazy." .”

After all, Mu Zishi never let down Qi Shaochong's intentions, or Lu Kuangxi is indeed Bian Que reincarnated and started to rejuvenate. He was waiting for death, but after a few days of drinking the medicine he prescribed, he gradually improved. Wake up, the mind is also sober day by day.

After feeding Mu Zishi the medicine that night, he half-opened his eyes and recognized Qi Shaochong for a moment. His eyes gradually turned from ignorant and dazed to clear and bright. When he finally called out Shaochong weakly and clearly, Qi Shaochong was stunned on the spot. A long-hanging heart warmly fell back to its original place, and then couldn't help but burst into tears, as if she wanted to put all the grievances, fears, heartaches and confusions of these days into tears.

It has been several months since Mu Zishi could move freely and live without hindrance. When he first arrived at Yuzhuang, the northern land was in full bloom in late spring and April.

Inside the room was a copper candle holder with nine large candles burning, and the surroundings of the desk were as bright as day. Qi Shaochong was practicing calligraphy with his wrist hanging, copying a book of exhortations and chasing guests.

Seeing that the ink in the inkstone was almost exhausted, Mu Zishi walked over, picked up an ink ingot, poured water into it, and slowly ground it. When he was in the East Palace, he seldom sharpened the ink himself. He only did it occasionally when no one was around the prince's pen. At that time, the sleeves were rolled up, the left hand was pressed against the ink, straightened vertically with force, and slowly circled, his five fingers were like freshly peeled tender bamboo shoots, exuding a faint luster of snow jade, Qi Shaochong stopped writing with the pen in his hand, and just looked at him quietly Grind ink.

Mu Zishi gossiped: "Grinding ink is like a sick man. The most important thing is not to rush, otherwise it will be rough and uneven, and the color will be dull."

Qi Shaochong said: "I'm not in a hurry, my wrist just happens to be sore, it's good to take a rest."

A puddle of ink gradually gathers at the bottom of the inkstone, the thickness is moderate, not floating or foaming, and the elegant ink fragrance lingers on the nose, Qi Shaochong only feels that this moment is the most cherished, such a quiet night, moon, white wind and clear air, every inch of his body, hair and skin All light and clean.

Mu Zishi raised his head and smiled, jokingly said: "Xiaoerlang's eyes are burning like a thief, so he is so frivolous and rude."

Qi Shaochong laughed, but said: "I'm afraid you suddenly disappeared."

Mu Zishi was thoughtful. Although he was unconscious when he was seriously ill, he knew that Qi Shaochong would never leave him. Later, he heard Wan Jing and others mention his various worries and cares. He often thought to himself, But Qi Shaochong felt as if he had lingering fears in his heart, and he never wanted to recall this incident.

He smiled for a while and said, "Why did you cry like that that day? You are not a mermaid, and your tears are not pearls. Even if I die, I can't be buried with you."

Unexpectedly, Qi Shaochong was furious when he heard the words, and slammed his pen, staining a piece of paper: "Do you want to die that much?"

Mu Zishi was puzzled, seeing his little face was flushed red and he looked furious, so he could only comfort him, "That's all I said."

But Qi Shaochong became more and more angry, his dark eyes were so thick that they were about to burn: "You said so in your mouth, but you also think so in your heart!"

Mu Zishi was both angry and funny: "Can you explain some reason? It's not that I'm going to get sick. If I can live well, who would want to die?"

Qi Shaochong had planned for a long time and held back for a long time, and immediately said: "Then you swear that you will not get sick in the future, and even if you are sick, you must not insist on death."

Mu Zishi saw that his expression was serious and upright, and he was very playful and cute with his face that had not yet taken off the baby fat, so he ignored how unreasonable and arrogant his request sounded, and just smiled casually: "Okay, then Don’t buy some incense sticks and paper horses, and then kill a pig and a sheep?”

Qi Shaochong stared at him, his eyes were calm and sharp, he didn't look like a child at all, and he didn't mean to be joking at all, and said word by word: "No, just swear to the spirit of the fourth brother in heaven."

