After the rebirth, I was picked up by the prince

In the end, Qi Zizhen could only hold an umbrella and try to find the two people who left.

However, he found the National Teacher Tower from Chengming Lake, but he couldn't see them in the heavy snow all the way, and he even went to ask the guards specifically.

"Neither the national teacher nor His Highness has come back." The guard squatting under the national teacher tower shook his head, "Did something happen?"

Qi Zizhen sighed: "It shouldn't be an accident. It's just that they both ran away for no reason. Your Highness seems to be in a bad mood. They didn't hold an umbrella. I'm a little worried."

The snow is getting bigger and bigger. If they don't find a place to avoid the snow, maybe they will be the next ones to get sick.

The guard frowned when he heard what he said: "It's fine for the national teacher to leave suddenly. It stands to reason that His Highness shouldn't leave you alone in this weather."

Having said that, he thought for a while before continuing: "How about this, you go back to the East Palace and wait, I'll help you look for it, if you get something wrong with this kind of weather, it won't be worth the loss."

Qi Zizhen understood clearly, nodded and said softly, "I'm sorry to trouble you."

The guard waved his hands again and again to express that you are welcome, and urged him to return to the Eastern Palace to take a good rest.

Qi Zizhen didn't stay any longer, he nodded and left first.

The flying snowflakes tended to grow bigger. Qi Zizhen passed Chengming Lake again on the way back from the National Teacher Tower. Looking at the frozen lake again, he sighed softly after a while.Speed ​​up the pace to the East Palace.

After returning to the East Palace, he went to Cui Liang immediately and asked about whether Song Yaoxu had returned, but he still only got a negative answer.

Considering his injuries, he walked relatively slowly, and it was already past lunch time when he returned to the East Palace.

Some servants came to inquire about the lunch, Qi Zizhen thought about it and asked them to make two first, in case Song Yaoxu came back later?

However, Qi Zizhen never expected that this "wait a while" had "waited" until the night and did not wait for that figure to return.

The snow that had been falling for a whole day gradually became smaller, and finally there were only a few scattered snow blown from the branches by the cold wind.

Qi Zizhen stood at the entrance of the East Palace, watching countless warm yellow lanterns gradually hanging up in the palace.

The biting cold wind inadvertently seeped into his cuffs, stirring up a chill.

He exhaled a breath of white air, his fingertips were already frozen.

"Young Master Qi..." Cui Liang looked at his weak appearance and was a little worried, "You still have injuries on your body, why don't you go back to your room first? Wait until the palace... His Majesty comes back, and then I will report to you."

Qi Zizhen looked at the empty palace road outside the East Palace, nodded in compromise after a while, and added an extra sentence: "If you see that His Highness is not in good condition when you come back, remember to call the imperial physician first."

After Cui Liang answered, Qi Zizhen took a few more glances outside before finally wrapping up his cloak and going back to his bedroom.

The stove had already been turned on in the bedroom, which cut off the cold wind outside, making it warm and cozy, but it seemed deserted tonight.

It's already time, so for tonight's dinner, he still asked the servants to heat up the remaining half of the lunch to make do with it.

Where did Song Yaoxu and Ning Qingwei go?

Qi Zizhen pinched the center of his eyebrows, feeling tired for no reason.

If Song Yaoxu hadn't come back by the time of Haishi, he really couldn't care so much, even if he had another fever, he would have to go out to find someone in person.

But in such a huge capital city, it is still dark everywhere at night, so where can he find it?

Qi Zizhen sighed again, went to the table and poured himself a glass of warm water, sat in the room and continued to wait.

Fortunately, this time he didn't worry for a long time. About two quarters of an hour later, he heard some noisy voices coming from the yard.

"Young Master Qi is in the room...didn't go out...nothing unusual..."

Cui Liang's voice came intermittently, and his tone seemed to be talking to Song Yaoxu.

are you back?

Qi Zizhen's eyes were brighter, he immediately got up and went to open the door, and happened to see Song Yaoxu in the courtyard waving his hand to push Cui Liang away.

