After the rebirth, I was picked up by the prince

Qi Zizhen was awakened by the pain.

The piercing pain seemed to seep into his flesh and blood mixed with coldness, it was heart-biting, sore and sore.

Qi Zizhen is very afraid of pain, no matter in this world or after wearing a book.

He didn't feel anything when he was numb from the cold before, but now he felt as if he was in a warm pavilion, and the pain at his fingertips was infinitely magnified.

"Um……"

He grunted in pain, frowned and slowly opened his eyes.

The first thing that catches the eye is the strange lake-blue curtain, embroidered with a large piece of auspicious cloud, dotted with a few clusters of fine gold patterns here and there.

"you're awake?"

A soft voice came from next to his ear, Qi Zizhen followed the voice and looked sideways, and saw Song Yaoxu in a plain black cloak smiling at him, his black eyes were like pure and flawless black jade, as gentle as Song Yaoxu himself.

He was sitting next to Qi Zizhen's hand, very close.

Qi Zizhen, who had just woken up, hadn't come back to his senses yet, his eyes were a little confused, and he stared at Song Yaoxu curiously like a child.

Taking a closer look, His Royal Highness is also very handsome.

Fair face, sword eyebrows and starry eyes, smiling eyes and lips are more intimate and peaceful, and the demeanor and demeanor are all elegant and decent that the royal family should have.

Even wearing a black ink cloak, it is still like a piece of clear warm jade, as long as you reach out and touch it lightly, you can escape from the desperate ice field and be wrapped in the warmth of spring.

Kasuga...

He hates Haruhi.

Qi Zizhen's mood gradually gathered, and he soon came to his senses. While struggling to get up, he said respectfully, "Caomin has seen..."

"You don't need to be too polite." Song Yaoxu quickly put down the things in his hand, leaned over to stop his movement, put one hand on his shoulder, and smiled gently, "You have suffered from severe cold recently and fell into the ice water again. You are still weak, so you should rest In a while."

"The status of grassroots people is humble, so don't worry about your Highness."

Qi Zizhen ignored Song Yaoxu's concern and insisted on getting up.

After a layer of superiority and inferiority, Song Yaoxu couldn't say anything more, but he was only allowed to sit up and Qi Zizhen was not allowed to get out of bed.

He held Qi Zizhen's wrist, his slender and distinct knuckles were slightly gathered, wrapped around the exposed cold white skin, and he was very tough: "You still have injuries on your fingertips, first take care of the injuries."

Then he frowned slightly, as if he felt that his attitude was inappropriate, he let go of his hand and softened his tone: "Sorry, just take it as an order."

Qi Zizhen looked at Song Yaoxu, and could still see an apologetic smile on his face.

The majestic prince of a country only knows how to smile and apologize, so gentle that he has no offensive power.For some reason, Qi Zizhen hated Song Yaoxu's character.

Even though he was in the most dangerous and darkest place, he was as clean as a lotus flower.

I'm afraid that sooner or later they will be eaten away by the mud under their feet.

Qi Zizhen lowered his eyes and looked away without a trace.

He has no intention of meddling in other people's business, the life and death of others has nothing to do with him.

The huge room fell into silence, Qi Zizhen didn't speak any more, and he didn't disobey Song Yaoxu's "command", just like an obedient child.

—He was just a 17-year-old kid.

Song Yaoxu looked at his cold side face, sighed secretly, picked up the muslin cloth stained with medicinal wine and carefully wiped his wound.

Song Yaoxu moved as lightly as possible, but when the muslin touched the wound, he clearly felt Qi Zizhen's fingertips slightly curled inward.

The evasion movements were subtle, and they were quickly restored to their original appearance by pretending nothing had happened, as if they did not want to be noticed.

Song Yaoxu paused and looked up at Qi Zizhen.

The other party still lowered his head, his hair fell gently in front of him, almost covering most of his face, and he could vaguely see the appearance of him biting his lips behind the hair.

