After the rebirth, I was picked up by the prince

After listening to the story and drinking, Qi Zizhen, who had nothing else to do, got up and said goodbye to the East Palace.

Before leaving, he received a pat on the chest from the guard and promised that the "vision" he casually said would come true within five days.

Sure enough, within a few days, Qi Zizhen heard that the business dealings of the Wang family had been exposed for adulteration and omissions, and the shady transactions in private had been dug out. Emperor Hongchu was furious and dismissed the head of the family and thoroughly investigated the Wang family.

In addition, Qi Zizhen exposed the scandal of the Wang family face to face that day, and business partners turned back one after another. No one was willing to lend a helping hand at this time. Guan Wang's lineage even showed that they could not tolerate the attitude of such people at the court meeting that day.

The formerly aloof and invincible Wang family went bankrupt completely, and even faced the crisis of losing their heads.

After the decline of the Wang family, the people in the capital talked about the bad things they had done unscrupulously, and at the same time, it was impossible to avoid mentioning the "prophecy" that Qi Zizhen had made in Jixian Tower.

The people of the capital of the Ling Dynasty are more interested in such topics. The topic of the new Shaota Master, who was rarely mentioned before, has suddenly risen a lot among the people. Almost every teahouse and inn every day Everyone is discussing.

However, Qi Zizhen didn't care much about the changes in the evaluation of the outside world—or after the Wang family suffered retribution, he became too busy to care about the evaluation of the people.

"Do I really have to go up?"

Qi Zizhen looked at the long scroll of prayers in front of him, and his face was full of indifference and lovelessness.

Ning Qingwei raised his eyes and glanced at him, then turned over a page of the book unhurriedly, and continued to read his book: "This is the sixth time you have asked the question."

Qi Zizhen sat in front of the stone table in Song Yaoxu's courtyard, looking at the dense and cumbersome writing, his temples ached.

After the matter was resolved, Ning Qingwei said something. Taking advantage of his current limelight, let him have a small sacrifice, and officially show his face as the young pagoda master.

At that time, he didn't think much about it, he thought he was going to the sacrificial altar to make a show at random, and he agreed immediately, and then Ning Qingwei threw him a scroll that night, saying that the contents inside were the prayers needed for the sacrificial ceremony, and he had to memorize them all. .

And in order to prevent him from being lazy, Ning Qingwei ran to the East Palace to stare at his back every day on the grounds of teaching the sacrifice etiquette of Shaota Master.

God knows that the thing Qi Zizhen hates the most in his life is endorsement, not to mention [-] words in classical Chinese that are awkward and obscure.

If he had known this earlier, he shouldn't have been on Ning Qingwei's pirate ship in the first place.

Seeing this, Song Yaoxu, who was by his side in the early morning, smiled slightly: "The sacrificial words have not changed much over the years. As long as you get familiar with it this time, it will be much easier in the future."

Qi Zizhen's eyes widened slightly: "What's the future??"

Song Yaoxu nodded: "After the official succession, there will be about twice a year, and there will be additional sacrifices when there are major events."

Qi Zizhen froze immediately, and looked at Ning Qingwei faintly: "Didn't the national teacher say that as a national teacher, you only need to be able to speak nonsense?"

Ning Qingwei glanced at him, continued to flip through the book, and said in a cold voice, "Sacrifice ceremony that is related to state affairs, can you tell me one?"

Qi Zizhen was speechless, and struggled to move the endorsement mark on the scroll down one row.

Seeing his listless look, Song Yaoxu rubbed his head with a smile, got up and said, "It happens that you should be tired after reciting for a long time, let me make some sweets."

The devastated Qi Zizhen was not even motivated by the sweets this time, and stared at the long scroll expressionlessly.

Seeing his bitter and bitter appearance for several days, Song Yaoxu smiled helplessly, and went straight to the small dining room.

Not long after Song Yaoxu left, Qi Zizhen couldn't recite it any longer. He spread the scroll on the table and turned to look at the leisurely Ning Qingwei: "How did the national teacher memorize such a long thing in the first place?"

This is not the first time he asked Ning Qingwei such a question, but Ning Qingwei never responded every time before.