The bright moonlight fell on the plain snow, faintly reflecting a few cold rays, and sprinkled on Song Yaoxu's cloak stained with crushed snow.

After Cui Liang retreated, Song Yaoxu stood alone in the yard, looking at Qi Zizhen from afar.

There was really a distance between them, Qi Zizhen could only see Song Yaoxu standing tall and straight on the snow, not like he was sick from the cold for too long, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

At this moment, Song Yaoxu also suddenly strode towards his room.

Qi Zizhen let go of his heart, and his tone was more relaxed, and he was about to call him.

"Your Highness, you..."

However, before he could start his next sentence, Song Yaoxu, who was striding over, suddenly grabbed his wrist and pulled him into the room, and then closed the door, almost leaving him alone without giving him any time to react. The people circled by the door, leaned over and kissed his lips without saying a word.

Song Yaoxu's body was still soaked in a biting coldness, the warm temperature and enveloping cold surrounded Qi Zizhen at the same time, just like the broken stars and snow particles brought into the furnace fire, the coldness was insignificant but real.

Qi Zizhen was taken aback for a moment, just in time for him to seize the opportunity to drive straight in, and started to plunder almost recklessly.

This is the overbearing that Song Yaoxu never had in the previous two kisses.

He could even feel the strong uneasiness in Song Yaoxu's body, as if he was madly clamoring to possess him.

The crazy plunder and crazy occupation almost took a moment to make Qi Zizhen a little out of breath.

With his back against the cold door, the corners of his eyes were faintly red.

"Hmm... Your Highness... it hurts."

The light and fluttering words fell into Song Yaoxu's heart lake like a light feather, causing several ripples, and suddenly pulled back his mood.

Song Yaoxu looked down at Qi Zizhen in his arms, his eyes were still somewhat dark.

He loosened the restraint on Qi Zizhen, buried his head on Qi Zizhen's right shoulder, and said in a hoarse voice, "Zizhen..."

Qi Zizhen could feel his still strong uneasiness and sadness. Although he didn't know what happened, he reached out and stroked his hair tentatively.

"I'm here."

But for some reason, when he softly dropped the two words, he clearly felt the emotions around Song Yaoxu become more intense, calling his name repeatedly.

No matter how patient Qi Zizhen was, he couldn't bear it after returning several times, and asked, "Your Highness, what happened?"

Song Yaoxu paused for a while, and finally got his emotions together and straightened up. His voice was muffled, as if he was wronged like a child: "It's nothing, I just miss you."

Qi Zizhen: "..."

Why didn't he want to believe it at all.

Qi Zizhen took a deep breath and wanted to ask, but when he looked up, he suddenly realized that something was wrong with Song Yaoxu - his face was a little too rosy.

Without saying a word, he stretched out his hand to touch Song Yaoxu's forehead, it was astonishingly hot.

Just now Song Yaoxu kissed suddenly, and his body was soaked in the chill outside, he didn't realize Song Yaoxu's abnormal body temperature for a while.

Qi Zizhen frowned, and pulled Song Yaoxu to the bedside: "You have a fever, go to bed and lie down, I'll call the imperial physician."

"No." Song Yaoxu held his wrist with his backhand, his tone became stickier than before, like a clingy child, "I want you to accompany me."

Looking at his appearance, Qi Zizhen guessed that he was probably delirious from fever, coaxed him to the bedside and comforted him, "Okay, I'll accompany you."

Then he decisively pulled out his wrist after speaking, turned around and strode out and locked the room by the way, only then went to Song Yaoxu's bedroom to call the imperial physician Cui Liangchuan.

Song Yaoxu came back late, and behaved as usual in front of outsiders. If Qi Zizhen hadn't come here in person, Cui Liang would not have noticed that he was sick, and ordered someone to call the imperial doctor, and then hurriedly apologized.

