After the rebirth, I was picked up by the prince

On the third day of February in the tenth year of Hongchu, there was heavy rain in the capital.

The rain fell on the eaves, crackling.

Ten-year-old Song Yaoxu was sitting in the bedroom of the East Palace, playing with a teacup boredly.

But at this time, Cui Liang walked in from the door, with a look of unbearable, hesitantly said: "Your Highness, Young Master Qi has been kneeling in the heavy rain for half an hour."

Song Yaoxu didn't even raise his eyelids, and said lazily, "If he loves to kneel, let him kneel, even with such a little rain, he won't kill you."

He was deposed as the crown prince a few days ago, but at this moment, that prime minister stuffed his son in as a companion for him. He knew there must be something wrong with him, and he didn't bother to sympathize with an eyeliner.

"But..." Cui Liang frowned, and after thinking about it, he continued, "Young Master Qi seems to be injured, and a large amount of blood has smeared on the clothes on his back. If we don't deal with it... I'm afraid something will happen. .”

Song Yaoxu froze slightly when he was playing with the teacup, and after a while he clicked his tongue as if irritated: "It's really troublesome. Doctor Xuan."

Cui Liang hurriedly cupped his fists to accept the order, and after he went out, he ordered his servants to help Qi Zizhen, whose lips were pale in the heavy rain, to get up, and took an umbrella to an unused room in the East Palace.

Qi Zizhen, who was only five years old, endured the chill in the heavy spring rain and the severe pain from the wound on his back. He almost lost consciousness, but he still just knelt on the spot stubbornly.

His mother passed away two days ago, but he was sent to the East Palace at this time to accompany the deposed prince to read, and he was not even qualified to mourn for his mother.

His mother was his only reliance for five years, and the only relative he recognized in his heart, but he was even deprived of the three-year funeral qualification.

Instead of being a pawn at the mercy of others from now on, he might as well leave with his mother in this heavy rain.

He knelt upright on the spot, no matter how the servants persuaded him, he remained motionless.

But the chill that soaked into the marrow of his bones and the severe pain that was tearing his back engulfed his consciousness little by little, his eyes were gradually shrouded in darkness, and finally he couldn't hold on any longer, and fell to the side slantingly.

"Young Master Qi! Hurry up, help him to his room! I'll report to His Highness!"

In the haze, Qi Zizhen only heard the anxious voice of the guard, and then fell into chaos.

When he woke up again, Qi Zizhen felt dizzy and exhausted, and vaguely heard someone talking beside him.

"...You can get hot after being exposed to the rain, why are you so delicate?"

"He is only a five-year-old child, and there is a serious injury on his back."

"Tsk, trouble."

"..."

The noisy sound gradually became indistinct, and Qi Zizhen only felt like a floating duckweed, sinking and floating, unable to find a place to stay.

And at this moment, a cool and gentle touch suddenly came from his forehead.

It's like... When he was sick before, my mother stroked the palm of his forehead.

"Mother..."

Soft ravings escaped from the child's lips. Song Yaoxu, who originally wanted to see if his fever subsided, withdrew his hand like an electric shock, and said dryly, "You're awake."

Qi Zizhen was lying on his back on the bed, his body was padded up by the thick quilt, so that the wound on his back was hanging in the air so that it would not be pressed.

He opened his eyes a little bit in a daze, but he seemed a little unconscious, and murmured "Mother" over and over again.

Song Yaoxu got impatient and couldn't help but said: "Go back to your mother before weaning, come to my East Palace... Ugh! What are you doing!"

Before he finished speaking, Cui Liang, who stepped forward behind him, covered his mouth, managed to break free, and then turned around aggressively, as if wanting to blame him.

Cui Liang knew that he was just bluffing, and said expressionlessly: "My subordinates suggest that if you can't speak, you can choose to shut up."

"Tch." Song Yaoxu turned around and looked away with a look of disdain, "Anyway, he's not dead yet, I'm going back, don't bother me if it's okay."

After finishing speaking, he just shook his sleeves and left, with a very indifferent attitude.

