Reborn Prince Zhaoyang

"Dai Ming stepped forward to kowtow, feeling a little suspicious in his heart. Emperor Wu would send him to come for treatment for the sake of other princes. This is unprecedented. On weekdays, the only person who can be treated like this by Emperor Wu is Prince Zhaoyang. .

"Go and show him." Emperor Wu ordered, with no emotion in his voice.

"Yes." Dai Ming then looked at the kang, Prince Yu, who was rumored to be a rotten tree, had always been the prince whom Emperor Wu didn't care about.

The first thing to look at is a silver mask, and then there is a slightly thin figure. Compared with Emperor Wu and other princes, Prince Yu's figure is a bit short.

Not black, long brown hair, tied behind her head with an ebony hairpin, wearing ordinary rich family clothes, without the slightest luxury of the royal family.

Dai Ming, who was looking at Zhaoyang, suddenly felt a chill in the back of his head, and hurriedly lowered his head. It was the eyes of Emperor Wu who were staring at him. He didn't dare to look at him any longer, and he didn't dare to delay any longer. He put his finger on Zhaoyang's on the wrist.

"Master, the young master is weak. It seems that he has just recovered from a serious illness. He couldn't bear the cold to the bones, so he fell into a coma. Moreover, the young master's body bones have been severely damaged. Even if the medicine is carefully simmered, it may not be a long-term solution." De Ming carefully After diagnosing the pulse, he played back to Emperor Wu.

After Dai Ming checked Zhaoyang's pulse, he was also shocked by the dilapidated state of his body. It was like a real rotten wood. No matter how expensive medicinal materials were used to simmer it, it was actually useless.

"Just simmer carefully with medicine. From now on, Deming, you will be by his side and take good care of his body until the day I say no."

Emperor Wu made an inexplicable decree, but it was an undeniable decree.

"I obey the order." Dai Ming kowtowed deeply, but an uncontrollable fear rose in his heart, for his wealth and life, as well as the family's wealth and life.

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35, 35...

Zhaoyang fell into the darkness, his whole body seemed to be immersed in the alternation of water and fire. Sometimes he was shivering when he was cold, and he was convulsing all over when he was hot. Under the interaction of cold and burning, his consciousness was in the deepest part of the darkness , but I can still clearly feel that my current body, every inch of blood vessels, and every inch of meridian, half is frozen, and the other half is scorched, and it can be broken with a light touch.

This was the second time he had tasted such heart-breaking pain, trying to devour his sanity little by little, causing him to completely collapse.

"Woo..." A slight groan flowed from Zhaoyang's pale and dry lips, and he unconsciously bit his lips tightly to stop the next groan.

Emperor Wu, who was sitting in the distance, didn't move. Zhaoyang had been in a coma for a while, and the light gradually shifted. Emperor Wu was shrouded in shadow. His expression could not be seen clearly in the shadow. He seemed to be immersed in his own eyes. In his thoughts, he was indifferent to everything outside.

Although he fell into the darkest depths, Zhaoyang's consciousness quickly flowed through scenes of scenes, like thin and tough vines, winding up from his ankles in circles, wrapping around his whole body, making him He couldn't move.

In the first picture, the sun is bright and warm, shining on all living beings in the world.

He was passing through a palace courtyard, walking towards the slender figure standing in front of him.

The back is so high and hidden that people are in awe at a glance, but they dare not show disrespect. He is a high-ranking king, and everyone who sees him admires him and dare not look down.

Zhaoyang quickened his pace unknowingly, a faint smile appeared on his lips, and the sunlight seemed to shine into his pupils, jumping, but not as bright as the bright one in front of him, but soft and gentle. .

"Father, Zhaoyang is back." After approaching the figure from behind, Zhaoyang raised his voice unconsciously. He didn't pay homage first, but kept looking at Emperor Wu who turned around and looked straight into the peach-blossom twins who were also smiling. In the eyes.

"Zhaoyang, you are one day late." Emperor Wu said, but did not mean to blame.

At this moment, Zhaoyang felt that everything he had received outside had vanished. No matter how long he had been outside, in Qi's palace in Kyoto, his father would be waiting here to welcome his son who was still promising.

"Father, that was just an accident, and now, Zhaoyang has returned safely..." Zhaoyang said, and was about to walk over, but his feet suddenly softened.

The place he stepped on cracked and sank, and he fell straight into another picture where he was suffering, suffering.

He who was soaked in the big medicine barrel suffered not only his body, but also his soul. This was the first time he experienced such unbearable pain.

His consciousness was clear for a while, and blurred for a while, just for the goal in his heart, he gritted his teeth and endured it, because only with a reasonably healthy body can he return to the capital and have the chance to meet his father and son.

