After the rebirth, I was picked up by the prince

In the jujube red sedan chair, Qi Zizhen, who was concentrating on playing, didn't pay attention to the movement outside. He almost devoted himself to the stone piano in front of him.

But even so, all the memories of the previous life are still firmly imprinted in his mind, reminding him over and over again how ridiculous his life was before.

In his previous life, he accidentally traveled from this world to this novel world, becoming the eldest son of the prime minister's mansion who was only 17 years old.

It's just that as a child born by accident, the original body has always been ignored, especially after the death of the biological mother when he was five years old, his father soon married another pregnant person as his wife.

So much so that his status in the mansion was not as high as the youngest son born to this other wife later.

After Qi Zizhen passed through in the previous life, he was sent to accompany the son of Prince Guan's mansion as a tutor.He didn't remember what the plot of the original novel was, but he only remembered that the prince was cannon fodder later.

After reading with Shizi, Shizi has always been very kind to him, gradually Qi Zizhen thought he was an innocent cannon fodder, and devoted himself to helping him.

Then, he was personally sent to prison by the elder son, and he learned that everything before was just used.

All the sincerity he gave was just a joke.

After being wronged and died, Qi Zizhen was reborn back to the first day when he was 17 years old when he came in through the book. He was disheartened and didn't want to change, didn't want to start over, so he committed suicide on the day of rebirth.

Then it was born again.

After repeating this several times, Qi Zizhen chose to give up.

Anyway, in the end it's just another death, so what does it matter how you lived before you die?

At the end of the song, Qi Zizhen changed another song almost without a pause.

It is still a song full of deep-rooted coldness.

At this moment, a melodious flute sound suddenly broke into the cold piano sound, mellow and ethereal, as soft as a warm spring in early spring, dripping into the frozen lake water, trying to melt away the coldness left by the long cold winter.

At the moment when the sound of the flute appeared, Qi Zizhen's hands paused for a moment, and soon resumed playing.

The sound of hand-knocking on the stone qin is generally not too loud, and it is easy to be reduced to echoing under the clear and crisp sound of the flute, but the person playing the flute seems to have deliberately lowered the speed and tune, and followed the sound of the piano.

The warm flute sound and the cold piano sound are intertwined, unexpectedly harmonious.

Surrounded by faint sounds of exclamation.

Qi Zizhen didn't care that much.

He chose to come here to play on the first day of the year, just because he died unjustly on the first day in his previous life, so it can be regarded as a memorial service.

He has nothing to do with what the rest of the onlookers think or do.

The cold and cold sound of the qin is always as cold as ice, and snowflakes float into the already gloomy sedan chair and melt into the cold and hard stone qin.

Qi Zizhen didn't seem to notice it, his back was straightened, only his fingertips remained slightly trembling that few people noticed.

Lonely, proud.

Just like a plum blossom, it exudes a delicate fragrance against the cold wind, and is praised by the world.But no one noticed that the delicate petals trembled desperately when the winter was cold and the north wind was blowing.

"Ding--"

The last piano sound fell heavily, cold to the marrow, as if it wanted to submerge everything around it into a world of ice and snow.

But soon, the sound of the piano was gently wrapped by the soft and slow sound of the flute, to soften the rigidity, and crashed into a warm spring.

One is cold and the other is warm, like the end of winter and early spring, after a long cold, the original warmth and vitality suddenly burst out.

This is completely opposite to Qi Zizhen's state of mind.

When he raised his eyes, he saw a man in white who was still holding a white jade flute in his hand - that was Song Yaoxu, the current crown prince.

In the previous life, the prince who Qi Zizhen was studying with had a good relationship with the prince on the surface, so he was lucky to meet him a few times, and he also knew a little about the prince.

To put it nicely, he is gentle and generous, but to put it bluntly, he is a weak and incompetent useless prince.

Whether to kill or not, he is indecisive, without the bloodiness that an emperor should have.

Speaking of which, his unjust case in the previous life was originally presided over by this useless prince.

Presumably in the end, it was the son who believed whatever he said.

Qi Zizhen ignored Song Yaoxu's concerned expression, and gently stroked Shi Qin in his arms.

After being reborn several times, he doesn't bear any grudges against anyone in his previous life. In the final analysis, he was just too stupid to give his sincere hands to others to trample on him.

——Anyway, this is not the first time he has experienced such a thing.