And Cui Liang was Song Yaoxu's personal bodyguard, and he couldn't stay even if the master left. After telling the maid to take care of the child, he left behind Song Yaoxu.

Song Yaoxu also practiced what he just said, as if he really didn't care about the seriously ill child, and continued to eat and play after returning to the room, which didn't change much from normal times.

until the afternoon of the same day.

The heavy rain, which had stopped for a while, started to fall again, and it was so noisy that people were upset.

Song Yaoxu lay on the window sill and watched the torrential rain outside, feeling a sense of uneasiness in his heart.

Sure enough, he still hates this kind of rainy day the most.

He pouted, turned around and wanted to find something to say to pass the time.

Now he is just the eldest son who has been deposed as the crown prince. Although he can still live in the East Palace, it is almost like being thrown into the cold palace.

Every day, except for a fixed time period when a teacher would come to teach him, the rest of the time he just stayed in the room idly, unable to go anywhere, and did not want to go anywhere.

However, this kind of life is much more comfortable than when he was the prince. Anyway, there are so many younger brothers behind him, so it's not bad for him to just be an idle and useless person like this.

If you don't have to work and don't worry about food and clothing, why bother to learn how to govern the country?

Nobody liked him anyway.

Song Yaoxu lowered his eyelashes, suppressed the thoughts in his eyes, and took out a volume of story books from under the pillow.

Cui Liang came in with tea just at this time, and seeing him lying on the bed with the scriptures in his hand, he felt a little helpless: "Your Highness, why are you reading the scriptures again? Have you finished the homework assigned by the master?"

"You are so annoying." Song Yaoxu hummed softly and got up from the bed, "I just started watching, can't you let me relax for a while? Anyway, I won't inherit the throne anymore, why study so hard all day long."

Ever since Song Yaoxu was deposed as the crown prince, Song Yaoxu has always had such a decadent temperament. Although Cui Liang is helpless, as a subordinate, he can't say anything. After putting down the teacup, he has to go out and continue on duty.

However, at this moment, a court lady hurried in and knelt down in a panic: "No, it's not good! Young Master Qi is gone!"

"What?" Cui Liang was stunned for a moment, and quickly asked, "What's going on, didn't you ask you to take good care of it?"

The court lady knelt on the ground, and her expression was a little anxious: "The East Palace is short of manpower. The sisters have other things to be busy at this time, and the servants are responsible for the main care. But just now when the servants went out to fetch medicine, when they came back, Qi Xiao The son is gone."

Qi Zizhen was born fair and young, and the maid felt a little pity for him: "Young Master Qi's high fever has never subsided, and running out in such a heavy rain may easily lead to accidents."

Song Yaoxu on the side didn't seem to care too much after hearing what they said: "Go find someone if he disappears. Didn't he still call his mother this morning? Maybe he just ran back to find his mother. Nothing to worry about."

Seeing his indifferent appearance, Cui Liang couldn't bear it anymore, and said, "But Your Highness, Young Master Qi's mother just passed away two days ago, where can he go to find her?"

Song Yaoxu, who originally picked up the tea and wanted to drink it, was stunned, and suddenly his eyes widened: "What did you say...?"

Seeing his appearance, Cui Liang knew that Song Yaoxu probably didn't listen to what he said before, and sighed, "Mr. His mother's favorite flower, it fell from the tree accidentally and got scratched.

"He was rescued by a kind person passing by yesterday. After returning to the Prime Minister's Mansion, Prime Minister Qi ignored his injuries and asked him to move from the main courtyard to the most remote small courtyard in the Prime Minister's Mansion. Today, Prime Minister Qi will meet Most of the reason for sending him here is to get rid of him as a burden so that he can marry another regular wife with whom he has been in contact for a long time.

"This subordinate has told you a long time ago that Young Master Qi is not favored at all in the prime minister's mansion. He cannot be the eyeliner sent by Prime Minister Qi. He is just an innocent five-year-old child. Why didn't you listen to that? Where are the words?"

Song Yaoxu's brain froze for a moment when he heard Cui Liang's hateful words.

He suddenly remembered what he said to Qi Zizhen in his room this morning.