Afraid of pain.

There was a gentle smile in Song Yaoxu's eyes, and the movements of his hands were even more gentle.

Silence once again smudged the room.

There is no window sash in the inner room of this room, and the whole room is full of flickering candlelight, making Qi Zizhen unable to tell what time it is.

He sat quietly on the bed, with chaotic thoughts in his mind, trying to cover up the tingling pain from his fingertips with the messy past.

Just at this moment, there was a sound from the curtain door separating the inner and outer rooms.

"Brother Zizhen! You finally woke up!"

Qi Zizhen raised his eyes habitually, and saw Qi Zishan walking in with a steaming bowl, his eyes were full of surprises.

He strode towards a round wooden table to put the things in his hand, turned around and saluted Song Yaoxu indiscriminately, and then trotted to Qi Zizhen's side.

"Brother Zizhen, how do you feel now? Is there any discomfort? Do you still feel cold?"

Qi Zishan's eyes were misty, and the corners of his eyes were reddish. He looked like he had just cried, "I'm sorry, brother Zizhen, if...if I didn't call you suddenly just now... woo..."

The child began to cry while talking, biting his lips and trying to swallow all the sobs, it was so pitiful.

Qi Zizhen glanced at him, but still ignored him.

On the other hand, Song Yaoxu just finished applying the medicine for Qi Zizhen, reached out and rubbed the child's head, and said with a smile, "The ice noodles in the center of the lake are already thin, so you don't have to feel too guilty about it."

Qi Zi became shy when he realized what happened, wiped his eyes hastily, and smiled embarrassedly: "Thanks to His Royal Highness for helping me."

Song Yaoxu smiled back, and then looked at Qi Zizhen again: "Your fingertip injury has not been treated in time, and the situation is not very good. You should not play again in the near future, and take care of your injury first."

Qi Zizhen didn't answer, and looked down at his left hand that was resting on the quilt.

On the three scratched fingertips, the dried blood was wiped away, and the hideous red marks were wrapped and covered by a clean bandage, only the pale fingertips that were almost integrated with the bandage could be seen.

He retracted his fingertips slightly, and suddenly said, "What time is it?"

The indifferent voice suddenly froze the originally peaceful atmosphere in the room.

"Brother Zizhen..." Qi Zishan gently tugged at the corner of the quilt, quickly looked in Song Yaoxu's direction and continued, "Sorry, Brother Zizhen has become quiet since the accident a few days ago. blame."

Song Yaoxu understood what he meant, and smiled gently: "It's okay."

Then he answered Qi Zizhen's question: "It's time. You haven't had your meal yet? If you don't mind the Yangchun noodles that Xiaoshan brought just now, you can eat more."

Qi Zishan also hurriedly echoed: "Small... I used it in the dining room before, and it tastes great!"

"No need." Qi Zizhen refused indifferently, and when he lifted the quilt and was about to get up, he realized that his clothes seemed to have changed.

Although they are both plain black clothes, the fabric is more delicate, it looks light and thin, but it is thick and warm.There is also a cluster of fine gold thread embroidered patterns at the cuffs.

At the same time, another person came in from the curtain door, looked at Qi Zizhen and said indifferently, "You can't miss breakfast."

Qi Zizhen followed the prestige, and saw a man walking in with a stack of clothes.

The man was wearing a black long gown and a black mask with thin golden auspicious cloud patterns on his face. He couldn't see his face clearly, only the indifference in the black eyes under the mask.

Different from Qi Zizhen's indifference in life and death, this person is more just not interested in foreign things and...as if he can see through everything with arrogance.

Qi Zizhen met his gaze inadvertently, and his movements froze slightly.

Intuition told him that this person was not ordinary.

Xu Shi noticed Qi Zizhen's thoughts, Ning Qingwei quickly looked away, put the clothes in his hands on a chair beside him, and said, "Ning Qingwei."

