After the rebirth, I was picked up by the prince

Song Yaoxu was taken aback by the picture that suddenly appeared in his mind, but when he thought about it, he found that the clear picture had become blurred. After a while, he even began to doubt whether the child he saw just now was real or not. It was Qi Zizhen who was a child.

There is always a certain difference between a person's appearance when he is young and when he grows up, and he has never seen Qi Zizhen when he was young, and he doesn't even know why he subconsciously confirmed that it was Qi Zizhen's figure.

He suddenly felt a tingling pain in his temple, followed by another sound.

"As the crown prince, Song Jin has perverted temperament, is cold-blooded and cruel, and hereby abolishes his position as crown prince as a warning."

... This is his father's voice, but every word in this voice is extremely unfamiliar to him.

When did he ever have a bad temper?When was the crown prince abolished?

Song Yaoxu only felt his head hurting again and again. Countless clips and sounds flashed by quickly, and countless voices were intertwined noisyly. However, he couldn't see a single picture clearly, and couldn't hear a word clearly.

What are these... exactly?

He propped his forehead and stood in place for a long time, until he inadvertently closed the "Gongzi Biography" in his hand, and finally recovered from the bursts of stinging pain, and his forehead was even covered with fine cold sweat ,

He breathed a sigh of relief, looking at the damaged and dilapidated book cover, there was a little more darkness in his eyes that he couldn't even notice.

Song Yaoxu vaguely remembered that when he encountered this book for the first time, Qi Zizhen seemed to ask him to help him get a book called "The Biography of Gongzi".

At that time, Qi Zizhen seemed to have a strange expression when he heard that he hadn't found it, but he didn't take it to heart at that time, he just thought that he really remembered the name wrong.

Now it seems that maybe Qi Zizhen knows something about this.It's just that Qi Zizhen is seriously ill, so it's not appropriate to think too much about it. Let's ask about this book after he has almost recovered.

Song Yaoxu sighed lightly, the original darkness disappeared in an instant, and the bottom of his eyes became clear again.

It was inevitable that he would fall into some strange situation again, so Song Yaoxu didn't continue to look for books to read, and simply sat by Qi Zizhen's bed and guarded him, in case his illness recurred at night.

Fortunately, after drinking the medicine, Qi Zizhen recovered very well, and did not have any new symptoms throughout the night, and even the original fever symptoms had almost subsided in the morning.

The next morning, when Qi Zizhen opened his eyes, although he was still a little weak, he obviously felt that his mental state was much better than when he was groggy yesterday.

He supported with one hand and wanted to sit up, but when he tilted his head, he inadvertently saw Song Yaoxu resting on the bed post with his eyes closed.

Song Yaoxu's eyes turned black and blue, and his breathing was gentle and long, obviously he was tired enough to fall asleep after taking care of her all night.

Qi Zizhen felt a little sorry, originally wanted to get up lightly to let him sleep a little longer, but in the end he made some noises inadvertently after getting out of bed.

Song Yaoxu, who was sleeping lightly on the bedpost, slowly opened his eyes, the eyes were still dazed, and when he saw Qi Zizhen getting out of bed, he gradually became clear, and smiled softly: "Are you awake? Do you feel uncomfortable there?"

It's just that his soft voice is also mixed with obvious tiredness.

Qi Zizhen felt a little distressed, and said softly: "It's much better, Your Highness must have been tired last night, right? Why don't you rest for a while longer."

His voice was still relatively weak, but it was much better than yesterday.

Song Yaoxu shook his head when he heard it, stood up and said with a smile: "I slept for a while before you woke up, it's okay. I heard from Le Yuan last night that you haven't eaten for almost a day. What do you think?" Food? I'll make it for you later."

It is the same caring as always.

Qi Zizhen's heart softened again when he heard it, and he stood on the spot and said obediently, "I don't choose, I will eat whatever Your Highness wants to do."

Song Yaoxu saw that he looked like a good boy, couldn't help but took a step forward, and gently took him into his arms: "It's for you. You have suffered these days, so you should cultivate yourself for a while."

The warm breath sprayed in his ears, Qi Zizhen listened to his deep voice, but his ears turned red quietly.

He knew that what Song Yaoxu said to replenish him was the hug that he struggled to get up last night when he was in a daze from the fever.

It was just his subconscious reaction, but Song Yaoxu actually remembered it seriously.

Qi Zizhen tilted his head slightly, and asked in a low voice, "Just a hug?"

Song Yaoxu froze for a moment, then a chuckle escaped from his throat, he let go of him, rubbed his head and said, "The rest will be done after you recover from illness, is that okay?"

Qi Zizhen still turned his head and didn't look directly at Song Yaoxu, but nodded slightly.

Song Yaoxu smiled and didn't say anything else, went with him for a brief wash and then went out to make breakfast for him.

Qi Zizhen wanted to follow the past and watch on the spur of the moment, in the name of improving his own skills.

Although he has no technology at all.

Of course Song Yaoxu was not willing to reject him at this moment, he just added an extra layer of clothes for him, wrapped it in a thick enough fox fur, stuffed it with a sleeve warmer, and was only willing to rest assured that the whole thing was tightly wrapped.