Muzi Shi suddenly lowered his face: "What did you say?"

His voice was gloomy and dangerous, but Qi Shaochong did not flinch at all, he was extremely firm, and said: "You swear to the fourth brother, if there is even the slightest thought of committing suicide, he will never be at peace in the underworld with no support for his soul."

Before the words were finished, a dark object was blowing towards him with the sound of the wind. Qi Shaochong gritted his teeth and stood still, neither dodging nor dodging. His forehead suddenly felt a pain, and a wet trace of water slowly crawled along the brow bone Next, the thing fell to the ground with a thud, it was the ink ingot that had been half ground by Mu Zishi.

Qi Shaochong wiped his forehead with his hand, and then smeared a piece of black on the back of his hand.

Ink is good ink, ten years is like stone, a little bit is like lacquer, paper is good paper, the texture is firm and clean, fine and smooth, ink falls on paper, the most clear black and white, bright and fresh, but stained on the face and back of the hand, it only looks dirty , annoying.Is Yu Mu Zishi the ink stain that the fourth brother forcibly splashed on his skin, which cannot be removed without scrubbing?

Mu Zishi felt that Qi Shaochong was frightening, hateful, and slayable. If he had a knife in his hand just now, he would have thrown it out without hesitation. His hatred was so extreme that all the strength in his body was drained away. Said: "Why...why do you curse him?"

Qi Shaochong's eyes moved slightly, surprisingly calm, he seemed a little cold, and said: "Zi Shi, even if you never forget, the fourth brother has passed away and will never come back. After crossing the Wangchuan River, he will never come back again." won't remember you..."

Mu Zishi shivered visibly, his face seemed to be covered with a layer of weak white paper, desperate and desolate.

Qi Shaochong still didn't give up, even took a step forward, raised his head and asked straight: "Why didn't you commit suicide in front of his soul that day? Why did you promise him to accompany me and take care of me? Why didn't you leave me halfway? Why didn't you just cling to him? Qi and Feng?"

The candle light flickered, and Mu Zishi's eyes were like spring water. Ripples flickered, shattered and reunited, and the fog rose and dispersed.

Qi Shaochong stared at him, and whispered for a long time: "...Why did you treat me so well along the way?"

Mu Zishi shook his head, and replied with difficulty: "Because..."

Qi Shaochong interrupted: "Zi Shi, you are not a little puppet held by the fourth brother. Your every move is not only because of your consent to the fourth brother, but also because of your own wishes."

"In that case, why are you not comfortable?"

Mu Zishi pursed his lips, puzzled: "You are at ease?"

Qi Shaochong spoke very slowly, but after several months of careful consideration, he said: "We may not be able to return to Chenjing in the future, and we will be just a countryman for the rest of our life, but you told me that no matter whether you are a prince or a grassroots person, I am Qi Shaochong. So I'm not afraid, but you also have to remember that you are Mu Zishi... No one can replace the fourth brother, you and I will never forget him, but he is a broken tree, you can't always be on his roots Grow, you should live your own life freely."

Speaking of which, Qi Shaochong stood on tiptoe, raised his arms, like a small tree stretching its branches and leaves, and smiled brightly and brightly: "Look! Live according to your own heart, and you are free!"

This kind of Qi Shaochong Zhizhu is confident in his chest, extremely strange but familiar, Mu Zishi feels for the first time that he is really the brother of Qi Yupei's mother and compatriots, the two brothers are exactly the same Yuan Tingyue Zhi is aggressive, One died and the other lived, and they refused to let themselves go.

The top of Qi Shaochong's brow bone was swollen by the ink ingot. Mu Zishi was silent for a moment, then stretched out his hand to gently rub it for him: "Did it hurt you?"

Qi Shao rushed and said, "It doesn't hurt."

Mu Zishi picked up the ink ingot from the ground, and said lightly: "He who knows others is wise, and he who knows himself is wise. Don't rush. You know both. It turns out that I underestimated you."

