After the rebirth, I was picked up by the prince

Qi Zizhen had a hazy dream, dreaming of the scene where "Qi Zizhen" mother Wei Qingling died when he was five years old.

In the dream, Wei Qingling's face was pale but she smiled softly, lying on the bed, she let go of Xiao Qi Zizhen's hand.

"Xiaozhen, mother is leaving, can you take care of yourself?"

Xiao Qi Zizhen is not yet five years old, but he is talented and intelligent. He knew his mother was seriously ill a long time ago, and he understood what her mother meant when she said she was going to leave.

His nose was sour, and the bottom of his eyes was filled with heat. He carefully pulled up a corner of Wei Qingling's clothing, choked up and said, "Mother...don't leave, okay? Xiaozhen, Xiaozhen, go and find the best doctor for mother!"

Wei Qingling shook his head, and said in a warm voice: "Xiao Zhen, don't be sad, mother wants to leave. Mother is already very tired, and I want to find someone... who has been waiting for mother for a long time."

She smiled softly, in a smile that Xiao Qi Zizhen couldn't understand.

"It's a pity that I can't watch Xiaozhen grow up, but mother believes that Xiaozhen can take care of herself, right?"

"mother……"

Xiao Qi Zizhen's eyelashes were still stained with crystal tears. He looked at the gentle curvature of Wei Qingling's mouth, and after a long time he raised his hand and wiped his eye sockets sobbing, and nodded vigorously: "Mother, don't worry, Xiaozhen , Xiaozhen must take good care of herself... woo..."

While talking, the child couldn't help sobbing again, but Wei Qingling didn't speak again.

She closed her eyes with a smile, and she would never be able to comfort Xiao Qi Zizhen softly and gently like before.

"mother……"

Accompanied by the immature and suppressed cry of the child, the dream suddenly changed.

Qi Zizhen followed the perspective of "Qi Zizhen" and reviewed the short life of "Qi Zizhen" in a dream.

Less than a month after Wei Qingling died of illness, Qi Zizhen's prime minister father, Qi Yuan, married another regular wife who was three months pregnant.

Out of protection for his wife, Qi Zizhen was arranged to live in a remote corner of the Prime Minister's Mansion, and has been officially left out since then.

Qi Zizhen met Qi Zishan, his direct brother, when Qi Zishan was three years old, and Qi Zizhen was only eight years old that year.He hates and even resents his father and his stepmother, but he also knows that Qi Zishan is innocent.

So when Qi Zishan strayed into his yard ignorantly on a spring day, he didn't blame him, and even patiently played with the child for a whole day.

After that, the relationship between Qi Zizhen and Qi Zishan became better and better. In the end, Qi Zizhen knew that Qi Zishan had poisoned his soup, so he drank it without hesitation.

The dream came to an abrupt end.

Qi Zizhen fell from mid-air to a vast expanse of white snow, and saw the lifeless "Qi Zizhen" lying quietly in an ice coffin.

In his dream, he experienced the monotonous and repetitive past of "Qi Zizhen", and experienced the life of "Qi Zizhen" who gradually went to despair after his mother died of illness.

He knew that the reason why "Qi Zizhen" chose to drink that bowl of poisonous soup was because he had long since had the will to die.

At this moment, he was even a little envious, envious that "Qi Zizhen" could die according to his own wishes, without having to face the heavier suffering that followed.

Qi Zizhen stood up slowly, and walked to the ice coffin of "Qi Zizhen" step by step, and vaguely saw a series of scratches on the ice coffin.

He walked forward slowly, and gradually saw the words engraved on the ice coffin.

[From now on, you will be me, and I will be you, we... have no difference. 】

"From now on, you will be me, and I will be you, and there will be no difference between us..."

Qi Zizhen read the string of words unconsciously, and gently stretched out his hand.The pale fingertips were slightly transparent, almost blending with the ice and snow.

However, just before he was about to touch the ice coffin, a sense of dizziness swept over him suddenly, and the surrounding calm snow field turned into a blizzard in an instant. The insults received.

"Well……"

The blizzard and snow fell heavily on him. In this life and the past life, the original body and himself, multiple pains burst out suddenly, as if they were about to tear him apart, and the palms of his hands ached one after another.

Isn't this a dream?Why...why does it hurt in the dream?

【"madman!"】

【"Naughty animal!"】

【"You deserve to live in this world?"】

【“…”】

【"Xiaozhen, mother is leaving, can you take care of yourself?"】

【"Brother Zizhen, this bowl of soup is for you!"】

【“…”】

Qi Zizhen covered his ears in pain, but all the voices continued to penetrate the eardrums and pierced hard into his heart.

At this moment, the gentle voices of his mother and Wei Qingling came from the blizzard.

"Xiaozhen, happy birthday, you are an adult from today on."

"Xiaozhen, mother is leaving..."

mother……

"Mother... Mother..." Qi Zizhen murmured unconsciously, stretching out his hand with a painful face, as if trying to grasp the only tenderness in the scolding and painful memories, "Don't go... Please don't go... Woo... ..."

The sobbing sound was broken and hoarse, like a wronged and pitiful little animal, trying to keep the only warmth in the wind and snow.