In my ear, I heard Zhou Yufeng encouraging him again: "Qi Xuan, Qi Xuan, don't admit defeat, you have to persevere, you are going to get through the most painful moment, don't forget, Qi Yu and Qi Yao Waiting for you, you won't let them down with you as a father, will you?"

Qi Xuan?Am I Qi Xuan?Zhaoyang's consciousness began to blur again, yes, I now occupy Qi Xuan's body, but I am not Qi Xuan, uncle, I am Zhaoyang, not Qi Xuan.

If I get through it, I won't change back to Zhaoyang, will I still be Qi Xuan?So, what is the meaning of my rebirth?Is it just to use the name Qi Xuan to return to Kyoto?Zhaoyang, Zhaoyang, where is it?Uncle, where is Zhaoyang?

"Uncle, who am I, who am I, Qi Xuan, or...?"

It's still Zhaoyang. Zhaoyang only felt that these words were more important than Qianjun, and he couldn't spit them out. He forcefully opened his eyes and looked at Zhou Yufeng fixedly. Who am I?

"You are yourself." Zhou Yufeng looked at him for a long time before slowly saying.

"Am I myself?" Zhaoyang was stunned for a moment, then smiled, yes, I am myself, myself.

"Yes, I am myself." The comatose Zhaoyang suddenly spit out these words, and sat still until the body of the indifferent Emperor Wu moved. Zhaoyang.

After a short pause, Zhaoyang called again: "Father, father, father...!"

After calling out "Father Emperor" vigorously, he broke free from the darkness, bounced up from the kang, fell down weakly, and supported himself with his arms.

Breaking free from the darkness, exhausted Zhaoyang's last bit of strength, and in an instant his back was wet with cold sweat, even his forehead and cheeks were dripping with cold sweat.

"Father..." Zhao Yang opened his eyes and found Emperor Wu who was sitting not far away, only to realize that he was neither in the palace nor on Yanshan Mountain, he was now in a post station.

Sitting up while supporting his weak body, Zhaoyang smiled wryly in his heart. How long can this body last? At that time, will he go directly to hell, or return to the world of life again?

If he came back again, facing the still indifferent and alienated father, would he have to adapt again?

All kinds of things were only suppressed in the deepest part of Zhaoyang's heart, and he never uttered a single word.

"Come here." Emperor Wu ordered, and the guard brought in a bowl of thick soup and medicine and presented it to Zhaoyang.

Zhaoyang's hands were still trembling when he took the decoction, he tried hard to swallow the decoction one by one, his mouth was full of bitterness, and the bitterness went all the way to the bottom of his heart.

Emperor Wu left Zhaoyang, who was drinking the medicine, and walked out alone. Zhaoyang felt that the soup he swallowed became more and more bitter.

But it turned out that after things changed and people changed, what they tasted would be heart-pounding pain.

Ever since Emperor Wu walked out of the room, he didn't come back, Zhaoyang was also unable to go out, he didn't eat much for dinner, he almost didn't move his chopsticks, he couldn't eat at all.

Screening away the guards in the room, under the faint yellow candlelight, Zhaoyang was lying half-closed and half-lying under the quilt. He was not feeling well, and only in this position could he take a rest.

He was still groggy, but he couldn't fall asleep no matter what, he was always struggling between half asleep and half awake, the night was deep, and he closed his eyes as if he was not asleep until after midnight.

"Master, the young master just fell asleep." In another room, Emperor Wu didn't go to bed either, he was sitting at the table and flipping through something.

"Tell Dai Ming that if he makes any mistakes on the way back to the capital, I will punish his nine clans. If he arrives safely in Beijing, I will reward him for three generations." Emperor Wu closed the things he was reading and put them in an envelope. Word, two words: Zhao.Zhao.

"Yes." The guard backed away silently.

"Master, it's getting late at night." Gao Le, who was also accompanying him on this trip, saw that Emperor Wu's face was fine, so he stepped forward to report.

"This is the latest letter he sent to me." Emperor Wu ordered Gao Le to keep the letter, and let Gao Le change his clothes for him.

"Yes, servant girl, I still remember that time His Highness was in danger, but he only informed His Majesty afterwards."

Because of that incident, Emperor Wu was furious when he heard the news afterwards. If it were not for the arrangement of the prince, the bodyguards and hidden guards who followed the prince that time would be given death by Emperor Wu, because they put the prince in danger and did not know it. Gao Le still remembered that it was the first time that the prince did not come back on time as agreed, and came back one day late.

"On the way back to Beijing, you send safe people to wait by his side." Emperor Wu ordered before falling asleep.

"Yes, the slaves obey the order."

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"Uncle, who am I, am I Qi Xuan, or...?"

The people in the big medicine barrel were pale, their eyes were blurred, and there was even a tendency to be confused. Zhou Yufeng wanted to say that you were Qi Xuan, but when he looked at his face, he couldn't say these words. .

He would never have guessed that when the poisonous one on Qi Xuan's body