After the rebirth, I was picked up by the prince

Song Yaoxu still remembered the last time he saw Qi Zizhen in his previous life.

It was New Year's Eve, in a small leaky house in the suburbs.

When everyone was immersed in the joy of reunion on the eve of the first day, the 19-year-old boy curled up alone in a corner of the small dilapidated house, wearing only a thin long gown.His bare hands and feet were red from the cold, his lips were pale, and his breath was weak, as if he was about to die in the next moment.

Song Yaoxu had inadvertently met the gaze of the young man, and could only see the sadness of utter despair from it.

Obviously at the age of 17, he was still a young boy in high spirits.

In only two years, because of an unjust case, he died alone in the cold prison in the first day.

The cold wind blew through the ends of the hair, and the heavy snow gradually blurred the vision, completely engulfing the inconspicuous purplish red.

Song Yaoxu finally withdrew his gaze, sighed and said, "Go back."

Sighing softly, mixed with crushed snow, it fell to the snow-white ground and gradually melted.

……

On the other side, Qi Zizhen, who closed his eyes and rested his mind, slowly opened them. There was no wave in his dark eyes, like a pool of stagnant water.

It was freezing cold.

"Stop the car."

The cold voice was unusually clear in the small sedan chair, the drowsy boy shook, and instantly woke up, and hurriedly got up to let the bearer outside the sedan chair stop.

Afterwards, the young man stepped out of the sedan chair first, with his head lowered, his body still trembling slightly, he didn't know whether it was cold or fear.

Qi Zizhen didn't look at him, and walked forward step by step, braving the catkins flying all over the sky.

The little servant followed tremblingly, not daring to say a word.

"Crack, click."

The sound of stepping on the snow echoed crisply in the quiet alley, accompanied by the howling of the cold wind, as if seeping into the crushed snow, it hurt people.

The place where the sedan chair stopped was far away from the Prime Minister's Mansion, Qi Zizhen seemed to be unaware of it, and walked smoothly.

The hem of the blue and black clothes rolled slightly with the cold wind, barely covering his thinness.Flying snow scattered on his thin shoulders, falling crystal clear in several places, but it could not bend his straight spine.

He is like the toughest black bamboo in the painting. He is a dead thing, but he is not sinking, living alone in the ice and snow.

The interlacing of black and white, suddenly the wind and snow became his foil.

The snow is still falling.

By the time Qi Zizhen walked back to the Prime Minister's Mansion step by step, his body was already covered with frost.

"Brother Zizhen, you are back!"

At the gate of the Prime Minister's Mansion, a young boy who looked no more than eleven or twelve years old brightened his eyes, and with a thick fox fur in his arms, he trotted up to Qi Zizhen on the snow.

Qi Zizhen's footsteps were slightly stagnant, and he raised his eyes to look at the person who was coming towards him excitedly.

The little boy was wrapped in a snow-white fur-trimmed fox fur, and stepped on a pair of rolled gold-rimmed winter boots. His fair cheeks were flushed red from the cold. Because he was not yet old enough to tie his hair, his long black hair fell loose behind him, and the stars were covered with broken snow. grain.

This little boy is Qi Zizhen's nominal direct brother, Qi Zishan, the young son of the prime minister's mansion.

He ran over with the fox fur in his arms, tiptoed to sweep the snow off Qi Zizhen's shoulders, and said worriedly and reproachfully: "Brother Zizhen, why don't you go out with more clothes? It will be very uncomfortable if you catch a cold! "

The bone-chilling snow was swept away, and Qi Zizhen could see the same spots of snow on Qi Zishan's eyelashes when he lowered his eyes for a moment.

The warm fox fur covered his thin body, and the warm breath sprinkled in front of him, and finally merged with the snowflakes, a sharp coldness.

In his previous life, he was miserably deceived by this friendly "direct relative" younger brother.

Qi Zizhen looked away, turning a deaf ear to Qi Zishan's next concern.

The plain white fox fur was piled thickly on her body, blocking the falling snow and also covering the only trace of ink in the dazzling whiteness.

Qi Zizhen walked forward indifferently, no matter how warmly he dressed, he still couldn't melt away the already hard ice in his heart.

"Brother Zizhen?" Xu Shi sensed the indifference of the people around him, and Qi Zishan's crisp young voice was a little softer, "Did you not listen to Xiaoshan again?"

Qi Zizhen ignored it.