His fingertips were slightly drawn together, as if he had inadvertently pulled a thread of fabric, and a warm feeling came from the tip of his hair.

He also seemed to hear a sigh vaguely, and a different but more gentle tone from before: "Good boy, it's all over, don't think about it anymore."

It's in the past……?What... passed...?

Qi Zizhen struggled to see ahead clearly in the blizzard, and vaguely saw a snow-white, gentle figure—it wasn't his mother, let alone his mother.

There was a nice orchid fragrance on the man's body, which lingered lightly around his side, and it was a reassuring smell.

It is also what he hates, the breath of spring.

A person like him is no longer worthy of the gentleness of spring.

If... If you can go to death in this tenderness, how wonderful it would be...

Dimly, Qi Zizhen seemed to feel that the blizzard was gradually subsiding, replaced by a cold tranquility.

He grasped the corner he pulled and gradually fell asleep again, and even hoped that he would never wake up before losing consciousness.

But hope can only be wishful thinking after all.

It didn't take long for Qi Zizhen to fully regain consciousness. After waking up from a pale dream, he opened his eyes and saw the familiar layout of the National Teacher Tower.

He was still alive, even after he fainted in the snow without hesitation, he was still alive.

"Zizhen?"

There was a soft call in his ear, and he turned his eyes slightly to meet Song Yaoxu's worried eyes.

However, Qi Zizhen's eyes were neither sad nor happy, he calmly acted as if nothing had happened, and moved his right hand slightly to support himself to get up.

Song Yaoxu took his right hand first, and said softly: "Your palm is hurt. Do you want to get up? Come, I will help you."

Qi Zizhen didn't respond, nor did he refuse. With Song Yaoxu's support, he sat up and stared at the bedding motionlessly.

At this time, Ning Qingwei came up with a bowl of soup and medicine, and saw Qi Zizhen sitting on the bed: "Are you awake? Just right, drink the medicine."

He handed the decoction, which had been dried to a perfect temperature, to Qi Zizhen.

Qi Zizhen glanced at the pitch-black soup, took it without saying a word, and drank the soup in small sips.The slender hands that were covered with bandages looked even paler when resting on the ebony medicine bowl, and the pale blue blood vessels exposed outside the bandages could be vaguely seen.

He was drinking the medicine with his head half down, his eyelashes fluttering, and he looked very cute.

——Unusually very well-behaved.

According to Qi Zizhen's original temperament, Song Yaoxu had to persuade him more or less before taking the medicine, but this time Song Yaoxu didn't even have time to speak, so he took it directly.

After drinking the bitter soup, he returned the medicine bowl to Ning Qingwei.Then I heard Song Yaoxu tentatively asking in my ear: "I don't want to stay in the National Teacher Tower for a long time, will Zizhen go back to the East Palace with me?"

Qi Zizhen still didn't speak, but lifted the quilt, got up and adjusted his clothes, and stood silently on one side.

Very obedient, but more like a marionette without emotion, simply following instructions to do things, without the slightest vitality.

Song Yaoxu's heart was a little bitter, and he didn't say anything more. He said hello to Ning Qingwei, took the remaining herbs, and walked out of the National Master Tower with him.

The heavy snow had stopped outside the tower, and the cold wind was blowing like a knife.

"Xiaoshan was quite worried about you before, do you want to meet him first?" Song Yaoxu gently asked Qi Zizhen for his opinion.

Qi Zizhen still didn't answer, and followed Song Yaoxu silently.

Qi Zishan had trouble walking, and Cui Liang usually carried wound medicine with him. Song Yaoxu guessed that they were waiting near the place where they met, and led Qi Zizhen all the way to find them. Sure enough, they saw two people sitting under a tree.

The first person who noticed the two was Cui Liang who was standing. He walked up to Song Yaoxu respectfully and saluted, "Your Highness the Prince." Qi Zishan behind him also hurriedly stood up, looking at Qi Zizhen as if he was delighted, but also as if he didn't know At a loss, in the end, he could only choke out a sentence: "His Royal Highness, brother."

Qi Zizhen glanced at his bandaged palms, turned his eyes away and stopped talking, and stood indifferently behind Song Yaoxu.

Feeling Qi Zizhen's usual indifference, Qi Zishan was obviously disappointed, and saluted again with suppressed emotions: "Thank you, Your Royal Highness, since my brother is fine, Cao Min will leave first."

Song Yaoxu didn't stay long, and called Cui Liang to accompany Qi Zishan back to the prime minister's mansion, and then he and Qi Zizhen went back to the East Palace.

Before leaving the palace, Song Yaoxu and the other servants of the East Palace casually said that they went out for a walk, and when they saw them coming back together, they didn't ask much, and saluted respectfully.

Qi Zizhen didn't intend to stay outside, and walked back silently after Song Yaoxu told him to go back to his room.

After returning to the room, Qi Zizhen found that on the round table was the wooden box where he put the hammers. There was a brand new and exquisite lock on the box, and there was no key next to the lock.

He looked at the lock quietly, without any emotion, let alone any reaction. After a while, he turned indifferently and walked into the inner room.

For the next seven days, Qi Zizhen never stepped out of the room.