After the rebirth, I was picked up by the prince

The princes had a lot of schoolwork, and Song Yaoxu couldn't stay too long when he came to visit them as the elder brother, and he went back to the East Palace with Qi Zizhen after a while.

So until he returned to the East Palace, Qi Zizhen didn't know why Song Yaoxu somehow dragged him to the South Study Room.

However, he was not very interested in these things at first, after listening to Song Yaoxu's urging him to drink the medicine on time, he went back to the room silently, leaving only an indifferent back.

After he closed the door, the guard who had gone out with Song Yaoxu before frowned, and said with some dissatisfaction: "This Mr. Qi is too arrogant, isn't he? His Highness cares about him so much, but he doesn't know how to appreciate it."

"Cui Liang." Song Yaoxu called him lightly, shook his head and said, "As I said, don't make random comments on anyone."

On weekdays, Song Yaoxu is gentle and kind, and he treats the servants in the East Palace very friendly. Cui Liang, who is a guard, is also straightforward. After hearing what he said, he was still not very happy: "The subordinates just can't understand his attitude. Only His Highness has a big heart and entertains him with delicious food and drink."

Hearing this, Song Yaoxu shook his head lightly again, but didn't say anything more, turned around and went back to his room.

Perhaps in the eyes of others, Qi Zizhen's attitude was indeed too cold and hard, but Song Yaoxu knew that it was all caused by him, if he really had a part in it.

When arresting the child in his previous life, he already felt that he would not intend to plot against him, but in the gap between his hesitation, the child had already been taken to jail.

Later, because he was busy with the palace banquet on the first day, he temporarily put aside the child's affairs, and when he came back to his senses, he heard that he died alone in the prison on the first day - he was frozen to death.

When everyone was immersed in the joy of the festival, he was starving and freezing alone in the sky prison, and was quietly submerged with a heavy snowfall that day.

Only ten days later, the child's case was proved to be an unjust case, and he was just an innocent person through and through.

After that, Song Yaoxu thought countless times, if he had not hesitated when the child cast a desperate look at him, and had stretched out his hand to give him a hand, would he have survived until his innocence was proven?

Can he continue to spend the first day after another with a happy smile?

But there are no ifs in the world.

Song Yaoxu was tortured by regret for half a month, so when he opened his eyes and found that he was reborn two years ago, he was surprised but also a little bit more happy.

Two years ago, that child was only 17 years old, and he should still have the lively appearance when he first met him in his previous life. He still has a chance to let the child escape from prison two years later.

——Until he found out that the child was also reborn.

Song Yaoxu looked at the heavy piano case on the desk and rubbed his brows lightly.

After rebirth, he was a prince, and he didn't have a deep relationship with the prime minister's mansion. He didn't know how to find Qi Zizhen, so he went out of the palace with Cui Liang to relax, and happened to meet someone playing on the stone bridge.

At first, he really felt that the figure of the child playing the piano was familiar, but the emotion expressed in the sound of the piano was too cold, and he didn't think about Qi Zizhen until Cui Liang confirmed it.

After encountering such a tragic situation, it is normal for this life to become like this.

The cheerful smile when I saw Qi Zizhen for the first time in the previous life, and his sad and hopeless eyes when we met for the last time were deeply etched in Song Yaoxu's mind, like a sharp wooden thorn, stuck in his flesh and blood, and could not be pulled out.

He raised his hand and gently stroked the piano case on the table, finally turned around with a sigh, and went back to the inner room to take a rest.

……

That night, Qi Zizhen, who had been stared at by Song Yaoxu after pouring a whole bowl of soup, stayed in the room. Without Shi Qin to pass the time, he was so bored that he didn't know what to do. He walked around the room for a few times, and finally decided to go to the yard to blow some air.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he opened the door, he saw an apricot-yellow figure in the yard.

Song Yaoxu was standing under a dead tree with a long sword in his hand, looking up at the snow on the tree.

He didn't have a cloak on his body, only a thin long gown, and he seemed to have just finished sword training.

Xu Shi noticed the movement behind him, he looked back at Qi Zizhen, and smiled: "It's Zizhen, why did you come out?"

Under the faint reflection of lanterns at night, Song Yaoxu's smile is more gentle, even in the snow, it still comforts people's hearts like warm spring.

