After the rebirth, I was picked up by the prince

Considering that Song Yaoxu was still ill, Qi Zizhen didn't ask him what happened, and comforted him in a low voice: "When Shunhe is three years old, I will watch it with you."

Song Yaoxu still wanted to stare at him, but he couldn't hold back the sleepiness. Before going to sleep, he let go of Qi Zizhen's hand, and said vaguely and softly, "Then I will trust you again."

The hot temperature in the palm of his hand suddenly disappeared, but the light words stuck in Qi Zizhen's heart inexplicably.

He heard the sound of breathing in his ears gradually becoming calmer, and there were some unexplained thoughts in his dark eyes.

He leaned down and kissed Song Yaoxu lightly on the forehead.

"sorry."

If Song Yaoxu was able to stand alone by then, he might still break his promise after all.

Qi Zizhen got up from the bed, looked at Song Yaoxu's peaceful sleeping face, sighed after a while, turned and walked to the outer room.

Little did he know that the moment he turned around, Song Yaoxu, who was supposed to be asleep, opened his eyes again, and there was no trace of sleepiness in his eyes.

He watched Qi Zizhen's plain white figure gradually disappear behind the curtain, and a dark color appeared in his eyes, like thick ink that was too gloomy to dissolve, completely different from the naive appearance of a child just now.

Even if his Zizhen had forgotten everything, he was still a little liar.

Song Yaoxu lowered his eyes and restrained all his thoughts, finally he was willing to close his eyes and let himself have a short rest after two tortuous days.

After Qi Zizhen went to the outer room, it took about two quarters of an hour before the servants who were ordered to cook the porridge brought a bowl of white porridge at the right temperature, and he brought it to the inner room to wake Song Yaoxu up.

Song Yaoxu, who had rested for a while, seemed to be in better condition, took the porcelain bowl obediently, and finished the porridge in small sips.

Not long after that, the decoction was also delivered, Song Yaoxu frowned, and quickly returned to his original state, drinking the whole bowl of medicine without changing his face.

Qi Zizhen noticed his little expression just now, and raised his brows lightly. After everyone left, he got up and went to find him a piece of amber candy.

"The imperial doctor said that eating sugar will not affect the efficacy of the medicine. It happens that I still have sugar here. Would you like a piece, Your Highness?"

Qi Zizhen's eyebrows and eyes were slightly curved, and he had a clear smile. After thinking about it, he didn't expect that His Highness, who was usually gentle and reliable, would be afraid of hardship.

He peeled off the wrapper of the amber candy and handed it to Song Yaoxu's mouth.

Song Yaoxu was not pretentious, he opened his mouth to hold the sugar in his mouth, and even licked Qi Zizhen's fingertips lightly when he was not paying attention.

There was a moist and warm touch from the fingertips, and Qi Zizhen withdrew his hand suddenly as if he had been electrocuted. The original teasing smile disappeared, and turned into a light touch of pink on the tips of his ears.

On the contrary, Song Yaoxu's black eyes showed a little more of the usual gentle smile.

It seems that he has probably regained his sanity.

Qi Zizhen curled his fingertips, barely suppressed his emotions, lowered his head and said, "Your Highness, rest well, tonight...I will be with you."

"No need." Song Yaoxu's eyes showed some pure worry, "I just caught a cold by accident, and I'll probably be fine after I sleep. Zizhen, you are not in good health, don't be troubled because of me, I will feel guilty."

Qi Zizhen didn't refuse or agree, so he quickly changed the subject and chatted with him about some light things.

After he finished eating the candy, Qi Zizhen poured him another cup of warm water to rinse his mouth, and reached out his hand to his forehead to confirm that the temperature had dropped before saying softly: "Your Highness, take a good rest, and don't go to bed tomorrow morning." , I will watch the memorial with you when you are better."

Song Yaoxu nodded, and before going to bed, he did not forget to ask Qi Zizhen to go to the prince's bedroom to rest earlier.

Qi Zizhen deserved to be well-behaved, but he didn't leave after he fell asleep.

He had no experience in taking care of sick people before, but at least he had experience with fevers. He was worried that Song Yaoxu's condition would relapse at night, and he didn't want others to take care of him.

Qi Zizhen sat by the bed and watched him quietly, and couldn't help replaying the words he said when he was unconscious today in his mind.

Shunhe three years...

What happened then?

He knocked his head on the pillar at the end of the bed, his thoughts scattered in his eyes.

From Ning Qingwei's expression this morning and Song Yaoxu's words earlier, he could guess that something bad had happened.

But this three years of Shunhe, which life is the three years of Shunhe?

Could it be that he lost some memory in those lifetimes where he committed suicide repeatedly?

Qi Zizhen suddenly remembered the "Biography of the Young Master" again.

The backstory of the biography was updated to the part about Song Yaoxu being able to see the content of the biography. Will it also update the reason why Song Yaoxu is abnormal today?

After thinking of this possibility, he immediately got up and dug out the biography, trying to find the answer.

However, it is a pity that the content in the postscript of "Gong Zi Zhuan" is still only updated to the part that Song Yaoxu could see the content last time.

Qi Zizhen sighed.

It seems that we still have to wait for Song Yaoxu to recover from his illness before asking him.

He squeezed the space between his eyebrows, and fell back on the chair wearily, but because he forgot that there was still an injury on his left shoulder, he accidentally hit it too hard, and the pain made him almost unable to hold back his breath.

"hiss--"

Qi Zizhen controlled his voice and took a light breath, covering the wound with one hand, frowning in pain.