This time Ning Qingwei seemed to see that Qi Zizhen had been reciting it seriously for so long, looked at his progress marked on the scroll, and finally answered: "I have never recited it, I just said it casually during the ceremony."

Qi Zizhen: "???"

Ning Qingwei, who had expected him to have this reaction, added unhurriedly: "I grew up in the National Teacher Tower from a young age, and I have long been familiar with the rhetoric rules of the sacrificial ceremony. Can you?"

Qi Zizhen was discouraged.

Not to mention the eroticism, neither he nor the previous "he" has ever participated in a sacrificial ceremony even once, and they don't even understand the rules during it, let alone these things that are so special?

For the umpteenth time, he regretted being shaken by Ning Qingwei.

Fortunately, Ning Qingwei still has some conscience for his only nephew, and raised his hand to put away the scroll on the table: "You don't need to say too much about the small sacrifice, you can memorize it here, and there are still two days before the sacrifice." When the time comes, let me tell you about the process at that time."

Qi Zizhen, who had been tortured for six full days, finally breathed a sigh of relief when he heard that there was no need to carry on his back. He regained his energy and listened to Ning Qingwei's talk about the things that need to be paid attention to during the sacrifice.

In fact, these precautions are also very common. Mostly, it is to maintain the solemnity and solemnity during the sacrificial ceremony, and also pay attention to maintaining the mystery of pretending to be gods and ghosts when on the sacrificial altar, and to choose more auspicious words and so on.

Qi Zizhen listened carefully, and when Song Yaoxu came out again with a small cake, he saw that the originally dull atmosphere had become active.

He walked over slowly, put away the simple pastries, and asked Cui Liang to take out the tea cups and put them in the middle of the table, and said with a smile: "Just take a rest."

Qi Zizhen, who didn't have to be tortured by the endorsement, rekindled his great love for sweets. Although his expression didn't change much, the light flickering in his eyes clearly showed that he was in a good mood at the moment.

Seeing this, Song Yaoxu knew that it was probably Ning Qingwei who said that he didn't need to carry on. He chuckled, picked up the teapot and filled three cups of tea, and then sat back to his original position to enjoy this rare leisure time together.

The slanting warm sun in the afternoon was scattered in a corner of the courtyard, just covering the three people sitting together, spreading out a warm picture leisurely.

On the way, the three casually chatted about some daily topics. Song Yaoxu suddenly seemed to think of something, and asked Ning Qingwei: "By the way, the national teacher, have you confirmed that all the items needed for this sacrifice have been reported?"

Ning Qingwei paused when he picked up the teacup, glanced at Qi Zizhen and continued calmly, took a sip before answering: "Maybe."

Qi Zizhen, who was eating a small piece of sweet-scented osmanthus cake in one bite, met his gaze and always felt that it was necessary for him to find some time to check it.

Ning Qingwei didn't let the topic linger on this for too long, and said after a short while: "The costumes to be worn on the day of the sacrifice are almost finished, I'll have the guards bring them over tonight, remember to try to see if it fits, and take advantage of the distance from the sacrifice. There are still two days left before the ceremony, so there is still time to change it."

Compared with endorsement, an activity like trying on clothes couldn't be easier, so Qi Zizhen responded casually.

However, when it was time to try them on at night, Qi Zizhen quietly looked at the clothes on the bed for a long time, and finally decided to knock on Song Yaoxu's door with the heavy clothes crowned.

In order to highlight the solemnity of the sacrificial ceremony, the costumes he needs to wear as a priest are so complicated and gorgeous that he, who has never worn such a complicated dress, doesn't even know how to wear it.

As the crown prince, Song Yaoxu has a noble status, and there are often important occasions, so he may be able to provide some help.

Song Yaoxu looked at Qi Zizhen, who was standing at the door holding a pile of clothes, and felt a little headache. After a while, he sighed and said: "The costumes for the sacrificial ceremony are the most complicated, and I can't guarantee that I will wear them. Anyway, you come in first." , let's try."

Qi Zizhen nodded obediently, and followed Song Yaoxu with the things in his arms.