From this life to the previous life, I have been hurt a lot, so what does it matter?

Out of the corner of his eye, Qi Zizhen caught a glimpse of Song Yaoxu seeming to want to go in this direction, pulled back his wandering thoughts, and said indifferently, "Go back to the house."

"But..." The servant looked at His Royal Highness the Crown Prince who was coming this way, showing hesitation.Qi Zizhen glanced at him, his expression unchanged: "Go back to the house."

The indifferent voice seemed to be mixed with ice balls, which sent chills down the spine.

It just so happened that the cold wind suddenly blew the curtain of the sedan chair, and the young servant was shivering. He didn't dare to say any more, and hurriedly called the bearer to pick up the sedan chair and go back home.

After warming the sedan chair, a gentle voice like warm jade can be vaguely heard.

"Young master, can you please stop for a moment?"

Maybe it was a little far away, the voice was hazy and unintelligible, and it was even more fragmented when the cold wind wrapped in crushed snow blew.

Qi Zizhen's expression remained the same, he sat upright, and lightly rested his hands on the Shiqin.

If the servant had the courage to look up at this time, he would find that Qi Zizhen's fingers had been scratched with red marks at some point, and the dried blood was stuck on the fingertips, which almost merged with the dark red spots on the Shi Qin.

But he didn't care.

He had already been blown unconscious by the cold wind, and he never thought of dealing with the scratches on his fingertips, nor did he think of interrupting the nineteen days of percussion.

He doesn't even care about his life, let alone these minor injuries?

Qi Zizhen tugged at the corners of his sleeves, hid his pale hands in his black clothes, closed his eyes and rested his mind.

The flying white catkins brushed across the car curtain, rubbed the purplish red car wall, landed on the corner of the plain black gown, and landed on the edge of the black gold boots.

Song Yaoxu stood under the stone bridge, watching the sedan chair leaving in the opposite direction gradually submerged in the snow.He still heard the harsh sound of the young man's piano just now, and he kept thinking of the young man's trembling fingertips in his mind.

The snow started to fall heavily.

The guard behind Song Yaoxu held up an umbrella and dutifully blocked the snowflakes, "Master, it's time to go back."

Song Yaoxu stood where he was and watched the sedan chair gradually disappear, with a bit of unconcealable concern in his eyes.

For some reason, he felt that he could hear the deep life behind Shuo Xue from the young man's piano sound. The young man seemed to want to bury himself in a cold and lifeless snow field.

"Master, are you still thinking about that young master just now?" Seeing that Song Yaoxu's eyes did not change, the guard said carefully, "If you are interested, my subordinate...maybe know the identity of that young master."

Hearing this, Song Yaoxu finally looked back at the guards beside him.

The guard glanced in the direction where the sedan chair left, with pity in his eyes: "That young master should be the eldest son of the prime minister's mansion, Qi Zizhen."

In the capital, Qi Zizhen, the eldest son of the prime minister's mansion, was once a well-known figure.

He could read and write at the age of three, and could compose poetry at the age of five. He was so talented at a young age that he became a sensational child prodigy in the capital.

However, after Qi Zizhen's biological mother died of illness at the age of five, the prime minister's mansion married another regular wife who also gave birth to a son. Qi Zizhen, who was able to gain little attention by relying on his talent, became more and more neglected and gradually faded out of everyone's sight.

Since then, whenever the eldest son of the prime minister's mansion is mentioned, no one does not sigh with pity.

It was supposed to be a generation of talents, but in the end it only bloomed with fleeting splendor like fireworks.

After being left out in the cold, Qi Zizhen seldom left the house, and few people knew about his recent situation.The guard also met him a few times by chance when he was on a mission to the Prime Minister's Mansion before, and only then did he know what he looked like.

When Song Yaoxu heard that the guard said that the young man was Qi Zizhen, he was a little bit surprised, and asked again as if he was sure: "Are you sure?"

The guard nodded with certainty: "The last time this subordinate saw Mr. Qi in the Prime Minister's Mansion was on Yuan Day, so I won't remember it wrong."

Song Yaoxu's eyebrows were lightly drawn together, and the doubts in his eyes did not diminish.

At first, he did feel that figure was familiar, but he remembered that the child named Qi Zizhen in his previous life was clearly a lively and lovely person in rich clothes at this time, so he didn't think about him.

How could he become so cold and indifferent like today?

Could it be... that child was also reborn?