After the rebirth, I was picked up by the prince

"Your Highness?"

Qi Zizhen's eyes were still covered with a layer of mist, showing a little bit of confusion, and the slight movement of tilting his head exposed a small piece of his fair neck.

Then he saw that Song Yaoxu's ears turned red a little, and he turned around with the things in his hands in a panic, "Holding, sorry, I'll wait for you in the outer room."

Qi Zizhen watched helplessly as he was about to run towards the pillar of the room, pointed to the other side and said, "Your Highness, the door curtain is on the right, and there is a wall over there."

"Ah good." Song Yaoxu turned his footsteps and headed towards the curtain like the wind.

Seeing his almost fleeing figure, Qi Zizhen, who reacted a little slower, raised his eyebrows lightly.

As expected, very innocent.

He didn't continue to think about it, he simply tidied himself up before walking out of the courtyard.

Song Yaoxu was sitting in front of the table in the outer room. Seeing him dodge his eyes a little after he came out, he smiled slightly: "Come and drink a bowl of hangover soup, while it's still warm."

"Yeah." Qi Zizhen responded, purposely sat on the chair next to him, and picked up the hangover soup on the table.

After taking a bath, Qi Zizhen's body temperature was a little higher than usual, and the smell of alcohol was washed away, leaving only the light fragrance of saponins lingering around his body.

He sipped the hangover soup in small sips, his eyelashes drooped slightly, casting a small shadow at the bottom of his eyes.The soft hair hangs behind her back, dizzy with water vapor, cold and obedient.

like a kitten.

Song Yaoxu's throat moved slightly, he got up and poured himself a cup of tea.

However, just as he put down the teapot, his wrist was suddenly pressed gently by soft warmth.

Qi Zizhen had already finished drinking the hangover soup, looked at the cup of tea in Song Yaoxu's hand, and frowned slightly: "The tea is from yesterday and has not been replaced, so please don't drink it, Your Highness. If Your Highness is thirsty, I'll go get a new one first."

As he spoke, he gently pulled out the teacup in Song Yaoxu's palm and put it aside, stood up and wanted to go out.

Song Yaoxu hurriedly responded: "No need, it's not absolutely necessary, Zizhen, just take a good rest."

Seeing that his expression did not seem to be fake, Qi Zizhen took a few more glances at him before retracting his movements, and sat back in his seat just now.

After this little episode, Song Yaoxu calmed down and talked about today's business: "Imperial Brothers heard that your Shiqin caused a vision a while ago, and they all want to hear your performance with their own ears."

The noon banquet on Emperor Hongchu's birthday was mainly for senior officials and ministers. Except for Song Yaoxu, the other princes did not participate, so they missed the vision at that time.

Now Qi Zizhen's state of mind has changed a lot, and he has no objection to this, and he should be straightforward.

Song Yaoxu bent his eyes and smiled: "Then let's go to the South Study Room together after lunch today, just so you can make some preparations."

Qi Zizhen nodded in response, chatted briefly with Song Yaoxu, agreed on a specific time, and then watched him leave.

"Squeak..." the door sounded, Qi Zizhen also stood up, and went to the inner room to find the music score left by Wei Qingling.

Since he got the score, he spent a certain amount of time reading it almost every day, repeating it several times without getting tired.

He remembered that there were a few songs in the music score that were more lively and lively, and could be used in Shiqin performance, which was more suitable for children to listen to.

While there was still some time, he took out the Shiqin and practiced it a few times. After lunch, he could almost play the piece in its entirety.

Qi Zizhen breathed a sigh of relief, and went to the inner room to change a set of clothes.

Because he wanted to see the child, he changed into an ivory white gown with lively gray-blue flower and bird patterns embroidered on the cuffs.

At the same time, he also put on a gray-blue mandarin jacket. On the mandarin jacket there are large clusters of lifelike white epiphyllum patterns, and there are a few agile butterfly patterns on the patterns, which can just be combined with the long gown.

The scattered hair was also simply tied up by him with a light blue headband, with a small blue and white tassel hanging from each side.

Compared with the usual plain white clothes and black clothes, Qi Zizhen at this moment is more youthful, handsome and elegant, clear but not cold.

Even Song Yaoxu who came to look for him to set off with him couldn't help being stunned for a while.

Qi Zizhen himself seldom dressed like this. Seeing that Song Yaoxu was silent, he asked in a low voice, "Is it because I don't dress well?"

Before officially becoming the national teacher, Qi Zizhen, who bears the name of the master of the young pagoda, actually has no status, and he is still the humble one when it comes to superiority and inferiority.

Song Yaoxu came back to his senses after being asked, and smiled, "No, it's just that I rarely see you dressed like this. It suits you very well."

The princes didn't have much time to rest before the riding and archery class, so they didn't stay at the door any longer. They called Cui Liang to help move the stone qin and set off from the East Palace together.