Although Qi Zizhen often went to Song Yaoxu's room to play the stone qin before, but he always stopped in the outer room, and this was the first time he went to the inner room.

He followed all the way to the curtained door where the inner room and the outer room were connected. Song Yaoxu, who was walking in front, stopped at this moment and opened the curtain for him.

Qi Zizhen thanked in a low voice, walked in and looked around carefully.

As Song Yaoxu is the prince, the layout in the bedroom is exquisite and simple, and the wood decorations used are all top-grade, elegant but not luxurious.

In a small corner of the inner room, there is also an exquisite incense burner shelf.The slender iron rod looks like a silver-white double-petal sunflower blooming, and the "stamen" floats leisurely with white mist, faintly exuding a familiar orchid scent.

Qi Zizhen lowered his eyes and collected his thoughts. Hearing Song Yaoxu's words, he threw the things in his arms onto the bed, and then obediently stood aside.

Song Yaoxu stepped forward to look through it briefly, and after sorting out the internal and external relations, he picked up an obscene dress that was obviously worn on the inside, and handed it to him with a light cough: "Put this on first."

He looked calm, nodded and started to move naturally in front of Song Yaoxu, and then saw Song Yaoxu holding the clothes and walking around behind him as calmly as possible.

Qi Zizhen was only wearing bottoms, and put his clothes on the side of the screen. The pipa bones behind him protruded slightly with his movements, making him look even thinner and thinner.

The lingering warm yellow hit his back, faintly reflecting a large area of ​​whiteness, except for a hideous scar lying abruptly under the pipa bone.

When Song Yaoxu saw the scar, he didn't even care about his original state of mind, and asked in surprise and distress: "Zizhen, what's going on with that scar on your back...?"

Qi Zizhen was also taken aback when he heard the words, a childhood memory popped up in his mind.

A child less than five years old tried his best to climb a tree full of pear blossoms on a rainy and foggy morning, but when he reached out to grab a pear blossom, his feet slipped and he fell straight on his back. The wooden thorn cut the back.

——That was what the previous "he" experienced.

Because the injury was on the back, Qi Zizhen never cared about it on weekdays.Hearing Song Yaoxu mention it now, I seem to be able to recall the deep sting of sadness at that time in a trance.

Hearing the deep concern and worry in Song Yaoxu's tone, he lowered his head slightly, letting his curled eyelashes cast a shadow on the bottom of his eyes, and said softly: "It was the second day after my mother was buried. I like pear blossoms, so I want to break off a pear blossom in the middle of a pear tree.

"It was raining and the tree was very slippery. I accidentally fell from the tree and got cut by the thorns."

Hearing this, Song Yaoxu couldn't help but stepped forward, and stretched out his hand to gently caress the pale mark.

Qi Zizhen felt the temperature behind him, and continued: "Later, I woke up at a farmer's house, and he happened to go up the mountain to pick me up, and he helped me treat the wound as briefly as possible.

"Later, when I returned to Qi Mansion, Qi Yuan didn't ask anything, but just told me that he would marry a new wife soon, and asked me to move to live in the small courtyard in the farthest corner of Qi Mansion."

"Most of the servants in the mansion look down on me because of this. No one cares about me. This wound, which was not originally deep, has left a scar."

When he spoke, his voice was very soft, as if he was just inadvertently remembering an ordinary past event.

Song Yaoxu's eyes were full of distress when he heard it.

At that time, Qi Zizhen was so young, he had just experienced the pain of his mother's death and yet he was so neglected, he was still so afraid of pain.

The warm yellow candlelight flickered between the two of them. Song Yaoxu half-kneeled behind Qi Zizhen, almost cautiously kissed the scar like a dragonfly, with a hoarse voice.

"In the days to come, I will never let you be wronged in the slightest."

The warm breath sprinkled on the back, and the numbness swayed gently like ripples, bit by bit covering up the original slight tingling.

Qi Zizhen felt the extreme gentleness of the person behind him, and his hands that were hanging on his sides suddenly tightened slightly.

The author has something to say: Hehehe, so it was actually His Highness who initiated www

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Thanks to [Li Sansui] and [Lin Luo] for the two cute nutrient solution mua~