After the rebirth, I was picked up by the prince

Song Yaoxu's gentle voice was deliberately suppressed a little lower, and the warm breath fell on the tips of his ears, as if he was whispering some love words, which tickled people's hearts.

... Isn't it just a love story?

Qi Zizhen lowered his head slightly, raised his arms to hug Song Yaoxu, took a breath of the familiar orchid fragrance on his body, and lowered his voice.

"As long as it is Your Highness, I will not be afraid."

He buried his head on Song Yaoxu's shoulder, and there was still a bit of the smell of alcohol in the room on his body, which was very shallow, as if it would be dissipated by a little wind.

Song Yaoxu felt a few strands of Qi Zizhen's scattered hair rub against his neck, making it itchy.He raised his hand and rubbed his head, and said indulgently, "Then let's go back first."

The season of white dew is over, the weather is getting cooler gradually, and the evening wind in Chongping County is mixed with a few traces of coldness.

Ordinary people may only feel a little cold. Qi Zizhen, who is not in good health, needs to add more clothes. Song Yaoxu is also afraid that he will catch cold if he stands for a long time in the evening wind.

Qi Zizhen, who was nestled in Song Yaoxu's arms, nodded obediently, let go of him, and took his hand instead.

The dry palm quickly wrapped his icy knuckles lightly, conveying warmth in the cool night breeze.

The sheriff of Chongping County became a deserter when the Wumeng army attacked, and her whereabouts are still unknown. The newly transferred sheriff is still riding a horse from an unknown corner. Master, he defaulted to Song Yaoxu's management for the time being.

After Song Yaoxu recaptured Chongping County today, he arranged for people to properly sort out all the property looted by Huyanyangxia in the county guard's mansion, and return it to the people in the city at a later date.

In addition, he also ordered people to prepare the room, and they can move in directly when they want to rest at night.

Song Yaoxu placed his and Qi Zizhen's rooms in the guest courtyard, two adjacent rooms, very close to each other.

When they went back, someone had already taken a jar of wine and put it in Song Yaoxu's room.

Qi Zizhen had a simple understanding of wine, and when he took off the lid and smelled it, he knew it was indeed a good wine.

He took out a clean porcelain cup and asked casually, "Where did your Highness buy these wines?"

"It's a commoner who was rescued by us today." Song Yaoxu smiled, and took the wine glass from Qi Zizhen's hand, "The wine they make is very famous in Chongping County, and there are enough wines in the cellar, I will Bought most of their wine."

Hundreds of civilians were rescued from the battlefield today. Song Yaoxu went to the place where the civilians were resettled immediately after the battle ended, and asked about these related matters by the way.

In addition to the drinks, most of the dishes in the celebration banquet were made by the people of Chongping County at the expense of money, as well as various chores of organizing the space and arranging the army, which were regarded as simple appeasement to the people of Chongping County.

The people of Chongping County have long heard the name of His Highness the Crown Prince's benevolence and righteousness, and because of the remote location, they don't know much about some of the Prince's political affairs. After today's battle, they preconceived that the Crown Prince must be an excellent and qualified prince. Could not be better.

It can be regarded as initially gaining some prestige.

Qi Zizhen was happy to see the success, went to the table and poured himself a cup of tea, and saluted Song Yaoxu with tea instead of wine: "This cup is my respect to Your Highness."

Song Yaoxu raised his hand with a smile, and lightly clinked his glass with him.

The two of them didn't stand in the room. After clinking glasses, they sat down at the table and chatted while drinking.

It didn't take long for Song Yaoxu to feel overwhelmed with alcohol, his eyes became slack, and his cheeks were flushed.

"Hmm... so dizzy." He rested his forehead with one hand, his brows were slightly furrowed, and he looked drunk.

Qi Zizhen looked at the wine in his hand that hadn't been poured yet, and smiled dumbly.

It seems that His Royal Highness, who is pure and kind, really doesn't drink very well.

He got up and covered the wine jar again so as not to waste the good wine, and then turned to help Song Yaoxu to rest.

Although he was very curious about what Ning Qingwei said about "too scary like a different person", he didn't want Song Yaoxu to feel too uncomfortable.

But when he looked back, Song Yaoxu had already rested on the table.

A slight smile flashed across Qi Zizhen's eyes.

He fell asleep when he was drunk, and looked quite peaceful, it didn't seem to be too scary.

Sleeping on the stomach like this in Zhongqiu's night is easy to catch a cold, with Qi Zizhen's body, there is no way to carry Song Yaoxu to the bed.

He walked over unhurriedly, trying to wake Song Yaoxu up and take him to bed.

But at this moment, Song Yaoxu, who was lying on the table, seemed to be alert, and suddenly got up from the chair.

Qi Zizhen was taken aback by Song Yaoxu's actions, and before he could open his mouth, he saw white light flashing, and a strong smell of alcohol rushed towards him wrapped in cold wind——

It was the dagger in Song Yaoxu's hand!

Qi Zizhen was startled, and immediately bent over to avoid it, and then he did a backflip and jumped out of Song Yaoxu's attack range.

However, Song Yaoxu's reaction was faster, and he dodged with a dagger in his hand to attack Qi Zizhen again!

In a panic, Qi Zizhen didn't have time to think about it, and was afraid of hurting Song Yaoxu, so he turned sideways to avoid his attack again, and was in a defensive posture after several rounds.

The warm yellow candlelight was flickering in the room, Qi Zizhen caught a glimpse of Song Yaoxu's expression inadvertently, but saw that his face was stern, and the bottom of his eyes seemed to be as cold as frost.Every move is mixed with a strong killing intent.