Qi Zizhen pursed his lips and remained silent.

It is impossible for the two indifferent people to chat, and in the end Song Yaoxu eased the atmosphere in the middle, and said with a smile: "This is Mr. Ning's other courtyard, and Mr. Ning cooks the breakfast himself."

From Song Yaoxu's tone, Qi Zizhen could clearly hear his respect.

In the whole world, the only person that His Highness the Crown Prince respects, except for that weak emperor, is probably...

"Caomin has seen Master Guoshi."

Qi Zizhen got out of bed and saluted in a regular manner, but there was not much respect in his expression and demeanor.

Whether it is the prince or the national teacher, he is not interested in the powerful and the like.

Ning Qingwei looked at Qi Zizhen's thin figure, then lowered his eyes, and said calmly: "Excuse me. Let's have breakfast."

"Thank you, Master Guoshi." Qi Zizhen got up as he said, and stood in front of the bed but didn't intend to eat.

Song Yaoxu stood up behind him, and said with a slight smile: "It turns out that Mr. Qi recognizes the national teacher. I'm sorry, but I didn't intend to conceal the identity of the national teacher."

"Your Highness is honorable, so there is no need to apologize to the grassroots." Qi Zizhen took half a step away to put distance between Song Yaoxu and Song Yaoxu.

Song Yaoxu paused for a while, and finally turned to Ning Qingwei: "I have something to discuss with the national teacher, and Xiaoshan will come here for a while."

Qi Zishan glanced at Qi Zizhen, then at Song Yaoxu, finally answered "Yes" and hurriedly ran to Song Yaoxu and Ning Qingwei, and left the room together behind them.

After they left, Qi Zizhen stopped where he was, staring at the curtained door.

Since his good brother in his previous life, he has been thinking about how to climb up. He thought it was convenient for him to fall into the water today.

After a while, he looked away, and finally sat down on the side of the round wooden table, looking at the bowl of Yangchun noodles on the table.

The heating inside the house is full, and the noodles are still steaming, decorated with a handful of green onions, the beige and green complement each other, and the appearance is very good.

The wound on the fingertips was still aching, Qi Zizhen held the chopsticks lightly, and ate all the Yangchun noodles bit by bit slowly.

After eating a bowl of Yangchun noodles, Qi Zizhen was satisfied, and got up to take back the clothes on the chair.

The clothes were still soaked in a warm residual temperature, presumably they were brought over directly after they were dried.

Qi Zizhen stroked the pattern on the corner of the cloak, and finally found a small pendant from his pile of clothes.

The small pendant is a small rabbit made of porcelain, only the size of three fingers, exquisite and exquisite, it was a birthday gift given to him by Qi Zishan two years ago.

Qi Zizhen didn't like to accept favors in vain, although he knew that this little rabbit could not be worth the help of the prince and the national teacher today, but it was also a way for him to draw a line between the two.

He put the little rabbit on the table, changed back into his clothes behind the screen, folded the changed clothes, and then walked out of the room leisurely.

There were no figures of the three outside the door, they must have gone to the side.

Qi Zizhen was not very interested in what they wanted to talk about, so he walked out of the room and out of the courtyard step by step.

The morning sun after the heavy snow was just right, falling lightly on the body, not feeling too much temperature, only shining white on the ground.

Few servants passed by in the yard, and Qi Zizhen didn't intend to ask anyone for directions, so he groped his way out of the mansion with his general familiarity with the structure of the usual courtyard and the path that had been cleared of snow.

On the other side, when Song Yaoxu returned, the room was already empty, only the empty bowl on the table and the neatly folded clothes on the chair remained.

He sighed helplessly, and when he approached the table, he suddenly found that there seemed to be a gadget next to the empty bowl.

Is it a porcelain bunny?

Song Yaoxu reached out to pick up the little rabbit, and his hands were warm and cold.

After a while, he chuckled lightly, with pure gentleness in his black eyes.

Pretty cute.