Qi Zizhen closed his eyes, and politely said, "His Royal Highness."

At the same time, he took a half step back with his left foot, and seemed to be going straight back to his room.

Song Yaoxu sensed his thoughts first, put away his sword, turned around, and said with a smile: "Aren't you bored? I'm going back soon. If you want to go out to relax, remember to wear more, don't catch a cold again."

After he finished speaking, he really turned around and raised his foot to leave.

Before he left, he suddenly seemed to think of something, and turned his head to add: "By the way, there is a small study room in the west wing. If you have nothing to do, you can go there and take a look. If you have any interesting books, just take them back." Just look at the room, don't tell me."

Qi Zizhen's expression moved slightly, and he finally responded once: "Thank you, Your Highness."

Song Yaoxu bent his eyes and smiled, and asked the maid at the side to hand over the lantern to him, and said softly: "The road to the west wing is rather dark, remember to be careful."

After finishing speaking this time, he didn't stay any longer and left slowly.

Qi Zizhen looked at the lantern handed over by the maid, and a cage of warm yellow was reflected in his dark eyes.

He recognized this lantern, it was the one he used when he fell into the water a few days ago, but Song Yaoxu brought it over to relight it unexpectedly.

He raised his eyes to watch the apricot-colored figure gradually disappear into the night, and then finally stepped out of the room and walked all the way to the west wing.

Except for the prince Song Yaoxu, there are not many people living in the East Palace, and the wing rooms on the west side of the courtyard are arranged as study rooms and study rooms.

The study room is full of bookshelves, which cover scriptures and poems, military strategies, historical essays, etc., with a rich variety.The study room is Song Yaoxu's occasional place to work - although as the prince, he has never participated in government affairs under the deliberate teaching of King Guan.

Qi Zizhen wandered around the bookshelf of the strategy of war for a while, but finally he regained his composure and went to the next bookcase of history books and essays to rummage around.

Since the founding of the Ling Dynasty, there has been a tradition of emphasizing history. There are various types of history books, ranging from the history of myths and beasts in ancient times to the chronicles of major events in recent years.Even in the National Teacher Tower, there is a set of historical books that are regarded as "national treasures" and passed down from generation to generation.

It is rumored that the content of that set of history books was jointly written by the national teachers of the past dynasties in conjunction with historians and star officials. The corresponding astronomical meaning.

When each emperor came to the throne, he had to swear an oath of blood in the history books under the witness of the national teacher, and seek for Daling for generations to come.If the king is cruel, or his pedigree or methods are not correct, this book can be used as evidence to support the new emperor.As a result, the set of national treasure history books is almost sealed and kept under layer upon layer, and anyone who steals it will be shot to death.

In the previous life, Qi Zizhen also heard about it by chance during a conversation with Prince Guan. At that time, the son's expression became a little strange, so he didn't think much about it.Now it seems that the reason why Guan Wang has been dormant is probably because he is afraid of the history book in the hands of the national teacher.

He looked at the dazzling array of books on the bookshelf, and finally put away his other thoughts, and picked out a history of the founding of the Ling Dynasty and took it back to his room to pass the time.

When he first entered here in his previous life, because he didn't remember the plot of the original novel very clearly, he also went to the history books to learn some necessary common sense. In fact, he had already memorized the history since the founding of the Ling Dynasty by heart.

But he didn't want to read the history of the foreign race in the previous dynasty, so he simply reviewed it and flipped through it casually after returning to the room.

After turning over a few pages, he realized that the quality of this history book was really not that good. The description of the previous emperors' period was very brief, and almost all of them were mentioned in one stroke. Only a few more lines were found when he read down to the Hongchu period. .

After Qi Zizhen saw the words "In the second year of Hongchu, Prince Xu was established" at the end of the page, he turned down another page, but found that the next page was blank.

He frowned slightly, and turned a few more pages, all of which were blank pages without exception.

Qi Zizhen: "..."

After living for three lifetimes, this was the first time he had seen such crude history books, and he didn't know how such books got into the prince's study.

He put the book aside casually and rubbed the space between his brows wearily.

The rare interest in reading something was once again dampened, so Qi Zizhen went back to bed early to rest as he had nothing to do.