After the rebirth, I was picked up by the prince

On the outskirts of the capital, the sacrificial ceremony was temporarily slowed down due to the sudden heavy snowfall.

Song Yaoxu stood at the entrance of a small palace near the sacrificial altar in the outskirts, looking at the snowflakes falling from the hazy sky, feeling a little bad for some reason.

It is a big taboo to suspend the sacrifice. Yesterday Song Yaoxu specially asked the weather official to predict that the probability of snow will be small today, so he specially sacrificed today. Who knows that there will be heavy snow again.

I don't know whether the snow disaster problem on the northeast border can be solved smoothly this time.

He let out a breath of white air, turned around and was about to return to the small palace, but at this moment he heard a rush of horseshoes coming from the forest not far away, and it seemed that there was also Cui Liang's voice.

——Cui Liang's voice?

Song Yaoxu stopped in confusion and turned around, and sure enough, he saw Cui Liang hurriedly driving towards him not far away.

When he was approaching, he seemed to think that the horse was too slow, so he jumped off the horse and almost rushed to Song Yaoxu, clasped his fists and half knelt in front of Song Yaoxu, with an anxious expression on his face: "Your Majesty is not good! Mr. Qi, he was escorted into heaven by the imperial guards. Imprisoned!"

"what?!"

Song Yaoxu's eyes widened suddenly, his brain exploded with a bang, he didn't even bother to ask carefully for a while, and immediately ordered: "Prepare the horse! Set off to return to the palace immediately!"

"Yes!" Cui Liang clasped his fists in response, and immediately got up to prepare a horse for him.

However, before he had time to turn around, he heard Ning Qingwei coming out of the palace and stopped him in a cold voice: "Wait a minute, don't go."

"National teacher!" Song Yaoxu frowned, his usual gentleness was completely replaced by worry and anxiety.

Ning Qingwei rarely remained stubborn, and said to him almost in an orderly tone: "Come in with me."

Song Yaoxu clenched his hands hanging on both sides tightly, but after weighing it, he still followed Ning Qingwei to the palace first.

The small palace next to the sacrificial altar is a place for the royal family and state teachers to rest temporarily. There are no servants inside, only a few tables and chairs.

Song Yaoxu couldn't help asking almost as soon as he entered: "Why did the national teacher stop me from going back? The weather is so cold now, Zizhen will definitely not be able to bear it in the prison, I have to go back and bring him out!"

Ning Qingwei asked him one after another with a cold face: "Then how do you want to take it? Just use your status as the emperor to forcibly fish him out, and then let the people gradually spread a lewd talk to you? The former Zizhen is Don't you remember what happened?"

Song Yaoxu, who really planned to do something, couldn't refute it.

Looking at his appearance, Ning Qingwei finally slowed down his tone: "Song Jin, you need to calm down now."

"But..." Song Yaoxu lowered his head halfway, his voice became a little hoarse, "But at the beginning, Zizhen was wrongly imprisoned because of the cold winter months, which caused his health to take a turn for the worse. It won't last for a few days."

"How do you want me to calm down?" He smiled wryly, recalling the last scene almost non-stop in his mind, recalling the bone-chilling temperature in his arms back then.

"I don't want to watch Zizhen leave me again, but I can't do anything."

Ning Qingwei sighed softly and continued: "But Song Jin, you need to know that Zizhen passed away five years later, and Zizhen at that time was the root of the disease brought on from the age of five. It’s not that irreversible.”

"You have regretted once because of impulsiveness, do you want to do it again?"

"I..." Song Yaoxu opened his mouth, but in the end he couldn't continue.

After a long while, he finally let go of his grip a little bit, and said as if making up his mind: "I'm sorry, I was impulsive."

Seeing that his mood had become more stable than before, Ning Qingwei breathed a sigh of relief and returned to his usual appearance: "It's good if you can understand it clearly. Excluding the fact that he had a heart disease before, it is impossible for Zizhen now to let himself be abused." He was imprisoned on an unwarranted charge. The people over there must have set up a trap, and the most important thing for us is to find out the trap first."

