After the rebirth, I was picked up by the prince

After returning to the East Palace, Qi Zizhen took the newly bought wooden box from Song Yaoxu, only to realize that he forgot to bring it back because he was too busy thinking about things along the way, and even troubled the dignified Prince Song Yaoxu to help him take it for a long time.

Song Yaoxu didn't care, he returned the box to him with a smile, and went back to the room to change clothes.

After Qi Zizhen said goodbye to him, he turned and went back to his room.

After he put Wei Qingling's piano score in a sandalwood box, he took the box and prepared to put it on a cabinet next to his bed, when he accidentally found the one he took back when he went to the study for the first time. This poor history book.

Qi Zizhen put the box away, picked up the history book and flipped through it casually.

At that time, he was thinking of putting the book back in the study room the next day, but for some reason, he didn't remember it every time he went to the study room, and kept it until now without knowing it.

There is still a large blank area behind the inferior history books, without any strange things mixed in.

Qi Zizhen flipped through it twice, ready to put it down again and put it back in the study when he remembered it.

But when he was about to close it, he inadvertently saw the last sentence in the history book - "Three years, the prince is three years old, fell into the lake and fell ill".

There was a trace of confusion in Qi Zizhen's eyes.

How could he remember that the last sentence wasn't this one last time?Is it wrong?

Qi Zizhen thought about it for a long time, and finally felt that he must have made a mistake in his memory, and it is impossible for a good book to come up with an extra sentence out of thin air.

He put the book back to its original position, and then went to Cui Liang to ask if there were any wooden swords in the East Palace.

Cui Liang has been with Song Yaoxu for a long time, and he was there when the second prince came to bother Song Yaoxu to practice his sword. After a while of careful recollection, he remembered that the second prince left the original wooden sword before leaving and put it in the utility room .

Qi Zizhen troubled him to help find the wooden sword, and found that the edge was damaged, so he asked for a polishing tool, and planned to re-polish the wooden sword by himself.

That night, Qi Zizhen, who had had dinner, changed into a set of convenient riding and shooting clothes, and went to his yard with a polishing tool for the last bit of polishing.

The mid-spring in late March has become a bit sultry, and occasionally a few insects can be heard, which is not as lively as summer, and it is also sporadically a little more angry.

After another spring rain before, Qi Zizhen made some improvements to the yard, moving in a few more rockery rocks, surrounded a large open space on one side of the yard, planted many flowers and plants, and waited until summer It should be able to flourish.

As for the rockery and strange rocks, he also specially selected various shapes, some of which are very tall, and they are inserted in small places in the lawn, so that you can sit on the lawn by leaning on the tall stones.

Some are relatively short and flat, and can be directly used as chairs to sit on. Some are placed under the courtyard wall, and some are placed outside the open space. They are scattered scattered, with a wonderful messy beauty.

Qi Zizhen actually didn't want to care about these beautiful things, but just to make it convenient for him to sit on the floor when he was bored and basking outside in the sun.

Right now, he was sitting on a low flat stone, with a polished wooden sword beside him, and he was still working on another one.

The moonlight fell on him at night, casting a layer of silvery white radiance, soft and hazy, outlining his thin outline, reflecting the plain black riding uniform, and showing a sense of pride and desolation.

Song Yaoxu stood in the corridor and looked at the people who were focused and serious under the moonlight, but for a while he was reluctant to bother him.

In the end, it was Qi Zizhen who finished polishing the wooden sword, and when he picked it up to check against the moonlight, he happened to catch a glimpse of a figure not far away.

"Your Highness?" He tilted his head slightly, bathed in the moonlight, "Why didn't you make a sound after you came?"

After being noticed, Song Yaoxu didn't continue to stand where he was, and walked forward with a smile: "Seeing that you are so serious, I don't want to bother you."

Qi Zizhen didn't take it seriously, handed one of the wooden swords to Song Yaoxu, and continued: "This wooden sword has not been used for a long time, and many wooden thorns were scraped out. I polished it again, Your Highness, you can try it."

Song Yaoxu took the wooden sword and flicked it a few times, but didn't feel any problem.

"Then let's try sparring first." Qi Zizhen was relieved, put away the tools, walked to the open area of ​​the yard, relaxed his muscles and bones a little, and assumed a fighting posture when he was ready.

"Come on, Your Highness, I will not show mercy during the training period."

Hearing the confidence in his words, Song Yaoxu chuckled and got ready: "I have been caught and practiced by my second brother for more than ten years, and I also have a solid foundation. Zizhen, don't underestimate me."

"Whether it's underestimated or not, you'll know after one fight." Qi Zizhen slightly hooked his lips, and stepped forward quickly, "I'm starting!"

Before the word "Le" fell, Qi Zizhen almost approached Song Yaoxu.

Fortunately, when Song Yaoxu was with the second prince before, the second prince always liked to use this kind of preemptive move. After avoiding Qi Zizhen's move, he quickly turned around, flicked his wrist and went straight towards Qi Zizhen.

"Keng--"

With a crisp sound, the two swords collided, Qi Zizhen quickly retreated half a step, changed the angle and started to attack again, Song Yaoxu took the defense calmly.

But after all, Qi Zizhen practiced more and more seriously, after a few back and forth, Song Yaoxu gradually lost the wind.

"Huh—stop fighting." Qi Zizhen stopped in time after Song Yaoxu tried to explain his moves again.

After going back and forth several times, he almost figured out Song Yaoxu's strengths and weaknesses. He dragged Song Yaoxu to sit on the lawn on one side, and patiently reviewed the game for him from the overall situation to the details.

"Actually, from an overall point of view, His Highness's moves are more defensive, and he is very bad at finding opportunities to counterattack..."

Qi Zizhen spoke very seriously when summing up, and occasionally drew two lines on the lawn with the help of a wooden sword. Even though his face was still as cold as usual, his eyes were filled with dazzling confidence. The dazzling demeanor that I have never seen before.

This kind of Qi Zizhen is so much more dazzling than before, Zhijiao people can't take their eyes off at all.

"...Your Highness? Your Highness!" Halfway through the speech, Qi Zizhen, who realized that the person in front of him was not listening, was a little annoyed.

Only then did Song Yaoxu come back to his senses, and smiled apologetically, "I'm sorry, Zizhen is too good, I didn't recover for a while."

He smiled sincerely, and his eyes were soft, making one really unbearable to be too harsh.

Qi Zizhen, who was full of anger, was discouraged, and talked to Song Yaoxu again.

This time Song Yaoxu listened carefully, and finally nodded to show that he roughly understood what he meant, and got up to practice again.

Qi Zizhen sat where he was, ready to observe his own state when he was practicing sword alone.

But when Song Yaoxu came down from practice, he was leaning on the rockery and fell asleep.

The moonlight spread over the young man's body, reflecting his fair face and the slight blackness under his eyes.

Song Yaoxu recalled that when he was near Qi Zizhen's room last night, he saw the figure in his room illuminated by the candlelight all the time in front of the window.

This is also the reason why he wanted to accompany Qi Zizhen to the Wei Mansion for whatever he said today.

He could see the teenager's uneasiness, although he didn't know why he was uneasy, but he wanted to share it for him.

He wants to be by his side, accompany him through the nights of emotional ups and downs, and accompany him in every joy, anger, sorrow and joy.

Maybe he is really hopeless.

— from a long time ago.

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