After the rebirth, I was picked up by the prince

In the capital city, the flying catkins are getting bigger and bigger, the streets and alleys are deserted and empty, there are almost no people, and it is quiet.

However, in a corner at the corner of the street, there was a burst of hurried footsteps that were incompatible with the silence in the whiteness.

Can't find it, half an hour passed and still can't find it.

The capital is really too big.

Song Yaoxu panted lightly, looking at everything in front of him that was gradually covered in white snow, he couldn't help but think of the heavy snow on the first day of his previous life.

At that time, Qi Zizhen left quietly in that heavy snow.

He exhaled a white breath, and more snowflakes gradually fell on his hair and shoulders.

He knew too little about Qi Zizhen, and he had no idea where he might appear at this time, so he might not be able to find anyone if he searched around without a clue for a whole day.

"Your Highness, the snow is getting heavier and heavier now, why don't you go back to the palace first?" Cui Liang, who was always following behind him, couldn't help but worry, "Just let the subordinates continue to look for it. Your Highness still needs to take care of yourself."

Song Yaoxu shook his head: "Until I find someone, I really can't go back to the palace with peace of mind. Besides, depending on the situation, I guess even if you find Zizhen, you may not be able to persuade him to come back."

Cui Liang understood his concerns, and finally didn't say anything for a while, and continued to search with him after a short rest.

But this time when they turned another alley, they met Qi Zishan who was limping while leaning on the wall.

"His Royal Highness!"

Qi Zishan saw them first, his eyes were moist with joy, and he staggered towards them.

"Xiaoshan?" Song Yaoxu frowned and stepped forward quickly, first to support him, "What's the matter with your injury? But someone bullied you?"

With his support, Qi Zishan stood firm, shook his head desperately and wanted to say something, but couldn't help sobbing when he opened his mouth.

Song Yaoxu patted him on the back lightly: "Don't worry, just tell me what happened."

Qi Zishan still shook his head desperately, choked and recovered his breath, clutching the corner of Song Yaoxu's sleeve with his uninjured hand, and said almost pleadingly: "Please, please Your Highness... please help me find my brother!"

Song Yaoxu frowned even deeper, with some bad premonition faintly rising in his heart, he hurriedly said: "I am going out of the palace this time to find Zizhen, do you know where Zizhen will go?"

Qi Zishan clenched his hands slightly, and answered with a sob: "...I don't know, I, I can't see through my brother's mind at all...but...but..."

He suddenly raised his head and looked directly at Song Yaoxu, his eyes red from crying were soaked in a layer of watery mist.

"But if you don't find brother as soon as possible, brother may go to seek death again! Just now, just now, I pulled back the brother who wanted to throw himself into the lake at the shore of Chengming Lake, and then he ran away, and I couldn't catch up... I chased, chased Not on him..."

"I beg Your Highness... I beg Your Highness to find my brother, I really, really don't want to lose my brother again..."

The more the child spoke, the more he choked up. He lowered his head as if remorseful, but also as if he blamed himself.

Song Yaoxu could almost figure out why Qi Zishan looked so embarrassed, he raised his hand and gently rubbed the ends of his hair: "Don't worry, I feel the same as you, and I will definitely bring Zizhen back. But before that, I will Let Cui Liang take you to treat the wound, okay?"

Cui Liang who was on the side wanted to interject, but was stopped by Song Yaoxu's eyes. He clasped his fists to accept the order, and helped Qi Zishan to sit on the side first.

Qi Zishan took Cui Liang's hand, and when he looked up at Song Yaoxu, his eyelashes were still wet with tears, and asked sobbingly, "Your Highness, does Your Highness know about your brother's whereabouts?"

Song Yaoxu shook his head: "I don't know, but the capital is so big after all, you can always find it."

After speaking, he didn't linger any longer, pulled off the hood of the fox fur, turned around and stepped into the white snowflakes.

Qi Zishan watched the plain white figure gradually merge with Feixue, and looked down at his palm scratched by the stone, clenched into a fist little by little.

On the other side, although Song Yaoxu spoke firmly, he didn't have much confidence in his heart.

In such a snowy weather, how easy is it to find a 17-year-old boy in the huge capital?