Naturally, Qi Zizhen would not blame him, and after a few words of comfort, he would go back to take care of a certain king who seemed to have been burnt out.

As a result, just as he opened the door this time, he was almost scared to death by Song Yaoxu who was standing behind the door with a resentful face.

"Hiss—" Qi Zizhen regained his composure, and his expression became helpless, "Your Highness, didn't I tell you to rest on the bed first? Why did you come to the door and stand there to scare people?"

"You lied to me first." Song Yaoxu lowered his eyelashes, as if he was very disappointed, "You clearly said you wouldn't leave, but I couldn't find you."

Qi Zizhen didn't quite understand what he was missing, just when he was burning to the point of talking nonsense, he patiently continued to coax: "I'm back now, can Your Highness go back obediently?"

"If I go back obediently, won't you leave again?"

Song Yaoxu stared straight at him, his black pupils were full of attachment.

Qi Zizhen didn't know why he felt a little guilty, but he didn't show it on his face, and coaxed softly as much as possible: "Well, I'm not leaving."

Song Yaoxu was still staring at him, and after a long time, his eyes became more disappointed, and he said in a low voice, "Liar."

After finishing speaking, he turned around and walked back to the inner room obediently, but his back looked a little lonely.

Qi Zizhen felt as if something had suddenly pricked his heart, and it hurt sharply.

He wanted to follow, wanted to hold Song Yaoxu's hand and say that he was not a liar, but after hesitating, he gave up this idea and followed him quietly.

Even though he knew that Song Yaoxu was a little delirious at this time, he still didn't want to weave a cage of lies for him with a serious taste.

After that, Song Yaoxu didn't continue to say any inexplicable words, and sat silently by the bed, but his eyes were still resentful, staring straight at Qi Zizhen, making his heart feel weak.

Fortunately, the efficiency of the imperial physician was not bad, and he rushed over after a while.

And Qi Zizhen also noticed that as soon as the imperial physician came, Song Yaoxu put away all his childish grievances, his thin lips were lightly pursed, his brows and eyes were cold, and he had the air of an emperor without anger.

It seems that no matter how confused he is, he still knows how to instinctively protect his face as the new emperor.

Qi Zizhen exhaled from the side, waiting for the imperial physician to report to him after the diagnosis.

He confirmed that Song Yaoxu just caught a cold and had a fever, he finally breathed a sigh of relief, and ordered his servants to follow the imperial physician to grab the medicine and decoct it as soon as possible, and then personally sent the imperial physician away.

The room that had been bustling for a while because of the arrival of the imperial physician and his servants became deserted again, Song Yaoxu put away his indifferent appearance again, and stared straight at Qi Zizhen.

Qi Zizhen really lost his temper when he saw him, so he walked to the bedside and asked him softly: "I've already ordered my servants to cook a bowl of hot porridge, and it won't get better soon. Your Highness, please lie down and rest for a while? I'll be on the bed I'll be with you, and I'm not going anywhere."

Song Yaoxu still seemed a little unbelieving, but he couldn't hold back his tiredness. After thinking for a while, he held Qi Zizhen's hand firmly with one hand, and finally showed a satisfied smile.

Too childish.

Now Qi Zizhen just wanted to coax him to rest, let him hold him, helped him to sleep, and then gently covered him with the quilt with his free hand.

Song Yaoxu lay down comfortably under the quilt, his exposed eyes were much clearer and more relaxed than before.

He yawned under the quilt, a layer of mist formed in his eyes, he raised his eyes to look at Qi Zizhen hazily, and said suddenly: "Zizhen, do you know? The snow in Shunhe three years was really heavy, I really want to watch it with you."

Half of his voice was muffled by the quilt, and it sounded muffled.

At first, Qi Zizhen thought he was talking nonsense again, but when he was about to perfunctory, he suddenly remembered that Shunhe three years was mentioned in Ning Qingwei's sentence at the gate of the prison this morning.

Speaking of it, "Shunhe" seems to be the reign name that Song Yaoxu has decided to use next year.