His thick eyelashes hung down like a curtain, and he unconsciously blocked Qi Shaochong's gaze, and also covered his own eyes: "The soul is far away, and it should be when the heart is not concerned. It can be so simple and comfortable, but it's a pity that I don't care about it." It's just that ordinary people can't see through it and can't find it out... In the heart of the world, you don't understand what the fourth brother means to me, and I don't want you to understand."

Qi Shaochong's face collapsed: "I've been thinking about it in vain these past few months? Was everything just said in vain?"

Mu Zishi liked his unfailing and straightforward appearance, and smiled slightly: "It's not... I've written down all the good words you said. Although I won't swear on my fourth brother, don't worry, Mu Zishi will never Will commit suicide, life is not easy, not to mention I have to take care of you for the fourth brother..."

After a pause, half joking and half threatening, he said, "If you don't die for a day, how dare I go first?"

Qi Shaochong was overjoyed when he heard the words: "What you say counts!"

Mu Zishi nodded: "Are you still practicing calligraphy? I see that although your brush and ink have been left for a long time, your writing is much better than before. I think it's because of your determination and patience, your pen and ink are getting too aggressive. In other words, it was unsightly before..."

Qi Shaochong was so praised that his bones became lighter, and he hurriedly said, "Is it pleasing to the eye now?"

Mu Zishi said with a serious face: "It's sad and sad, it's like this."

Qi Shaochong yawned sadly and angrily: "Stop practicing, go to sleep!"

With a smile in his eyes, Mu Zishi gathered the paper he had written on, washed the nib of the pen to drain the water, and hung it on the pen holder.

Qi Shaochong suddenly asked: "Zi Shi, what do you think I can do in the future?"

"I don't know." Mu Zishi glanced at him, "Do you understand farming?"

"don't know."

"Then you can't be a farmer, do you know how to be a craftsman?"

"don't know."

"Do you know how to sell and sell, and play and sing with doctors, fortune tellers and astrology?"

"don't know."

"Are you proficient in overall planning and arithmetic? Are you familiar with criminal records?"

Qi Shaochong thought for a while, and blushed a little: "I only know a little bit."

The upturned corner of Mu Zishi's mouth was obviously teasing and proud: "Then do you understand the art of war and tactics? Are you strong and good at riding and shooting?"

Qi Shaochong was stunned for a while: "I probably still have time to learn."

Mu Zishi said: "Don't... Although it can be said that the world is prosperous and peaceful, the military department is quite chaotic."

Pointing his fingers and counting carefully: "Yongliang King Fengjing has a large army, and he is not under the jurisdiction of the Ministry of War. There is a general Yiwei, Yu Chan, in the two states of Yunxi, but the Ministry of War is controlled by the Tao family. Ge Ying, Qi and Feng will only wait for one to ebb and flow after they secure the throne, and given time, Chen Jing will definitely take some action against Yong Liang."

Qi Shaochong was very uneasy, and said: "Then what should I do?"

"I don't know... When you are born, you can study for a few more years, and when you grow up, we will travel to various places. After you have learned a lot and practiced everything, maybe you will know. Don't rush, I always feel that we will return to Dajing palace."

Mu Zishi glanced at the moonlight as he spoke, feeling cold all over his body, and gathered up his clothes: "It's late at night, go to sleep!"

He hadn't regained his vitality after his serious illness, and tonight's unintentional conversation with Qi Shaochong had the effect of confiding, so he almost fell asleep as soon as he touched the pillow.

Qi Shaochong was tossing and turning, thinking about what he could do besides eating for a long time, the more he thought about it, the more he had a headache, so he half propped himself up and stared at Mu Zishi's face stealthily.

Mu Zishi was having a good dream, and the corners of his mouth were naturally slightly curled up. Looking in the hazy moonlight, he looked like a qiongzhi pearl born between the sea of ​​clouds. While Qi Shaochong was dazzled, he suddenly realized how hard it is to find the word "freedom" However, if Mu Zishi can't sleep peacefully, he is afraid that his own freedom in this life will be Penglai Yingzhou.