After the rebirth, I was picked up by the prince

"Hey, look, it's the young master who is here!"

On the bank of the river covered with frost, a child was holding a few old and broken books in his arms, and suddenly happily pushed another girl beside him, his eyes reflected the snow-white ground, shining brightly.

The girl followed the little boy's line of sight, and saw a maroon red sedan chair parked on the snow-covered stone bridge, with four bearers standing at one place, without much movement.

She curled her lips and said nonchalantly: "How do you know it's that young master? Let me see, this is just some high-ranking official who has nothing to do and came here to watch the scenery."

After she finished speaking, she pushed the little boy who was standing still in front of her, urging in a low voice: "Mother will be in a hurry later, hurry up and go away."

Xiaotong refused to give up, and stood on the spot and said firmly: "I will not admit my mistake, it is this sedan chair! Let's wait a little longer, just for a while."

The cold winter wind cut her face like a knife, and the girl whose cheeks were already red from the cold didn't want to stay for a moment, and pushed the little boy to leave.

The boy stubbornly stood where he was, still hoping to wait.

Just when the two children were arguing, a soft voice slowly interposed between them.

"What's the matter, but has something happened?"

The two children followed the prestige subconsciously, and saw a man about the age of Ruoguan walking towards them with a smile.

The man's face was like a crown of jade, his lips were red and his teeth were white, his eyes were naturally smiling, slightly curved like crescent moons, and he was as gentle as a spring breeze.

He was dressed in a white fox fur with vivid bronzing patterns of flowers and birds, and there was a man who looked like a guard following behind him. One look at him could tell that he was not an ordinary family.

——In fact, he is the present prince Song Yaoxu.

As a prince, Song Yaoxu usually learned the way of gentleness and kindness, this time when he went out of the palace in disguise, he was even more gentle and kind, so that he would not be afraid, nor would he bother him.

The girl stood in front of the little boy, closer to Song Yaoxu.

She curled her fingertips lightly, lost her temper just now, and seemed quite at a loss.

The little boy hurriedly stepped forward, blocked half of the girl's body inadvertently, and smiled embarrassedly: "It's just that the little one has a dispute with his sister, it's not a big deal, Mr. Lao is worried."

The words are a little cramped, but they are decent and polite, so that people can't find mistakes.

Song Yaoxu saw the restraint of the children, and said with a smile: "It's okay."

Afterwards, he turned his eyes around again, and looked at the little sedan chair on the stone bridge that was not moving: "I just heard the two of you mention the young master on the sedan chair, what's the point of this?"

He was a little excited when he mentioned this little boy, and his originally restrained and obedient eyes showed a bit of depression.

"The young man on the sedan chair has been playing a few tunes on the stone bridge every day since the beginning of the new year. The young man was lucky enough to hear it three or four times. It's really beautiful!"

Xu Shi recalled the few performances he had heard at the beginning, and the little boy could not control his emotions when he said that later, a little light flashed in his eyes, and he almost couldn't express his admiration in his heart.

Infected by the child's emotions, Song Yaoxu raised his eyes again to look at the maroon warm sedan chair, and at the black cloth that was occasionally rolled up in front of the sedan chair in the cold wind.

He couldn't help being a little curious, what kind of character and what kind of skill should make young children admire him deeply?

The howling cold wind shoveled up a few pieces of white snow and landed on the red warm sedan chair.Between red and white, it seems that there is still a bit of the residual warmth of the Spring Festival that has not dissipated.

— freezing cold to a temperature that is out of tune with the festival.

"Eldest son, do you really not need the younger one to light the stove for you?"

The little servant looked at the cold black-clothed boy on the opposite side, with a timid tone and a faint shiver.

The day on the nineteenth day of the first lunar month was not warm, but the young man was only wearing a long black gown and a thin cloak, sitting in the cold sedan chair and gently stroking the ice-cold Shiqin in front of him.

He acted as if he hadn't heard the boy's words, lowered his eyelashes as if his whole body and mind were focused on Shi Qin.

In fact, before the death of the first life, he was locked in a small leaky room for seven days during the cold winter without even a cloak.

During those seven days, every day there was howling wind mixed with shattered ice, cutting on his body like a knife, and he had long been used to such a cold.

In other words, the chill at this moment is not half of what it was when he was imprisoned in the first life.

Qi Zizhen stroked every key on the stone qin meticulously, without raising his head, let alone answering.

After a long while, he finally said indifferently: "The car curtain."

The little servant didn't dare to speak any more, trembling in response, he hurriedly got up and pulled up the curtain of the sedan chair, allowing the cold wind outside the sedan chair to sneak into the cold and gloomy sedan chair wantonly.

The hem of the clothes curled with the wind, showing Qi Zizhen's simple and plain black cloth shoes unsteadily, and a section of shiny white ankles could be vaguely seen.

The eldest son of the dignified Prime Minister lived such a simple life, I am afraid no one would dare to believe it.

Qi Zizhen tugged at the corners of his mouth, without much emotional turmoil.

He raised his hands, which had been red from the cold for a long time, and landed heavily on the keys.

"Ding--"

The crisp sound echoed on the quiet street, like a small hammer hitting the ice in winter.Then there were a few scattered knocking sounds, as if the knocker was just idle and accidentally bumped into it.

As the knocking sound gradually became smoother, the scattered voices slowly melted into the frozen spring like water droplets, cold and clear, and one could even hear the indifference of the knocker's independence from the world.

The unique crisp timbre of the stone qin jingles down from the stone bridge, and the cold and lonely tune seems to be fragmented into frost and blended with the glaciers under the bridge.

Passers-by gradually gathered under the stone bridge, or marveled, or admired, or immersed.

Just at this time, a few snowflakes floated down from the originally gray sky.

"It's snowing again!"

A five or six-year-old child pulled the hem of the man's clothes and exclaimed in surprise, but the man signaled him to silence: "Don't be noisy, we can't bear it if we disturb the immortals."

The man was also the one who had heard Qi Zizhen play before. Almost every time Qi Zizhen played, there would be snow in the sky, and he was dressed very neatly. The older people nearby had already regarded this unknown son as a fairy.

The open space around the stone bridge is not that big, and the people who gathered around heard the child's exclamation and the man's words amidst the chilling music.

They didn't have a noisy discussion, but they almost all agreed with these words in their hearts.

The Daling Dynasty believed in the existence of gods in the sky, and even restored the once abandoned post of national teacher, and the status of national teacher was even equal to that of the prime minister.

Today's national teachers wear red and black gowns every time they offer sacrifices. Under the subtle influence, anyone who can wear black clothes with a cool and noble temperament and impeccable appearance will be regarded as a fairy by ordinary people.

Today's national teacher is the first, and this young master is the second.

The little boy who stopped here at first looked at Qi Zizhenxing's knocking movements like clouds and flowing water, his eyes revealed more surprises, and he murmured with emotion: "Do I even see a fairy?"

The girl who didn't believe in him before also paused in place, holding the book in her arms tightly, and looked at the calm young man in the center of the crowd.

"I don't think so."

Song Yaoxu shook his head slightly at this moment, and then looked at the young man in the sedan chair with his brows lightly drawn together, revealing a little sadness.

Ordinary people are busy with their daily lives, and rarely pay attention to certain details. Maybe they just think that the little boy has a good temperament, but he saw the little boy's trembling fingertips when he hit the keys.

That child was obviously just trying to hold on.