He rubbed his hands that were already red from the cold, and continued to search in the direction he had never been before.

But from the alley to Chengming Lake, from Chengming Lake to the stone bridge, and even all the way to the remote National Teacher Tower, they found nothing.

Song Yaoxu raised his head unconsciously, looking up at the National Teacher Tower not far away, which was shining with lights in the snowflakes, his eyes were filled with more and more melancholy.

Where else can Zizhen go?

Just when he was in distress, an oil-paper umbrella was opened above his head, blocking the snowflakes that wanted to fall on his shoulders.

"Why is Your Highness here alone?" Ning Qingwei stepped forward and took Song Yaoxu under the umbrella.

Song Yaoxu quickly regained his senses, turned sideways and called softly, and then hurriedly said: "I'm looking for Zizhen, I wonder if the national teacher will see Zizhen today?"

Ning Qingwei's attitude was indifferent, Song Yaoxu's pure white figure was reflected in a pair of calm black eyes: "What happened?"

Song Yaoxu didn't care about his reaction, so he briefly recounted what happened today, then frowned and said worriedly: "Now I've been searching for more than an hour, and I don't know if Zizhen is still okay..."

"If it's his situation, Your Highness doesn't have to worry." Ning Qingwei raised his eyes and looked at the National Teacher Tower not far away, "I brought him back to the National Teacher Tower."

Song Yaoxu: "...Huh?"

He didn't react for a while, and then his eyes were filled with joy, but he was more concerned: "Then how is he doing now?"

Ning Qingwei shook his head: "I picked him up in the snow near the National Teacher Tower. The palms of his hands were heavily pricked by tree thorns, and he caught a cold and had a fever."

It was only then that Song Yaoxu noticed that Ning Qingwei was holding something like a herbal medicine bag in his hand, perhaps he had just gone out to buy it.

His heart twitched, and he followed Ning Qingwei back to the National Master Tower without saying a word.

There was only one bed in the National Teacher Pagoda, so Qi Zizhen was placed on the top floor as a matter of course.

As soon as Song Yaoxu walked up, he saw Qi Zizhen lying quietly in the whiteness.

He was covered with a fluffy and soft quilt, his lips were pale, and his face was rosy. Even in his sleep, he frowned uncomfortably, as if he had fallen into some kind of nightmare.

Lingning sat obediently on the side of the pillow, and didn't cry out when she saw someone coming, and quietly nestled next to Qi Zizhen.

Ning Qingwei dug out the wound medicine and handed it to Song Yaoxu: "Your Highness, apply the wound medicine to him first, right hand. I'll make the medicine."

Song Yaoxu nodded and took it, walked to the edge of the bed and sat directly on the blanket, lifted a corner of the quilt, and couldn't help but take a light breath after seeing Qi Zizhen's palm injury.

The original white palm was stabbed bloody and bloody, and the wound on a fingertip that was almost healed was torn open again, which was horrible.

The tree thorns in the wound were basically picked out one by one, and no remnants could be seen. Star spots of dried blood fell on his wrist, which further highlighted the traces of light blue blood vessels on his pale wrist, which were so fragile that they would break if pinched. open.

Song Yaoxu felt distressed when he saw it, and carefully applied medicine and bandaged him, his movements were very gentle, for fear of hurting him.

Just when he finally finished bandaging and was about to breathe a sigh of relief, the person on the bed murmured in a daze, curled his fingertips slightly, and slowly opened his eyes.

The corners of Qi Zizhen's eyes were rimmed with red, moist and ignorant, pitiful and fragile, which made his heart soften.

Song Yaoxu put down the wound medicine in his hand, stood up and asked softly, "Zizhen, are you awake? How do you feel, but is there anything uncomfortable?"

I don't know if he heard the voice in his ear was too soft, Qi Zizhen blinked, and stored up more tears, so wronged that he seemed to cry at any time.

Song Yaoxu's heart softened into a puddle of water, and he raised his hand to caress the ends of his hair, comforting him softly: "Hey, what makes you feel uncomfortable, can you tell me?"

However, Qi Zizhen stretched out his left hand sideways, gently grabbed a corner of the cloth, like a child about to be abandoned, and said in a hoarse cry: "Mother...don't...go..."

Song Yaoxu: "...?"