After the rebirth, I was picked up by the prince

When Qi Zizhen met Song Yaoxu's gaze, he could even see the clarity and sincerity in his dark eyes.

As clear and sincere as ever.

Qi Zizhen became even more irritable for no reason.

He knew that the best thing he could do at this time was to tell Song Yaoxu what happened last night, and then listen to Song Yaoxu's explanation.But the boredom rising from the bottom of his heart made him unable to utter a word, and his head was even more dizzy, and he didn't want to think about anything.

Qi Zizhen suddenly withdrew his hand, stood up and said, "Sorry, I think I still need to go back and have a rest."

After he finished speaking, he turned around and was about to leave, but just after taking a few steps, he felt the dizziness in his mind suddenly increase, and then he couldn't control himself and fell backwards, falling into a bitingly cold lake.

An overwhelming sense of suffocation swept over him, and the icy lake water almost seeped into his flesh and blood.

In a haze, he could even see the lake beside him was stained red with blood.

This is... what happened all of a sudden?

He fell powerlessly, without even a trace of strength to struggle, and could only allow his consciousness to dissipate little by little with the fainting blood red.

He only felt that his body was getting out of his control a little bit, just like the feeling he had felt countless times before he was dying.

Is he dying again?

Before Qi Zizhen completely closed his eyes, this was the only thought left in his mind.

Then, he opened his eyes and saw Song Yaoxu, Ning Qingwei, and himself.

On the shore of Chengming Lake, Song Yaoxu was soaked all over, holding in his arms "Qi Zizhen" who had bloodstains around his neck and was no longer breathing.

Standing beside Song Yaoxu, Ning Qingwei slowly squatted down, put one hand on Song Yaoxu's shoulder, and obvious sadness shrouded his usually indifferent eyebrows and eyes.

Qi Zizhen was standing not far from them, and he couldn't see Song Yaoxu's expression clearly because of his viewing angle, but he could roughly guess his mood at the moment from his slightly trembling shoulders.

So is he really dead?

Qi Zizhen lowered his head, looked at his almost transparent hands, and then walked over step by step, reaching out to try to touch Song Yaoxu.

As expected, his hand passed through Song Yaoxu's body.

Now he is in a state of soul.

But why did he die in Chengming Lake?

He clearly remembered that he was still in Chongping County Sheriff's Mansion before he passed out.

Could this be the same as when he returned to the present world last time, just a dream?

As soon as this idea arose in Qi Zizhen's mind, he found that the scene in front of him was suddenly frozen, and then smudged and dissipated like ink.

Then, it was pitch black.

He glanced around, took a step tentatively, and saw a dazzling white light burst out of the darkness the next moment.

He closed his eyes subconsciously, and opened them slowly after the white light flashed by.

Then, he saw that the darkness in front of him seemed to be split into two parts.

On the left is Song Yaoxu holding "his" corpse by the Chengming Lake just now, and on the right is Song Yaoxu in the East Palace listening to Cui Liang's report that "Qi Zizhen" died in prison.

Qi Zizhen can be sure that the picture on the right should be what happened in the previous life, so what is the picture on the left?

Could it be that...during those times when he repeatedly committed suicide, he was picked up by Song Yaoxu?

Qi Zizhen suddenly felt that his mind was in a mess, like a ball of paste, and the more he stirred, the more he lost his thoughts.

And at this moment, he inadvertently raised his eyes to look at Ning Qingwei in the left picture, just in time to see Ning Qingwei turned his head and met his gaze!

Qi Zizhen suddenly woke up from the dream with a jolt.

"Zizhen!"

Song Yaoxu, who was guarding the bed, saw him wake up suddenly, and immediately stepped forward worriedly, his eyes full of worry: "Zizhen, how do you feel? But it's a nightmare?"

Qi Zizhen was still caught in the shock of Ning Qingwei's glance back just now, and raised his hand to grab Song Yaoxu's outstretched wrist: "Your Highness, how many times have you been reborn?"

It was only when he opened his mouth that he realized that his voice was very hoarse and weak at the moment.

Song Yaoxu was about to put a new veil on his forehead, when he heard this, he stuffed his hot hands back into the bedding, and explained softly: "You have a serious fever now, first lie down properly."

Then he answered his question: "I was reborn only once, and it has been going on since I woke up until now. Is it related to Zizhen's dream just now?"

After listening to the answer, Qi Zizhen, who was in a fever, felt his head was in a mess. He stared at the curtain on the top of the bed for a while, but didn't say a word.

He recalled Song Yaoxu, who was extremely fierce after being drunk last night, recalled what happened by the Chengming Lake in his dream just now, and what Qi Zishan said when he confessed to him.

Qi Zishan said that he watched himself commit suicide by the Chengming Lake time and time again, implying that he was reborn eight times with him.

But Song Yaoxu was only reborn once.

Where did his intervening time go?

Qi Zizhen had some guesses in the haze, but he felt that he needed to contact Ning Qingwei again.

His intuition told him that Ning Qingwei must know a lot of things that neither he nor Song Yaoxu knew.

But if his guess is true, then he really misunderstood Song Yaoxu last night.