The heavy rain has stopped in the afternoon, and the fresh air is soaked in the smell of soil, flowers and plants after the rain, which is particularly refreshing along the way.

The princes may have also been informed by Song Yaoxu early, and when they arrived at the South Study Room, they saw the little princes at the door looking forward to the stars and the moon.

Among them, the happiest one was Song Shi, the tenth prince who was more familiar with Qi Zizhen.

"Brother Prince! Brother Qi!"

Song Shi, who was standing at the front of the princes, rushed over quickly when he saw someone, and hugged Song Yaoxu directly.

Song Yaoxu rubbed the child's head with a smile, and said softly, "Okay, you're still so tired after growing up, your brothers and sisters are going to laugh at you."

Song Shi stuck out his tongue, then ran to pull Qi Zizhen's clothes, raised his head and asked, "Can brother Qi play today?"

Qi Zizhen looked at the child with pure and innocent eyes, saluted and said softly, "Yes."

Hearing this, Song Shi was even more excited, and couldn't wait to ask Cui Liang to put the Shiqin away.The rest of the princes were not familiar with Qi Zizhen, so they couldn't help but look forward to it.

Under the expectant eyes of the children, Qi Zizhen walked up to Shi Qin to recall the score, and after a while, he dropped his fingers and tapped.

The crisp sound flows slowly from the keys of the stone qin like a clear spring, like the ding-dong water flowing in the mountain stream in spring, cheerful and lively, free and agile.

After the rain, the warm sun poured down, scattered on Qi Zizhen's side, on the wet ground under his feet, and on the plants behind him that hadn't dried from the rain, enveloping him lightly and softly in a beautiful after-rain scene.

The little princes were all sitting on the sidelines listening intently, their eyes were either amazed or intoxicated.

At this moment, a younger prince pointed to the place not far away and said in surprise, "It's a butterfly!"

The rest of the little princes subconsciously turned their heads to look, and they saw a few butterflies flying over outside the palace wall, all the way around Qi Zizhen's side.

One lightly landed on Qi Zizhen's shoulder, one quietly stopped in front of Shi Qin, and the others swirled around Qi Zizhen.

In addition, there were a few small birds chirping and flying over, landing on the ground not far away, and one of the small birds held a small willow branch in its mouth.

Qi Zizhen was not disturbed by them, his fingertips rose and fell, and the notes on the keys were smooth and light, as if blending into this vibrant scene.

After the song was played, the princes sitting on one side couldn't calm down for a long time.

A few small sparrows chirped and jumped a few steps forward, fluttered their wings, fluttered their wings, and disappeared into the blue sky beyond the restraint of the palace wall.A few scattered butterflies circled a few times and gradually flew away.

Qi Zizhen was still sitting behind Shi Qin, with a straight body and an indifferent expression, proudly independent in the beautiful spring.

"Brother Qi is amazing!"

Song Shi was the first to applaud, and the rest of the princes followed suit, and they all flocked to Qi Zizhen, curious and admiring.

Qi Zizhen seldom had the experience of being surrounded by so many children, but he still behaved very calmly, patiently answering questions from the princes, and let a few curious children try to play.

The scene was once very harmonious and harmonious.

During this period, he raised his head and forgot to look in Song Yaoxu's direction, and saw Song Yaoxu was still sitting in the previous position, and smiled gently at him after noticing his gaze.

"Brother Qi, I want to play Shiqin too!"

The child's crisp voice called Qi Zizhen's gaze back. He looked down at the prince who was unknown, nodded and said, "Your Highness, just play if you want, just be careful."

The little prince who got the permission looked happy, and studied Shi Qin curiously with Song Shi.

Qi Zizhen sat in his original position and took care of the children and Shi Qin until it was time for the children to go back to prepare for the riding and archery lesson in the afternoon. Then he finally bid farewell to the reluctant princes and set off for the East Palace with Song Yaoxu.

Just at this time, the originally clear blue sky was shrouded by a few gray dark clouds again, and a few raindrops began to fall again.

Not long after that, the raindrops became bigger and bigger, and the icy cold liquid dripped on the body, leaving small water stains.

Qi Zizhen slightly looked up at the sky.

It will be another continuous spring rain that won't stop for a while, but they didn't bring umbrellas when they went out.

Song Yaoxu beside him also frowned: "There is still some way to the East Palace, why don't we find a place to shelter from the rain first?"

Qi Zizhen nodded, and followed Song Yaoxu's footsteps turning to the other side, but he didn't know if it was because the wind in the spring rain was a bit cold, so he sneezed within a few steps.

He rubbed his nose, and when he was about to continue walking, his drooping right hand was suddenly wrapped gently by a warm palm.

"Hands are cold too, but did you catch a cold?" Song Yaoxu's eyes were tinged with worry, which was hazy and soft in the spring rain.

Qi Zizhen was stunned for a while, then gently held it back, and when he was about to answer, he sneezed again.

