After the rebirth, I was picked up by the prince

"Oh?" Emperor Hongchu raised his eyebrows lightly, "What do you want to say about Xu'er?"

Qi Zishan also looked over subconsciously after Song Yaoxu opened his mouth, but this time Song Yaoxu avoided his gaze, walked all the way to his side, and faced Emperor Hongchu with him.

"Reporting to Father, in fact, Erchen had heard Zizhen's piano by chance a few days ago, and was fortunate to have made acquaintance with Zizhen."

Song Yaoxu stood so close to Qi Zizhen that Qi Zizhen could even smell the orchid fragrance on his body.

Very shallow, but floats around the body and cannot be ignored.Gentle and easy-going, as light and courteous as a gentleman, standing proudly in the spring days of competing for beauty, not fighting or grabbing, and being yourself dutifully, is very similar to Song Yaoxu himself.

Qi Zizhen was feeling dizzy, and after smelling the light smell, he regained his energy a little bit, and stood quietly on the spot, listening to Song Yaoxu's continuation.

"Father's birthday will be two months later, and my son-in-law intends to invite Zizhen to play a special song for his father as a gift. Recently, I am looking for a reason to invite Zizhen to the East Palace to prepare together with my son-in-law."

Speaking of this, Song Yaoxu looked in the direction of King Guan, and continued with a smile: "I never thought about it, but I'm still half a step behind Uncle Huang."

King Guan smiled back when he heard the words: "His Royal Highness has a heart. I didn't expect His Highness to meet Young Master Qi. It seems that today's matter is abrupt."

After Song Yaoxu bowed his head to King Guan, he said to Emperor Hongchu again: "Father, I wonder if I can have the courage to refuse this performance for Zizhen? Otherwise, the gift that I discussed with Zizhen a few days ago may not be acceptable." It counts."

While speaking, Song Yaoxu showed a bit of disappointment on his face, as if he had full expectations and enthusiasm for the "gift", which was unbearable.

Emperor Hongchu didn't care much about the throne he was sitting on. When facing Song Yaoxu, he still acted like an ordinary father. After hearing what he said, he waved his hand and responded: "That's according to Xu'er. But listen When you put it this way, I have high expectations for the performance of Young Master Qi."

Noticing that Emperor Hongchu turned his attention to himself, Qi Zizhen remained calm, and responded with cupped hands: "Thanks to the love of His Majesty, His Royal Highness, and King Guan, Cao Min will and His Royal Highness make preparations for His Majesty's birthday banquet."

"Thank you, Father." Song Yaoxu frowned and smiled lightly, "I still want to discuss with Zizhen about entering the palace to exchange preparations, so I will leave first."

"Okay, let's talk among you juniors." Emperor Hongchu responded with a smile, implying that Qi Zizhen was acquiescing to enter the palace.

Qi Zizhen then resigned, put on his fox fur again, and followed Song Yaoxu out of the imperial study.

A biting chill swept over, instantly engulfing the heat in the royal study.Qi Zizhen didn't get used to it for a while, and almost fell down when he went down the steps.

"Be careful." Song Yaoxu, who was one step behind waiting for him, hastily stretched out his hand to hold him, but frowned when he touched the temperature of his wrist.

Qi Zizhen was so dizzy that he didn't notice that there was something wrong with the people around him, and when he tried to break free after standing still, Song Yaoxu led him all the way forward in the posture of holding hands.

He didn't have much strength at the moment, so he pursed his lips and followed Song Yaoxu's pace because he couldn't break free.

In his previous life, he was the accompanying son of Prince Guan, and he had been to the palace a few times, and he was familiar with the route of entering and leaving the palace. After walking a few steps, he suddenly said, "Your Highness, this is not the way to leave the palace."

"I know." Song Yaoxu didn't stop, let alone let go, his voice was lower than usual, unusually not gentle, "This is the way to the East Palace."

Hearing this, Qi Zizhen frowned slightly, and stopped forcefully: "Your Highness, please let go."

If Qi Zizhen didn't go away, Song Yaoxu couldn't force him to do so, so he stood still at the same spot, turned around and looked at Qi Zizhen with a serious expression: "Tell me the truth, did you start to have a fever since that day?"

Qi Zizhen pursed his lips, tilted his head after a while, and said coldly, "It has nothing to do with Your Highness."

However, due to the fever, his face flushed abnormally, his voice softened slightly, and he was more pitifully weak than the cold and arrogant before.

Reminiscent of his previous life, Song Yaoxu was more helpless besides having a headache, he softened his tone and said half-coaxingly: "But I can't let you continue to spoil your body, at least you have to be well before the father's birthday banquet. "

Hearing the "birthday banquet", Qi Zizhen's eyes lightened.

He entered the palace this time to follow the plot line that his son accompanied him to read. Who knew that he was cut off halfway by the prince. Under the circumstances at that time, it was impossible for him to prevent the prince from stepping down in public, so he could only pretend to acquiesce to what he said.But in this way, what will the original plot become?

Qi Zizhen couldn't think of it, and didn't want to think about it.

Anyway, no matter whether it is going to the East Palace or Guan Wangfu, it is only a death, and it is only the difference between the way of death and the time of death.

Thinking of this, Qi Zizhen closed his eyes and put away other thoughts, his expression obviously softened a lot.

Seeing this, Song Yaoxu's attitude became softer, and he asked softly, "Go back to the East Palace with me first, okay?"

