After the rebirth, I was picked up by the prince

Scared by Qi Zizhen's fall from the tree, Song Yaoxu was always worried. He didn't play with the children for a long time before going back to check carefully.

Qi Zizhen felt helpless, but obediently followed him back to Prince Rui's Mansion.

On the way, he looked at Song Yaoxu whose face was full of worry, thought for a while and couldn't help but whispered: "Your Highness, you don't need to be so worried, I'm not that delicate yet."

Knowing what he meant, Song Yaoxu sighed and said, "Actually, I also know that Zizhen is not that weak, but I don't know why..."

Speaking of this, he paused for a while before continuing: "Whenever something happens to you, even if it's just an ordinary cold, I will suddenly feel palpitations, as if just a small change will make you leave forever, so I always I just want to make sure you're all right."

After finishing speaking, he lowered his eyelashes slightly, and his voice became softer: "Does my behavior bother you too much?"

Qi Zizhen looked sideways at him, and after a while, there was a slight smile on the bottom of his eyes: "Of course not, I have won His Highness's favor like this, right?"

Song Yaoxu looked at the clean and simple smile in his dark eyes, couldn't help but stretched his eyebrows, raised his hand and gently rubbed his head: "Speaking of which, Zizhen smiles a lot more recently than before."

"Thanks to Your Highness, I feel better and want to laugh more naturally."

Qi Zizhen bent his eyes, and rubbed into them the fine light that became more and more scorching at noon, which melted the cold frost that had been indifferent. Against the soft green clothes on his body, it seemed that he was walking from the black bamboo in the cold winter to the greenery in spring, lively and agile , more vibrant.

Song Yaoxu was dazed for a moment, and in a trance, he even felt that this is what Qi Zizhen should look like.

Like the proud green bamboo that revives with all things in spring, it brings new and lasting hope.

He couldn't help stretching out his hand, and gently held Qi Zizhen's cold palm.

Qi Zizhen also shook his hand slowly, and returned to Prince Rui's Mansion hand in hand with Song Yaoxu.

After going back, Song Yaoxu checked carefully to make sure that Qi Zizhen was fine, then had lunch with him, and then bid farewell and went back to his room.

Qi Zizhen watched Song Yaoxu leave, then got up and walked into the inner room, and took out the strange history book "The Biography of the Young Master" that he had carefully hidden.

From the words that were consistent with what Song Yaoxu said suddenly popped up in his mind today, and later Song Yaoxu said that he was inexplicably worried, he connected these two things together and felt that perhaps this could not be a coincidence.

Vaguely, he even felt that something was about to come out in his mind, but it was still one step away.

Therefore, he decided to start searching from the "Biography of Gongzi", which had been full of doubts before.

He browsed the contents of the book carefully, and suddenly found that the things recorded in the pages seemed to be divided into two parts.

Before the first sentence of the first part, there is an extra title page, on which only the word "prequel" is written presumptuously.Correspondingly, there is also a page before the second part, which is written as "post-biography".

The clearly written content in the prequel did not change from what Qi Zizhen had seen before, so he turned directly to the second part to read, and saw that what was written on it seemed to be the events of Hongchu years.

"In the first year of Hongchu, Prince Jin was established."

"In the fifth year of Hongchu, the son's birthday."

"..."

"In the 23rd year of Hongchu, the son entered the East Palace."

Qi Zizhen saw a large piece of blurred handwriting and a few clear content word by word, and the more he looked at it, the more frightened he became.

He was born in the fifth year of Hongchu, and entered the East Palace this year, the 23rd year of Hongchu.Could it be... this is actually a biography related to him?

Qi Zizhen's fingertips trembled slightly, and he felt that the feeling that was about to come out in his mind seemed to become clearer.

He hurriedly continued to scroll down, but what followed was a large black blur, and the layout of the paragraphs seemed to be a detailed description of those things.

After flipping through about three or four pages, Qi Zizhen pinched his fingertips at the corner of the paper and paused. Seeing a paragraph of clear handwriting that suddenly appeared, his eyes widened slightly——

"He climbed up the tree with ease, but the moment he got the paper kite, he slipped and fell straight down, falling into a warm embrace.

"Then he heard a soft voice with some trembling and fear in his ears: 'This time, I caught you.'"

It was exactly the same as what suddenly appeared in his mind at that time!

At the same time, countless text fragments were fleeting in his mind. Before he could grasp even a word, he felt as if he was caught in a whirlwind, and the scene in front of him became blurred little by little.

"Well……"

He supported his forehead with one hand, trying his best to get out of the inexplicable dizziness, but in the end he couldn't hold it.

In a daze, he tilted his hands and lay down on the table and passed out.

the present.

The small room was shrouded in darkness, and it was dull and gloomy everywhere. Only the doorbell echoed tirelessly, sharply cutting through the dead silence in the room.

Qi Zizhen, who was lying prone on the table, was awakened by the doorbell, but when he sat up frowning, he froze in place.

He looked at the pot of emerald green succulents placed on the tidy desktop, a thick notebook in the middle of the desk, colorful pens neatly arranged beside the notebook, and a simple solid wood photo frame on the far left.