Qi Zizhen knew that he was afraid of the cold, so he let Song Yaoxu toss him like a big rice dumpling, and then followed him to watch him make breakfast.

But as soon as they stepped out of the tent, they saw Tang Leyuan looking up at the sky with his back to them, and he seemed to be holding something in his hand.

"Le Yuan?" Song Yaoxu called out to him curiously, "Why don't you come in while standing at the door?"

Tang Leyuan turned his head when he heard the sound, said "ah", and seemed to say very leisurely: "The sun is really good today, don't you think so, Aqi."

Qi Zizhen, who was called inexplicably, looked up at the gray sky, his eyes were full of bewilderment.

Could it be that Tang Leyuan also had something wrong with being tired?

He even took a step forward to touch Tang Leyuan's forehead, and asked in confusion, "Did you have a fever?"

Tang Leyuan, who was suspected of having a serious illness, wiped his face and put on a professional smirk: "I'm fine, this is the millet His Highness asked me to find last night, I'm leaving, you're welcome."

While talking, he stuffed the small paper package in Song Yaoxu's hand, then turned his head and left without saying a word.

Qi Zizhen was still confused, and turned to look at Song Yaoxu again.

Song Yaoxu looked at his back and thought for a moment, then said after consideration: "Maybe it's because he appeared in the wrong place at the wrong time."

Qi Zizhen, whose brain is not particularly useful due to illness: "???"

Song Yaoxu didn't get entangled in this topic, took his cold palm, smiled and said: "Let's make breakfast first, it's not good for your health to be hungry for a long time."

Qi Zizhen felt a little regretful about this, but still nodded obediently, and obediently followed to make breakfast.

There was no specific dining room during the march. Song Yaoxu said he was going to have breakfast, but in fact he went to the nearest camp that specially stored pots, pans and ingredients.

He skillfully cleaned the kitchen utensils that needed to be used, then simply selected the ingredients, and started to make breakfast formally in a short while.

And Qi Zizhen said that he wanted to watch him make breakfast, and when he really stayed in this tent, he would feel drowsy from the warm temperature when he lit the fire and cooked porridge.

After Song Yaoxu got off the rice, he turned around and saw him sitting on the pony, sleeping soundly with his head leaning on a stake beside him.

I don't know who is the person who wants to learn the skill.

Song Yaoxu smiled even more, and shook his head helplessly, but still didn't go forward to wake him up.

In the small tent, only the occasional crackling sound of burning fire, and the occasional hunting sound outside the curtains, are quiet and peaceful.

After a long while, there was a little "gurgling" noise in the sound of the firewood burning, and the thick rice porridge and the aroma of medicinal materials escaped from the cauldron little by little with the noise.

Song Yaoxu looked at the medicinal porridge that was gradually being cooked in the cauldron, set up a small table in the tent, filled two bowls of medicinal porridge and let them dry until the temperature was right before calling Qi Zizhen.

Qi Zizhen yawned in a daze, and then he smelled the sweet smell of medicinal porridge wafting from the tent, and his stomach growled twice before he regained his sanity.

Qi Zizhen, who was still half asleep and half awake, immediately woke up, and half lowered his head as if feeling very uncomfortable.

Song Yaoxu rubbed his head with a smile: "Are you hungry? First, eat some medicinal food pads to cushion your stomach. There is a small town nearby. I have ordered people to help buy some ingredients in the morning and come back in the evening." I'll make you some pastries that aren't too sweet."

Qi Zizhen was very helpful to him for his thoughtfulness, and soon recovered from his discomfort, and went to the small table with him to finish a bowl of medicinal porridge.

Worried that he would eat too much at one time and it would be bad for his health, even though he was stared at Song Yaoxu cruelly, he still refused his request to have another bowl, and distributed the rest of the medicinal food to Tang Leyuan, Wei Lingshen, and the guards on duty. Soldiers in front of their camp.

Qi Zizhen, who didn't eat or drink enough, went back to his tent obediently, and after a short rest, he was so sleepy that he went back to bed directly.

The next time he wakes up, Song Yaoxu wakes him up after making a pastry. After eating happily, he soon becomes too sleepy to continue sleeping. For the next few days, he eats, sleeps, and sleeps like this. Not many waking hours.

According to what the military doctor said, he was weak and drowsy, and he will be fine when his body recovers.

Song Yaoxu, who was worried that something happened to him at first, was relieved and let him sleep peacefully, and by the way, let the tired army have a few more days to rest.

At the same time, during this period of time, the remaining 9000 troops led by Qin Gongli officially joined them. Qin Gong resumed his "old business" after learning of Qi Zizhen's physical condition, and also joined the schedule of recuperating his body.

So Qi Zizhen's meals for the day were clearly arranged by them, medicinal porridge in the morning, medicinal diet in the afternoon and evening, occasional dessert after meals, and traditional Chinese medicine three times a day.

After eating, let him digest food for half an hour before going to sleep, and give him a cup of warm water as soon as he wakes up, in the name of drinking more hot water.

After repeating this for four days, Qi Zizhen, who regained some strength, finally realized that something was wrong. After getting up in the morning and drinking a glass of warm water, he sat by the bed and reflected.

The author has something to say: Tang Leyuan: Be confident and remove the seeming.

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Thank you [My Knife] for the nutrient solution mua~