Song Yaoxu understood what he meant, nodded and called Cui Liang who was anxiously waiting outside, and carefully asked the cause and effect.

On the other side, Qi Zizhen was escorted all the way to the prison by the imperial guards. He walked steadily from beginning to end, just like when he was in prison for the first time in his life.

It's just that he didn't expect that in less than a year, he would still be lucky enough to patronize the sky prison for the second time.

Qi Zizhen sighed lightly in his heart, but he didn't feel too worried.

On the way out of Song Yaoxu's room, he had already summed up the doubts about these things today, and before leaving, he briefly told Cui Liang, asking him to tell Song Yaoxu as soon as possible.

Although the title of stealing the "Holy Book" seems very conclusive and serious, but since his "Gongzi Biography" is really not a holy book, so there is a national teacher and a real holy book, this crime is simply unbearable Just click on the title that the young tower master needs to learn, and he can be fished out.

The only hope at present is that Cui Liang's memory will be better, and Song Yaoxu should not be too emotional, otherwise, if he comes back without saying a word and uses the power of the emperor to fish him out, it will leave a handle for endless troubles.

Qi Zizhen was imprisoned in the cell obediently all the way. If memory is correct, it seems that he was still imprisoned in the same cell as before, but his mood has really changed too much now.

After waiting for the jailer to leave, he leisurely found a place to sit down, and then sneezed loudly.

I have to say that the cell in the cold winter months is really cold.

Before he was taken away, he managed to find the small medicine bottle, but when he took the letter, he put the medicine bottle on the other side of the table, and he left the room in a hurry, and he didn't remember to put the medicine bottle on the other side of the table. Take the medicine bottle.

I don't know how long his broken body can last in this cold cell.

Qi Zizhen rubbed his hands that were red from the cold, he could only be thankful that this time the jailer didn't force him to change into a thin prison uniform like in his previous life.

The prison was deserted and empty, and Qi Zizhen, who was really bored, simply turned out all the things in his arms and sleeves to play with, so as to divert his attention, so that he would not be so cold psychologically.

It's just that Qi Zizhen doesn't often have the habit of carrying things on his body. After searching for a long time, he can only find the letter quietly left by Emperor Hongchu in Song Yaoxu's room, and two broken pages that fell out of the "Biography of Gongzi" before.

There was only the note he had seen in that letter, and it was not worth playing with, so Qi Zizhen simply opened the remaining pages of the biography to have a look.

However, upon looking at it, he suddenly found a very clear record on the torn page that was originally only vaguely written——

"In the third year of Shunhe, the son was imprisoned because of the unknown music, and he hid the piano and hammer in the hay."

Three years of Shunhe... Music... Hammer... Hay...

Looking at the few words in this short sentence, Qi Zizhen suddenly stood up and walked towards the haystack on the side of the wooden bed. After pawing twice, he saw a pair of piano hammers hidden inside!

But why is there a pair of hammers here?Why... would he know that the hammer is here?

Qi Zizhen held the broken page in one hand and the pair of hammers in the other, and he could even see some blood stains on the wooden hammers.

At the same time, a voice suddenly flashed in his mind.

【"Qi Zizhen, as a national teacher, you play ominous music and incur punishment from the sky. Can you plead guilty?"】

Qi Zizhen recalled the day when he and Song Yaoxu rushed back to the capital from the border, the wound that suddenly appeared on his left shoulder.

He vaguely remembered that he had a dream, in which he was injured.

Why is the injury in the dream brought to reality?

And why... the hammer in the prequel also appeared in the cell?

He remembered that he never hid the piano hammer in this cell!

Qi Zizhen's mind suddenly burst into severe pain, which almost swallowed him completely.

Everything in front of him gradually became blurred, but several questions echoed in his mind.

—Where did the hammer come from?

——Who is that voice?