Qi Zizhen brought back his scattered thoughts, and saw Song Yaoxu still sitting beside the bed, taking care of him tenderly and meticulously.

Xu Shi noticed his gaze, and Song Yaoxu asked worriedly: "Do you feel unwell? Maybe you have to bear it a little longer. I have already asked my attendants to make medicine."

What he said was meticulous and caring, as if he didn't take his temper today to heart at all.

Looking at his still clear and sincere eyes, Qi Zizhen suddenly said, "Actually, I have been reborn eight times."

Song Yaoxu's movements froze, and after a while, he continued to press back the corner of the raised quilt, and then withdrew his hand as if listening carefully.

Seeing this, Qi Zizhen lowered his eyelashes slightly, and said softly, "In my previous life, I was actually starved to death and frozen to death by Guan Wang and Song Jiqi in the cell, so when I was reborn for the first time, my only thought was why Still alive."

"After two betrayals, I was very desperate. After the first rebirth, I chose to commit suicide by the Chengming Lake and died again."

When he said this, he coughed a few times because of his hoarse voice.

Song Yaoxu hurriedly brought a glass of warm water, followed his will to help him up, and brought him a soft cushion to lean on.

Song Yaoxu didn't ask him about the content of what he just said, including "twice betrayal".

After drinking warm water, Qi Zizhen recovered a little, and continued: "After the second death, I opened my eyes and realized that I was born again, so I went to the Chengming Lake to kill myself, and repeated it seven times. When I was reborn for the eighth time, I chose to give up killing myself, waiting to be killed by them again."

This is the beginning of this life.

Song Yaoxu didn't expect that he had experienced so many rebirths before, so he couldn't help holding his hand gently.

Obviously he is a person who is extremely afraid of pain, but he has committed suicide so many times, how many times of despair should he have experienced during this period?

It wasn't until now that Song Yaoxu finally understood why he was so indifferent at the beginning of this life.

Qi Zizhen looked down at the back of the hand that was resting on his palm, curled his fingertips slightly, and held it gently: "Actually, His Highness did agree with the evaluation of the national teacher last night. It is so terrifying that he seems to be a different person."

Song Yaoxu closed his palms together, and asked in a low voice, "Zizhen's wrist and neck injuries... were caused by me, right?"

Qi Zizhen nodded: "Your Highness last night was really fierce. As soon as I approached, I drew out my dagger and made a deadly move, treating me as an assassin."

I don't know if it's because of illness, but his voice is soft, and it sounds a bit wronged.

Song Yaoxu's heart twitched when he heard this, and he felt even more guilty: "...I'm sorry."

Qi Zizhen shook his head again, and continued: "But there is still a doubt about what happened last night. Your highness was very good at martial arts after being drunk last night. I can't beat your highness at all. This is completely different from your normal highness. So at that time I He thought His Highness knew about King Guan long ago, and he has been lying to me all his life just because he pities me."

After finishing speaking, he lowered his head halfway, like a child admitting his mistake: "I'm sorry Your Highness, I am indeed a little irrational today."

Hearing this, Song Yaoxu couldn't bear to blame him, raised his hand and rubbed his head, and comforted him softly: "It's not your fault, it's my fault that I didn't tell you about the rebirth well before."

He had been betrayed like that in his previous life, and Song Yaoxu could understand his intolerance of "deception".

Seeing that Qi Zizhen fell into silence again, he didn't continue to ask about his doubts about his martial arts, and said softly: "You are still sick, do you want to lie down and rest for a while?"

Qi Zizhen thought for a while, but still shook his head: "I want to write a letter to the national teacher, the sooner the better."

Guessing that this was probably related to that suspicious point, Song Yaoxu didn't stop him because of his health. After thinking for a while, he found a small wooden table placed on the bed, and brought pens, ink and letter paper. The ink on the table had been specially ground. all right.

After finishing all this, Song Yaoxu went to the other side of the bookshelf and randomly picked out a book to read, making room for Qi Zizhen, which was very considerate.

Qi Zizhen really didn't know how to explain this kind of thing to him for a while, and a small piece of his heart sank softly when he saw this, and he finally recovered after suffering for a long time.

Considering his own health, he didn't spend too much time writing the letter. After describing the problem clearly and concisely, he pinched the letter paper to dry it gently, and then folded it up little by little.

Seeing that he finished writing, Song Yaoxu put down the scroll and came over, tidied up the pen, ink, paper and inkstone table in front of him and put it aside, then put the letter in an envelope, and said with a smile: "See you later Cousin, I will give it to him."

Qi Zizhen nodded obediently: "Thank you, Your Highness."

Song Yaoxu rubbed his hair with a light smile, and said gently: "You don't need to say thank you too much."

The soft voice fell on the ears, Qi Zizhen raised his eyes to meet Song Yaoxu's eyes as warm as black jade, and finally there was a little smile between his brows and eyes.

At the same time, there was a creak at the door.

Tang Leyuan, who was holding the medicine, pushed open the door and saw the happy appearance of the two of them. He coughed lightly and asked tentatively, "Are you... reconciled?"

The author has something to say: Catch up!

It's too late to thank you, I'm too sleepy, so I put it all together tomorrow, good night, cuties mua