Qi Zizhen didn't reply, but judging from his no longer resisting expression, he agreed by default.Song Yaoxu also stopped pulling his wrist forcefully, and only walked side by side with him, in case he was seriously ill and fainted on the way.

The two walked forward together without incident.

When they arrived at the East Palace, the guard who had gone to the imperial hospital happened to come back with the imperial physician who had been privately invited, so Song Yaoxu took Qi Zizhen to an empty room and asked the imperial physician to feel his pulse.

The result of the final diagnosis is the cold and the fever caused by the wound not being properly treated for a long time, and it is necessary to rest for a period of time.

After sending the imperial physician away, and ordering someone to go with the imperial physician to get the medicine, Song Yaoxu went back to the room to see that Qi Zizhen not only did not recover, but also got more and more serious wounds.

"Are you playing the stone qin again these two days?" Song Yaoxu rubbed his temples, looking at Qi Zizhen as if he was facing a disobedient child.

Qi Zizhen silently retracted his hand into his sleeve, ignoring it and not responding.

Song Yaoxu sighed helplessly, turned around and ordered someone to prepare wound medicine and bandages, and then sat down beside Qi Zizhen.

"I originally wanted you to move into the East Palace in a few days, but your current situation is really bad, so you can just live in this room. If you need anything, just tell me, and I will call someone to fetch it for you. Let me speak for you on the side of the prime minister."

"In the past few days, you can just stay in the house and rest, okay?"

Song Yaoxu's gentle tone sounds more like coaxing a child, and those who don't know may think that Qi Zizhen is his emperor's younger brother.

Suddenly in a relaxed and comfortable environment, Qi Zizhen's suppressed tiredness surged up. He half listened to Song Yaoxu's words, and even forgot to think about what was wrong. He only managed to filter out the words "needed objects" A moment of clarity.

"My Shiqin?"

Shi Qin is more important than life to Qi Zizhen today, as long as Shi Qin is by his side, it doesn't matter where he is.

However, Song Yaoxu replied: "Your Shi Qin is temporarily placed in my room, and I will not let you touch the Shi Qin again until the wound on your fingertips recovers."

Hearing this, Qi Zizhen slightly opened his eyes wide, and his eyes, which usually had no emotional fluctuations, were tinged with vitality, mixed with surprise and imperceptible grievances.

"I want Shi Qin." He looked at Song Yaoxu fixedly, his face flushed so badly that he was obviously burnt out, but he was still thinking about his own Shi Qin.

Song Yaoxu vaguely felt the importance of Shi Qin to Qi Zizhen, just at this time the maid brought the wound medicine and so on, he did not continue to discuss the topic of Shi Qin, and took the wound medicine with one hand and looked at Qi Zizhen.

In the chaos, Qi Zizhen felt Song Yaoxu's rare toughness, Qi stopped talking, his pale lips were tightly pressed into a line, and he stretched out his hand in front of him after a long while.

Due to staying in the room all year round and not going out, Qi Zizhen is thinner than his peers, and his sick appearance makes people feel pity.

Seeing his obedient appearance, Song Yaoxu, who was already gentle, finally couldn't bear it, and said in a soft tone: "Tell me if it hurts, and I will try to ease it."

Qi Zizhen remained silent, from the beginning to the end, he would only bite his lips lightly when he felt pain.

Song Yaoxu paid attention to his expression, carefully and gently bandaged him with medicine.

Not long after the bandage was finished, Qi Zizhen was fed another bowl of soup prescribed by the imperial physician, and then he was coaxed to sleep and rest like a child.

Qi Zizhen, who hadn't slept well in the past two days, was unusually obedient this time. After drinking the medicine, his stomach felt warm, and the bed was made very warm and comfortable, so he fell asleep lightly without knowing it.

Song Yaoxu stood by the bed and looked at the young man's pale face, his eyes filled with worry.After a long time, he stretched out his hand to touch the boy's still hot forehead, and sighed softly.

Just when he was about to take back his hand, he suddenly heard the young man who was not sleeping soundly whispering.

"Mother... Dear... It's hard..."

I don't know if he was in a dream, but the boy's voice was slightly hoarse, as if he was about to cry.

Song Yaoxu knew that his mother had passed away when he was five years old, and his heart softened when he heard it. He moved up a few inches with his unretracted hand, gently rubbed the boy's head, and comforted him softly: "Sleep well, and you won't be sick when you wake up." It's hard."

"Mother..."

I don't know if he felt the warmth of Song Yaoxu's palm, the young man's expression gradually became more stable, and his frown slightly relaxed.

Song Yaoxu smiled slightly, and waited for the boy to calm down completely before tucking up the quilt for him, and then left the room.

On the other side, Qi Zizhen, who fell asleep, had a dream. It was a scene where Yuanchen was sick and uncomfortable when he was young, and Yuanchen's mother Wei Qingling took care of him.

Wei Qingling smiled gently in Mengzhong, sitting on the edge of the bed and gently rubbing "his" head, telling "him" that as long as he sleeps obediently, nothing will happen.

Is it true that as long as you sleep... nothing will happen?

"Qi Zizhen" wanted to ask, but his throat seemed to be blocked by something, and he couldn't utter a single syllable.

"Sleep well, and you won't feel bad when you wake up."

The gentle whisper is like a clear spring under the warm spring breeze, sweet and clear.The little "Qi Zizhen" believed it was true, closed her eyes under the quilt, and fell into a peaceful dreamland.

mother...