However, he no longer had the energy to continue thinking. The tearing pain and overwhelming dizziness rushed to him like a raging tide, swallowing his consciousness almost instantly, and pulling him into a dark dream.

In the winter of the third year of Shunhe, Qi Zizhen, who was dressed in plain black, was pressed down to kneel on the cold ground, holding a piano hammer in his hand, and his body was straight.

And standing in front of him was Song Ping with a friendly smile.

Song Ping seemed to be looking at his arrogant appearance with great interest, and said unhurriedly: "Qi Zizhen, as a national teacher, you play ominous music and incur punishment from the sky. How can you Plead guilty?"

Qi Zizhen knelt on the ground without saying a word, looking at Song Ping coldly and gloomyly, like a ferocious beast temporarily restrained, as soon as he broke free from the restraint, he would immediately counterattack and bite off the enemy's neck fiercely.

Song Ping didn't care about his appearance, he sneered and raised his chin with a finger, as if admiring the final struggle of his prey: "The bones are quite hard. But it doesn't matter, just your broken body As long as you stay in prison for a few days, I'll see if you can still get angry."

After finishing speaking, he threw Qi Zizhen away abruptly, and wiped his hands with a handkerchief as if disgusted.

"Put him in the sky prison, and no one is allowed to bring him food."

Song Ping looked down at him with a cold expression.

The leader, who was half kneeling in front of Qi Zizhen, clasped his fists and said "yes", and then directed his subordinates to take him down.

And Qi Zizhen didn't say a word from the beginning to the end.

I don't want to say it, let alone say it.

His body becomes very weak every cold winter, especially after he has played the stone harp, this is almost the weakest time of his body, and it has exhausted his best strength to support his body without bending down.

But this time, Song Yaoxu and Ning Qingwei were not in the capital.

But it's fine if you're not here, so...they don't have to be involved.

The pale-faced Qi Zizhen was escorted all the way to the prison, and the guards almost threw him onto the cold ground, locked the door hastily as if he was unlucky, and left.

After all...does it still end up like this?

"Cough cough..."

Qi Zizhen finally couldn't restrain the sweet itch in his throat, traces of blood spilled from his lips, and even stained the piano hammer.

Before they know it, the hammers must be hidden.

Qi Zizhen suppressed the pain and sweetness in his throat, stood up biting his teeth, almost staggered to the edge of the wooden bed, hid the piano hammer in the haystack, and then fell back to the ground as if he lost his strength .

Consciousness was gradually engulfed by the cold darkness, Qi Zizhen rolled away from the violin hammer with the last bit of strength, and finally fell asleep completely in a haze.

"Your Highness..."

The soft raving broke the dead silence in the dark room. Song Yaoxu, who had been busy for several days, rushed to the bedside the moment he heard the sound, and asked worriedly and anxiously: "Zizhen, are you awake? How do you feel? Is there any discomfort? "

Qi Zizhen opened his eyes in a daze, and the bottom of his misty eyes was ignorant at first, and then a little confused.

"Your Highness...?" His voice was a little weak, and it made people feel distressed.

Song Yaoxu quickly smiled at him comfortingly, with a gentle tone: "I'm here, what's the matter?"

Qi Zizhen still looked at a loss: "Your Highness...isn't he not in the capital?"

As soon as he asked this, Song Yaoxu froze for a moment.

But then Qi Zizhen frowned again: "No, did His Highness go to the suburbs to offer sacrifices... Or is it wrong, is he not in the capital?... No, it should be in the suburbs..."

He almost didn't know what he was talking about, and his mind was in chaos. After a while, he let out a soft cry of pain, and put his hand on his forehead: "My head hurts..."

It seems that the memory should be confused.

Song Yaoxu's eyes were dark, but he quickly returned to a gentle look, and gently held his hand: "Don't think about having a headache, it doesn't matter where I was before."

"At least for now, I'm only by your side."

The author has something to say: Thank you [An Arctic Rabbit] and [Hinny] for their nutrient solution mua~