【"Go back and find your mother before weaning."】

... Damn, what the hell did he say? !

Immediately, he smashed the teacup in his hand on the table and slammed it up, leaving a sentence "I'm going out to find someone" and then ran out of the room like flying.

"Your Highness! It's still raining heavily outside!" Cui Liang didn't even have time to react. When he chased him out again, where was Song Yaoxu still in the yard?

He rubbed his temples with a headache, and told the servants in the East Palace to go out to find someone as calmly as possible, and he hurriedly took two umbrellas to find someone.

On the other side, Song Yaoxu casually grabbed an umbrella and rushed into the heavy rain, struggling to find that little figure in the white rain curtain.

Qi Zizhen was injured and had a high fever, so he must have not run too far.

But there is such a big place near the East Palace, where would he go?

What Cui Liang said to him just now echoed in Song Yaoxu's mind, and he couldn't help but become more anxious.

He will be so indifferent to Qi Zizhen, a large part of the reason is that he thinks that he might be sent by Qi Yuan, and he doesn't want to really hurt an innocent child, a child who... just lost a loved one.

If possible, Song Yaoxu really wished to turn back the time to the morning and shake himself hard to wake up.

He shook his head, dismissing these unrealistic thoughts.

The most urgent thing is to find people back as soon as possible.

Song Yaoxu was running in the palace road near the East Palace. The splashed rain had already soaked his shoes and clothes, but he couldn't care less.

He didn't know how long he searched for it before he finally saw bloodstains on the small puddle.

He quickly ran over and squatted down to check, and saw the bloodstains stretched forward, probably someone who was injured had passed by.

This is most likely the blood on Qi Zizhen's body.

He immediately got up and chased along the blood trail, and sure enough, he saw Qi Zizhen's figure near a palace wall.

There was a big tree near the palace wall, and the little Qi Zizhen was constantly climbing up the tree.

When Song Yaoxu saw him, he accidentally slipped and fell straight from the tree.

"Qi Zizhen!"

Song Yaoxu was about to rush forward without saying a word, but it was too late.

Qi Zizhen fell heavily to the ground, and his back was smeared with thick blood.

But he didn't seem to notice it, and struggled to get up from the ground again.

Song Yaoxu hurried over with an umbrella to help him up: "What kind of tree are you climbing on such a heavy rainy day? Do you want to die?!"

But just when his hand was about to touch Qi Zizhen, he was slapped away with a "slap".

Qi Zizhen staggered up from the ground, muttering to himself in a low voice: "I'm going to find my mother... I'm going to find... ah..."

His center of gravity was unstable, and he fell forward suddenly, but he still stubbornly got up from the rain, and his voice gradually became hoarse and crying: "I want...to find mother...mother..."

The clothes on his body had already been soaked in muddy water and bloody water, and his scattered hair was even more dirty, and he was in a mess.

It was just a poor child who had just lost his mother.

Listening to his choking voice, Song Yaoxu finally threw away his umbrella and rushed forward when he fell again, hugging the wet and dirty child who fell in the puddle into his arms, restraining his weak struggle.

"Okay, find your mother. I will accompany you to find your mother, okay? When you recover from your illness, I will accompany you to find your mother." He tried to soften his voice for the first time, Avoid the child's wound and hug the child tightly, trying to calm his emotions as much as possible.

Qi Zizhen wanted to struggle desperately at first, but he was weak and didn't have much strength at all, so he gradually gave up struggling and sobbed softly.

From his mother's death due to illness to falling from a tree, to being thrown by Qi Yuan into a remote small courtyard and into the East Palace as a companion, Qi Zizhen never cried once from the beginning to the end.

But now, listening to the gentle voice of the person in front of him, he finally couldn't help but choked up.

Since his mother was seriously ill, no one has hugged him again.

The author has something to say: This chapter is linked to the end of Chapter 64

Double update tomorrow, the time remains the same

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Thanks to [Huaisu], [Mu Qing], [Lemon Essence], [Song Han] and [An Arctic Rabbit] for their five cute nutrition solutions