Finally, he looked at the group photo in the photo frame—it was the last photo of him and his mother when he was an adult in this world.

Apparently, this was the last house he lived in in this world.

But wasn't he just reading that inexplicable history book in his room in the Guest House of King Rui's Mansion?

He is back?

"Ding-dong-"

The sharp doorbell rang again, refilling Qi Zizhen's thoughts that had been blank due to his brain crashing.

He hadn't fully recovered yet, but subconsciously went out to open the door, and saw a man in a red jacket and a black peaked cap standing at the door.

The brim of the man's hat was pressed down a little, and Qi Zizhen didn't see his face clearly before he heard him ask: "Excuse me, is this your courier? The courier seems to have accidentally delivered it to the wrong place."

Qi Zizhen followed his words and looked at the courier slip on the package in his hand, and sure enough, his name and mobile phone number were written on it.

He nodded casually, thanked him briefly, took the package, closed the door and walked back to the living room.

Until then he didn't realize what happened.

——He returned to the present world inexplicably like this...?

Qi Zizhen stood in the deserted and empty living room, looking around at everything he was so familiar with.

He still remembered that he was persuaded to quit because of Brother Chen's incident, and then he rented a one-bedroom house in a remote place, barely eking out a living on the inheritance left by his mother.

He once tried to find a job, but every time the employer avoided him.

Later, he also tried to publish the Shiqin performance video on the Internet, but it didn't take long for someone to expose his "black material" on the Internet.

He knew that this was written by the Chen family, and the purpose was to make him unable to live.

At that time, he actually still had hope in his heart, and whenever he couldn't hold on, he would play the stone qin in the room, day after day, and even sleepless when he collapsed to the extreme.

Later, he realized that he would definitely not be able to continue living here and in nearby cities. After calculating the property left by his mother, he planned to move to a small remote place.

He has always kept in mind what his mother told him, "Live happily", and has always maintained a positive and optimistic attitude. He has even planned the new life he will start after moving away in the future.

However, just the day before he was about to move out, he died suddenly in his room due to long-term fatigue, and when he opened his eyes again, he entered a strange world.

Qi Zizhen stood alone in the living room, his eyes were full of confusion, vaguely mixed with panic and bewilderment.

--what on earth is it?

Could it be that he just returned to the present world without warning?

Or... the experience in Ling Chao's world was just a dream?

Unprecedented panic filled Qi Zizhen's heart, he suddenly rushed back to the room, grabbed the diary on the small bookshelf and turned to the last entry without hesitation.

"November 201, 11X was sunny

I'm about to move to a new city, hope everything goes well. "

November [-]th... He remembered that his last diary entry in this world was two days before moving, and he stopped temporarily because he was too busy.

So he didn't die suddenly at all, but just fell into a long dream because he was too tired?

Qi Zizhen tightly clutched the paper in his hand, his fingertips turned white.

But everything is so real.

He took a deep breath, turned around and walked towards the living room step by step.

There is not even much decent furniture in the lonely and deserted living room, and a simple set of wooden tables and chairs occupies most of the content.

There is no furniture, no other people, no gentle figure who will come to accompany you all the time.

The empty living room was like his empty heart at the moment.

He walked in the living room, confused and at a loss, flustered and sad.

In fact, it should be a day that he has long been used to, but for some reason, he feels bored and uncomfortable at the moment.

At this moment, he accidentally kicked the express package in the middle of the living room.

Speaking of which, what did he buy before?

Qi Zizhen picked up the package in a daze. It was a flat one, which looked like a book package.

He no longer remembers what books he bought before.

Qi Zizhen looked left and right, and finally went to the small kitchen and took a kitchen knife and cut open the package, only to find that the package contained the "Biography of the Young Master".

He curled his fingertips slightly, and turned the pages of the book almost carefully, only to see that the content of the first part of the page was the same as before he "woke up from the dream", only a few lines of clear writing.

But when he turned to the second part, he found that all the content about Hongchu before May 23 was clearly displayed in the second part.

"On the nineteenth day of the first lunar month in the 23rd year of Hongchu, the son and the prince met for the first time on the stone bridge, and the son was indifferent."

"On the third day of March, the young master was wronged and imprisoned."

"On the ninth day of March, the son was released from prison, and the prince waited in front of the bamboo forest."

"On March 21, the young master will stay in the National Teacher Tower."

"..."

After each period of date and brief words, there is a long period of detailed explanation of what happened, which is almost exactly the same as the content in his "dream".

He looked at the record above word by word, looking at the records of all related people since the ninth day of March——

Ning Qingwei, Wei Qingan, Song Shi, Cui Liang, Tang Leyuan, Shouwei, Lingning, countless well-meaning strangers and lively children who met by chance.

...and Song Yaoxu who occupies the largest space.

"Clap."

The warm liquid dripped onto the paper, blurring a neat and neat word "Jin".

He remembered that the original book he so-called "crossed the book" into was this "Gongzi Biography", and the content in it was the story between "Qi Zizhen" and "Song Yaoxu".