Qi Zishan's expression was even more downcast. He bit his lip, stopped, and carefully grabbed the corner of Qi Zizhen's clothes: "Brother Zizhen..."

In the soft ending is the unresolved pity, the young boy's pair of black and pure pupils have mist, and there are traces of waiting for the snow for a long time on the white face, so that others can't help but look at it Heartfelt pity.

It also made Qi Zizhen recall his past life.

In his previous life, not long after he came in through a book, Qi Zishan knelt down in front of the study for a day and a night on a snowy day because of his nonsense about "wanting to enter the palace". Palace trip.

Since then, Qi Zizhen has been caring for Qi Zishan, and will agree to almost any request he has.

As a result, he didn't know until he was about to die that day and night that Qi Zishan and his companion, Prince Guan's son, had colluded with each other, just to bring him into their chess game logically.

It's amazing to have such thoughts at such a young age.

Qi Zizhen raised his eyes and glanced at Qi Zishan indifferently, then turned and left without mercy.

The corner of the clothes covered with snow was suddenly pulled out from the palm of the hand, leaving only an empty patch of cold wind, pouring straight into the palm of the hand.

Qi Zishan watched the white back gradually go away, and slightly clenched his hands outstretched in midair, and finally he was heartbroken, ran up regardless, and continued to follow Qi Zizhen's side.

This time, he didn't speak any more, and followed quietly with his hands in his hands, with his head down like a child who did something wrong.

Qi Zizhen still ignored him, his eyes were on the front, and all he thought about was about the Shiqin score.

After living again, his only sustenance is Shi Qin, who has always been with him.

Qi Zizhen's courtyard was in the most remote corner of the Prime Minister's Mansion, deserted and deserted without a single servant, the path was covered with thick snow and no one cleaned it, it was desolate and desolate.

The snow fell one after another, raising a burst of white fluff, swaying and falling on the two strings of footprints, covering the footprints little by little, as if no one had ever left traces of existence here.

"Crack, click."

The sound of stepping on the snow continued one after another, one light and one heavy, one fast and one slow, surprisingly not messy.

For some reason, Qi Zizhen unconsciously recalled the clear and gentle sound of the flute on the stone bridge today.

Others may feel that the flute sound is echoing, but he clearly felt that after the flute sound appeared, the sound he struck was unconsciously brought into a completely different artistic conception by the flute sound.

He could tell that only music that was poured with real emotion could have such an appeal.

The sound of the flute was just like Song Yaoxu himself, full of warmth like a spring breeze, even if it was the top of a snow-capped mountain, the place it passed by might be full of spring, gently calming down all the wind and snow.

But they forgot that there are always some beings that can only survive in extremely cold places, and the melting ice and snow will speed up their demise.

Qi Zizhen lowered his head halfway, his eyelashes trembled slightly, and a few spots of fresh snow fell into the cloak, leaving small spots of water on the corner of his gown.

The way back to the house is not too far, even if Qi Zishan was reluctant to give up, he had to stop in front of Qi Zizhen's house, tentatively grabbed the corner of his clothes again, raised his head and looked at Qi Zizhen: "Brother Zizhen, I'm in the house I have asked the servants to burn the brazier, so don’t remove the brazier this time, okay?”

Both inside and outside the words reveal concern that does not know whether it is true or false.

Qi Zizhen glanced at him, and finally replied with one word: "Yes."

This was the first time he responded to Qi Zishan on the [-]th day after his rebirth.It's not because of soft-heartedness, it's just that the memorial ceremony on the [-]th is over, so he doesn't have to continue to deliberately treat himself badly.

However, Qi Zishan thought that Qi Zizhen's attitude had finally softened, his eyes lit up, like a child who was about to eat candied haws, and a smile burst out, as sweet as candy.

He tightened his hand holding the corner of Qi Zizhen's clothes slightly, his nose was red, and he smiled sweetly and shyly: "Brother Zizhen has a good rest today, we will wait..."

However, before he finished speaking, the cloth in his palm was pulled out again, followed by the merciless sound of closing the door.

"boom--"

"...see you later."

Qi Zishan completed the last two words, the light in his eyes gradually dimmed, his palms were refilled by the cold wind, and he was almost unconscious from the cold.

The cold winter wind howled into the cold courtyard, shaking off a few snowflakes, which just hit Qi Zishan's feet.

He looked at the pile of scattered snow, and he seemed to see the white snow mixed with blood stains more than ten years ago in a daze. He felt bored and had nowhere to vent.

After all, it was his fault first.