He really wanted to kill himself.

But why the hell does Song Yaoxu carry a dagger with him? ? ?

After resisting the point of the knife constantly stabbing at the door of life for so long, even Qi Zizhen, who was as indifferent as Qi Zizhen, couldn't help but irritably swear at this moment.

Why is the gentle and gentle prince so fierce when drunk! ! !

Obviously Song Yaoxu couldn't beat him in melee combat on weekdays!

……and many more.

Qi Zizhen suddenly realized something was wrong at this moment.

However, Song Yaoxu didn't give him time to think, and seized the opportunity of his dazed mind to come over with a knife!

Qi Zizhen, who couldn't dodge in time, was directly pressed against the wall by him, and the cold blade was pressed against his fair neck, and it only needed a little movement to cut through the delicate skin.

He was surrounded by Song Yaoxu in a small space, and the strong smell of alcohol occupied all the surrounding smells.His wrist was also tightly grasped, which was painful.

Qi Zizhen raised his eyes to look at Song Yaoxu who was close at hand, but he could only see indifference in his dark eyes.

A strange and powerful aura pressed on him, almost making him breathless.

——This is not the usual aura that Song Yaoxu would have.

"Ajin..."

Qi Zizhen tried to call softly, but Song Yaoxu's eyes only became more fierce.

He held the dagger back slightly with his wrist, and in an instant there was a light streak of blood red on Qi Zizhen's neck, and his deliberately low voice was indifferent and distant: "Who are you to send the assassin? How dare you call Gu by his name?" ?”

Qi Zizhen frowned in pain, and a physiological mist appeared in his eyes, and now he completely understood the meaning of Ning Qingwei's comment.

It's fine if you don't recognize someone after drinking, but if you catch someone, you'll act like an assassin without saying a word, and whoever the hell can stand it.

Unconscious Song Yaoxu did something that he himself regretted, Qi Zizhen decided to temporarily compromise, change back to his usual address, and said with pain and difficulty: "Your Highness, I... am not... an assassin."

Song Yaoxu remained extremely vigilant, narrowing his eyes slightly: "Then why did you sneak up in Gu's bedroom?"

"I just saw His Highness sleeping on the table, and I was worried that His Highness would catch a cold." Qi Zizhen kept his tone as calm as possible, and continued, "I don't have a single weapon in my body, how can I assassinate His Highness?"

When he spoke, his voice was a little weak, and the corners of his eyes were still slightly red. His thin figure was almost vulnerable when he was pushed against the wall, and he really didn't look like a threat.

Song Yaoxu recalled that when he attacked before, the people in front of him seemed to have never fought back.

He loosened the restraint on Qi Zizhen, his eyes were still full of strange scrutiny: "Gu has never seen you in the palace before, who are you?"

Qi Zizhen took advantage of this gap to breathe a sigh of relief, and raised his hand to touch his neck, only to feel a tingling pain and a little bright red.

It was really cut, and the wrist was clenched, leaving a circle of marks.

He shook his hands and looked up at Song Yaoxu.

Before the celebration banquet, Song Yaoxu had bathed and changed his clothes. Under the warm light, Song Yaoxu's plain white clothes lost the softness of the past. The dagger in his hand reflected a dazzling white light, which was so cold that it seemed to split the only warmth in the room. It was very cold in the cool autumn night.

Qi Zizhen didn't dare to leave this fierce Highness alone for a long time, so he replied honestly: "I am Qi Zizhen."

"Qi...Zizhen...?" Song Yaoxu was dazed for a moment for some reason, his eyes widened slightly, and then he came back to his senses, his eyes became colder and colder, "No, you can't be Zizhen, why do you want to?" Pretending to be him?"

Feelings are only remembering people but not faces.

Hearing the familiar address in his words, Qi Zizhen raised his eyebrows lightly: "How can your Highness be sure that I am not Qi Zizhen?"

Speaking of this, Song Yaoxu, who was full of hostility, suddenly fell silent.

Qi Zizhen thought he was trying to recall what he looked like, and waited patiently for him to speak.

However, after a long time, Song Yaoxu replied hoarsely: "Because Zizhen is already dead."

"... was killed by me."

Qi Zizhen was taken aback for a moment, and looked up at Song Yaoxu's eyes filled with guilt and self-blame.

What does Song Yaoxu mean by this sentence?

Could it be...he was also reborn?

At this moment, Qi Zizhen felt as if a basin of cold water was being poured on his body, and he shivered from the cold.

In his previous life, when Song Jiqi locked him in a dilapidated house to keep him cold, Song Jiqi once revealed that he would be cleared of his charges shortly after his unjust death, and Song Yaoxu, who was presiding over the case, would definitely feel guilty for his unjust death.

According to Song Yaoxu's personality, if he was really reborn, then he would treat him so well in this life must be because of guilt.

Combined with his abnormally high force value after being drunk today, Song Yaoxu might have discovered King Guan's plot before his death in his previous life.

So what is his indecision in this life?

Is it fun to lie to him because he is pitiful?

Qi Zizhen stayed where he was, only feeling the chill of the autumn night.

The author has something to say: Song Yaoxu: I am not I have no Zizhen, listen to my explanation QAQ

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Don’t abuse me~ Your Highness will explain clearly to Zizhen after sobering up in the next chapter, the relationship line is still very sweet ww

In addition, everyone who guessed after drinking before was cute. Don't forget that His Highness does not recognize people after drinking!At this time, if he should mess around with relatives, Zizhen will beat people (although Zizhen also wants to beat people now)

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Happy 520, little cuties, mua!