He was also very envious of "Qi Zizhen" in the book.

"He" has also encountered pain and despair, but "he" still has a person who is willing to bring "him" out of the darkness, and there is also a person who makes "he" feel the kindness of others again.

And he can only be alone, forcing himself to be optimistic, pretending to be full of hope for the future.

But he himself knows very well in his heart that what awaits him is always only deeper pain and struggle.

He has experienced being betrayed, he has been wronged, he has been so hungry and only has a cold white steamed bun for him to barely survive, and he has experienced purely malicious abuse on the Internet.

In fact, he had already been riddled with holes, but he could only pick up the scattered pieces after the collapse, and curled up in a small dark corner to sew himself up again.

Even if the fingertips had already been poked with needles, they were covered with blood.

"Clap."

There was another soft sound, and a large area of ​​handwriting was blurred into a blur of ink.

Qi Zizhen clutched a corner of the page tightly, lowered his head and couldn't see his expression clearly, only the wet tears on the side of his cheek.

So everything he experienced in Ling Dynasty was just a dream he had because he admired "Qi Zizhen" in "The Biography of the Young Master"?

So all the goodwill he got in "this life" was just a dream?

He looked at the three words "Song Yaoxu" blurred in the water stains on the page of the book, and he seemed to be able to see his gentle smile, gentle voice, and smell the familiar and faint scent of orchids on his body.

He clutched the book "The Biography of the Young Master" and slowly squatted down. With his movements, all the scenes around him were gradually submerged in the cold darkness.

"Your Highness..."

He tried his best but couldn't suppress the tremor in his voice, and couldn't suppress the slightly choked crying.

But at this moment, a light and familiar scent of orchids drifted leisurely around him.He opened his eyes again in a daze, and bumped into Song Yaoxu's worried gaze.

Perhaps seeing him wake up, Song Yaoxu breathed a sigh of relief, and asked softly, "How do you feel? Is there any discomfort?"

Qi Zizhen was still in the ignorant state when he first woke up, and when he heard the familiar gentle voice, mist suddenly appeared in his eyes.

He sat up and hugged Song Yaoxu almost as if eager to confirm, with uncontrollable sobs in his voice: "Your Highness..."

Song Yaoxu happened to be sitting on the edge of the bed, felt the trembling of his body, thought he was having some kind of nightmare, hugged him distressedly, and stroked his hair gently with one hand.

"Don't be afraid, I'm here."

The gentle voice fell gently on Qi Zizhen's ears, like a gentle spring breeze passing by, soothing the uneasiness and sadness in his heart little by little.

A quarter of an hour later, Qi Zizhen, who came to his senses, sat on the bed, folded his hands upright, and a few strands of hair fell on the side of his cheeks, slightly covering the red corners of his eyes and ears, looking very cute.

Seeing his appearance, Song Yaoxu couldn't help chuckling, raised his hand and rubbed his head: "Okay, I won't think you're ashamed."

Qi Zizhen turned his head away, not wanting to look at him.

Song Yaoxu did not continue to let the topic stay on this, and gently brushed his loose hair behind his ears, and asked as softly as possible: "Did Zizhen just have some kind of nightmare? I asked the doctor to take a look. The doctor said that you were trapped by a nightmare and you had to wait until you woke up, so I waited by your bedside for two hours."

So he has been asleep for two hours?

Qi Zizhen was a little dazed, and remembered the dream just now, so he didn't answer immediately.

Song Yaoxu was afraid that he would arouse his bad emotions, so he added with a gentle smile: "Of course, it doesn't matter if you don't want to say it, I'm just afraid that you will fall into a dead end."

Listening to his tolerance as always, Qi Zizhen kept repeating the dream just now in his mind.

He was silent for a long time before he suddenly said softly: "It was indeed a nightmare. I dreamed that everything I met His Highness, everything I have in this life... It's all just a dream."

"After waking up from the dream, I'm still the one who has nothing."

He lowered his head slightly, and his voice was very soft, as if his words would drift away inadvertently, so that no one would have a chance to hear them.

Then he suddenly raised his head to meet Song Yaoxu's gaze: "Your Highness, do you think I am still in a dream?"

Song Yaoxu was taken aback for a moment, and clearly saw the confusion and uneasiness in Qi Zizhen's eyes, as if he was terrified that everything now was just a dream of his own.

The bottom of his heart seemed to be pricked by something, and it hurt sharply.

Although Qi Zizhen's mood is much better now than before, Song Yaoxu will not forget the despair in his eyes in his previous life, nor the indifference in his self-enclosed life in this life.

Maybe it's because he has experienced too many such things that he is now so worried about gains and losses.

Song Yaoxu sat closer, kissed the corners of his red eyes lightly, and smiled softly: "Of course this is not a dream, you are a person worthy of being loved, and people who love you will never only exist in dreams. "

The author has something to say: there are some logical errors in the part of the dream, let me explain that this is not a bug, it is because the dream itself is illogical~

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Thanks to [Li Sansui], [Huaisu] and [Take Xue Yangyang away] three cute nutrient solution mua~