Now Song Yaoxu couldn't care less about what to say, he took him to find a nearby palace room and asked for an umbrella, and told Cui Liang to go back to the East Palace first and order someone to prepare hot water before summoning the imperial physician.

Qi Zizhen didn't think it was necessary to make such a big battle, so he quickly said, "No need, it's just a sneeze, there's no need to call the imperial physician."

"What if I catch a cold?" Song Yaoxu didn't quite agree, put his hand on Qi Zizhen's shoulder after holding up the umbrella, "Let's take a bath and change clothes as soon as possible."

In fact, Qi Zizhen's body was only wet on the surface of the clothes, which didn't affect him at all.

But he smelled the scent of orchids getting closer to the tip of his nose, and finally said nothing, walking all the way back to the East Palace at such a distance.

There was not much conversation between the two of them along the way, it was quiet and the atmosphere was not strange and awkward.

After returning to the East Palace, the hot water was ready, and Cui Liang went to the imperial physician but had not yet returned.

Song Yaoxu directly sent Qi Zizhen back to the door of the room, urging him to take a bath and change clothes as soon as possible, and before leaving, he did not forget to remind him: "I will bring the imperial doctor with me later, you... remember to get dressed before coming out."

After finishing speaking, he said goodbye in a hurry and left first.

Qi Zizhen watched his back disappear into the rain, turned back to the room in a good mood, and prepared for the second bath for today.

This time, he was in much better condition than in the morning, so he didn't get confused by washing, and he was dressed neatly according to Song Yaoxu's instructions.

It's just that when he walked to the bed to take a short rest, he couldn't help but sneezed again, and his head ached a little.

You won't really catch a cold, will you?

He rubbed his temples, and sat on the edge of the bed to try to relax a little.

However, until there was a knock on the door, his headache didn't go away much.

Qi Zizhen supported his forehead for a while, and then got up to open the door, but as soon as he stood up, a sense of dizziness swept over him.

His legs went limp, and he fell straight to the ground with a plop.

"Zizhen?!"

Song Yaoxu at the door seemed to have heard the movement in the room, the voice could not be heard clearly through the door, but the anxiety in his tone was very clear.

Then Qi Zizhen heard the sound of him pushing the door open and entering.

"Zizhen, how are you?" Song Yaoxu, who almost rushed in, saw Qi Zizhen who had fallen on the ground, and quickly stepped forward to help him up.

Qi Zizhen stood up with his strength, went to the edge of the bed and sat down again, then shook his head and replied: "It's nothing, it's just that my legs suddenly felt weak."

Hearing this speech, Song Yaoxu didn't feel that he was fine, so he asked Hou's imperial physician at the door to come in and take his pulse.

This imperial physician Qi Zizhen also recognized him, it was the one who came to treat him when he entered the palace for the first time in this life.

On the way the imperial physician took the pulse, Qi Zizhen was not energetic, his eyelashes drooped slightly, and his lips were slightly pale.

Song Yaoxu felt distressed when he saw it, and immediately asked when the imperial physician withdrew his hand to feel the pulse: "How is it?"

The imperial physician didn't answer immediately, but instead asked Qi Zizhen: "Master Shao Pagoda often caught cold or got sick a while ago?"

Qi Zizhen recalled the nineteenth day when he was just reborn, and glanced at Song Yaoxu with a worried expression, and nodded silently.

The imperial doctor sighed, and finally said: "Reporting to Your Highness, Master Shao has suffered from severe cold and caught cold several times, leaving the root cause of the disease, which makes it easy to suffer from physical weakness and headache after receiving even a little cold."

Song Yaoxu frowned even deeper, and hurriedly asked: "Then is there any remedy?"

"It can only be recuperated in the later stage, and remember to drink less alcohol and eat less spicy food." The imperial doctor shook his head, "The master of the Shaota is not nutritious, and the diet can be properly strengthened in addition to the recuperation."

Song Yaoxu looked at Qi Zizhen, who was sitting quietly on the edge of the bed, and couldn't help but recall his thin and pale body under the baggy underwear this morning, and the intuitive thinness when he held his shoulders on the way back just now.

Compared with his peers, Qi Zizhen is really too thin, and his thin shoulders seem to collapse with just a slight pressure.

The more Song Yaoxu thought about it, the more he felt distressed, so he simply called Cui Liang who was following behind, and told him to ask the palace servants to add more portion to Qi Zizhen's meal.

Qi Zizhen, who didn't have a lot of food, tried to struggle: "It's better not to... I can't eat too much by myself."

"That's right." Song Yaoxu thought for a moment, and then said to Cui Liang again, "Then I'll include Zizhen's meals from today, and I will eat with Zizhen in the future."

That's not what Qi Zizhen meant, but he still wanted to struggle, but when he raised his eyes, he met Song Yaoxu's worried eyes.

It is full of the purest concern.

He didn't want to be treated as a child by Song Yaoxu, nor did he want to be treated as a "weak" party.

But such gentle care made him unable to refuse, even...

Want to ask for more.