Speaking of which, because he was worried about Song Yaoxu's situation today, he hadn't changed the wound medicine all day.

He will go to Cui Liang for help later when Cui Liang is on the night shift.

Qi Zizhen, who was afraid of pain, sighed, and began to think in his mind how to speak softly to Cui Liang, so as to better preserve his noble and glamorous image to the outside world.

However, before he could think of a one, two, three, there was a sudden warmth on his shoulders, and then a pair of bony hands stretched out in front of him, holding two thin ropes and gently knotting them.

"Didn't I tell you to go back and have a good rest?"

There was some helplessness in Song Yaoxu's voice, and Qi Zizhen could guess his concern at the moment without turning his head.

He paused on the spot, and retorted in a low voice: "I'm just worried that His Highness's condition will relapse."

White fingertips tied the last knot around the string around his neck, and then he heard Song Yaoxu ask in a low voice: "Why didn't you tell the doctor just now that you haven't changed the medicine? It will be even more uncomfortable if the wound is infected."

The muffled voice was very clear in the quiet room, and the warm breath fell on the ears, causing some itchiness for no reason.

At this moment, Qi Zizhen was almost half-embraced by the person behind him, half-lowered his head and obediently admitted his mistake: "Accidentally forgot."

But immediately asked back: "Speaking of which, Your Highness is also sick, why don't you take a good rest?"

"If I don't confirm your situation, how can I rest in peace?"

Song Yaoxu rubbed his head with a smile, and continued: "Go to the bed first, I will change your medicine, so that you don't have to think about how to hint to Cui Liang that you are afraid of pain."

Careful thinking was punctured, Qi Zizhen followed Song Yaoxu back to the bed with a cheeky face, and when he got up, he wanted to take the "Biography of the Young Master" by hand.

But just when his fingertips were placed on the biography, they were gently held by Song Yaoxu.

"Zizhen should not read this book again in the future."

Song Yaoxu glanced at the book, and his expression became a little colder than before, which was an expression that Qi Zizhen seldom saw from his face.

It was cold, as if... he was drunk that time.

Qi Zizhen suddenly grabbed his wrist: "Did Your Highness remember something?"

Song Yaoxu looked at him again, the coldness in his eyes disappeared in an instant, and then turned into a spring-like softness: "I remembered some past events, but those things...you'd better forget them."

Qi Zizhen looked up at him, as if he had to give a reasonable explanation.

Song Yaoxu and him were in a stalemate for a while, but finally lost the battle first, and said with a helpless smile: "That memory should be quite painful for you, even so, do you want to remember it again?"

"But there must be the past between me and Your Highness in that memory." Qi Zizhen looked at him with a serious expression, "I don't want to abandon any memories related to Your Highness."

"If that memory is painful even for His Highness, then I don't want His Highness to bear it alone."

Song Yaoxu met the innocence in his eyes, finally smiled lightly after a while, and said softly: "Well, I will find a way to remind you."

"Remember... the bits and pieces of our past."

Song Yaoxu pulled Qi Zizhen to him and kissed him tenderly on the forehead.

Qi Zizhen sniffed the elegant fragrance of flowers spreading from the tip of his nose, closed his eyes and tried to absorb the warmth of this moment.But before he could feel it for a long time, he heard Song Yaoxu say again: "But if that's the case, then from the next day, Zizhen will accompany me to court, and the speech can be thought of by the national teacher."

Qi Zizhen, who was suddenly announced to go to work early, tried to struggle: "But my injury is not healed..."

"It doesn't matter." Song Yaoxu rolled his eyes and smiled, "These ministers may not be able to take care of themselves these few days, and the morning court doesn't have to last long."

"That's it. I'll call the palace people to make court uniforms for you tomorrow. One day is enough for them to rush out. I'll ask the palace people to make a formal set for you after you officially succeed."

Qi Zizhen, who originally wanted to use court clothes as an excuse, choked his throat and swallowed his words.

Forget it, going to work early can help you adapt to the court situation earlier.

Although Guan Wang said that he wanted to recover from his injuries in the mansion, most of the court was still within his sphere of influence. It was hard to say whether he had left some eyeliner or puppets to secretly manipulate the court under the pretense of not fighting for power.

And now that Qi Yuan is in prison and the prime minister is vacant, they must choose a new prime minister as soon as possible.

At this time, it is much better for two people to observe together than to observe alone.

Qi Zizhen finally chose to agree to go to work early, and was dragged by Song Yaoxu to the bedside to change his dressing.

Since he hadn't changed his medicine all day, he was accidentally involved several times, and the wound and the bandage were almost firmly stuck together by coagulated blood. No matter how careful Song Yaoxu was, he couldn't avoid some pain.

Qi Zizhen held the edge of the bed tightly with one hand, bit his lip halfway and frowned, his eyes were covered with a layer of physiological mist, and the corners of his eyes were slightly red.

He originally wanted to recall some light things to divert his thoughts and divert his attention, but he inadvertently thought of going to the National Teacher Tower to chat with the National Teacher. The National Teacher seemed to mention it to him, and the National Teacher did not have a salary.

In other words, from the day after tomorrow, he not only has to work with injuries, but also works as a voluntary labor without even wages.

Qi Zizhen, who was already in pain, was even more sad.

The author has something to say: I was suddenly notified today that there is a midterm exam for a professional course (God knows why I am still taking the midterm exam when it is almost the end of the semester), so I am late, and apologize QAQ

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