After the rebirth, I was picked up by the prince

Qi Zizhen and Song Yaoxu didn't intend to believe his so-called fighting poison with poison.

Song Yaoxu stepped forward slowly and put the food box on the small table. While setting up the lunch in a leisurely manner, he said to Qi Zizhen, "Zizhen, go and find all the wine from the national teacher, it is temporarily confiscated."

Qi Zizhen, who originally had this idea, nodded, and first took away the jar of wine with ice in front of Ning Qingwei.

Hearing this, the guard on the other side said happily: "I know where the national teacher likes to hide the wine! I'll help you!"

After finishing speaking, he ran to Ning Qingwei's most secret wine cellar and brought out four, five, six, seven or eight jars of wine, neatly stacked near Song Yaoxu and Qi Zizhen.

Ning Qingwei hesitated to speak a few times, looked up and saw Song Yaoxu who was smiling softly at him after finishing his lunch, but still swallowed all the words silently, sitting quietly with Ling Ningan in his arms, looking at him A pitiful and aggrieved look.

Qi Zizhen dug out all the wine that could be found on the top floor, and put it together with the ones brought by the guards. There were more than a dozen jars.

It was impossible for them to bring all the wine back to the palace, so the three ignored Ning Qingwei and discussed together, and finally decided that the guards would keep it on their behalf and return it to Ning Qingwei when he recovered from his illness.

Ning Qingwei, who was the most senior present at the scene, was single and weak, so in the end, he could only hug Lingning without saying a word, and accept the arrangement obediently.

However, not long after, Lingning, the only one who could soothe his wounded heart, meowed again when Qi Zizhen approached, jumped out of his arms, walked catwalks to Qi Zizhen's feet, and wanted to hug him coquettishly.

Ning Qingwei, who was hit hard, chose to be autistic, turned his back to the crowd, and looked out the window at the long white snow.

Seeing his appearance, Qi Zizhen still had a helpless smile in his eyes.He knelt down and touched Lingning's soft white hair, his voice slowed down: "I'm injured, so I won't hug you."

After speaking, he grabbed Lingning by the back of the neck and put it back into Ning Qingwei's arms.

Lingning didn't know if she understood Qi Zizhen's words, she meowed after returning to Ning Qingwei, but she still nestled peacefully and didn't run out again.

Ning Qingwei's mood recovered a bit, and he put one hand on Lingning's body and stroked it gently.

Song Yaoxu, who was on the side, also came over at this moment, and said with a smile: "Lunch is ready, let's have dinner together, and it will be past the lunch time later."

Qi Zizhen nodded when he heard the words, and took Ning Qingwei to have dinner with him.

In order to avoid waste, Song Yaoxu considered the food intake of the four of them. The simple herbal meals on the small table did not look simple, but it felt like a family sitting together.

He even prepared Lingning's portion and put it in a small bowl, so that Lingning could eat with them in the middle between Qi Zizhen and Ning Qingwei.

Considering Ning Qingwei's health, they didn't talk about any complicated and boring business at the dinner table this time, but picked some trivial daily topics as topics, and finished the whole lunch in a relaxed atmosphere.

Song Yaoxu has succeeded the emperor, and he didn't have much free time to stay in the National Teacher Tower. After lunch, he packed up his things, and together with Qi Zizhen, he told Ning Qingwei to take good care of his illness, and then he took his leave and left.

Before leaving, Qi Zizhen didn't forget to talk to the guard alone and ask him to take care of him more.

The guards themselves were working for Ning Qingwei, and he patted his chest in response when he heard the words, telling the two of them not to worry, and to concentrate on their work.

Only then did Qi Zizhen and Song Yaoxu leave in peace.

But on the way back, Qi Zizhen remembered Ning Qingwei adding ice cubes to the wine jar today, and his brows were slightly frowned, with some belated confusion: "Speaking of which, the national teacher shouldn't be so careless about his body. Do you have to drink ice wine while you are sick?"

Song Yaoxu glanced at him, eyes immersed in other thoughts, and said: "Actually, the national teacher is really fighting poison with poison."

"...Eh?" Qi Zizhen paused, as if he didn't expect such an answer.

Song Yaoxu smiled lightly, but there was more melancholy in the smile: "The national teacher feels different from ordinary people when he is sick. The national teacher said to the outside world that he is resistant to drugs, and that minor illnesses all heal on their own. Above all, from our point of view, ordinary colds, minor ailments and minor pains are like a rush to the national teacher, and ordinary prescriptions are useless at all."

Qi Zizhen had never heard of this kind of situation before, and after a while he asked, "Is it a problem left over from the past when the national teacher was in poor health?"

Song Yaoxu nodded, and continued to talk to him about the details that Ning Qingwei had never discussed with him in depth.

At the beginning, Ning Qingwei only casually mentioned Wei Qingling when he was talking about Wei Qingling with Qi Zizhen, and mentioned his frailty when he was young, but he didn't specifically say that he was recruited from all over the country by the help of his former national teacher. The precious medicinal materials barely survived.

He was warmed up in the National Teacher Tower for more than ten years, and he finally regained his physical foundation when he was sixteen or seventeen years old. As long as he maintains emotional stability, he can basically be no different from ordinary people.

But in that year, Wei Qingling was forced to marry into the Qi Mansion, and the former national teacher thought that his health was almost recovered, so he went out for a wandering. The body turned sharply again.

And at the age of 23, the year when Wei Qingling died of illness, Ning Qingwei had a relapse and nearly died. Fortunately, a friend from the former national teacher's medical family came to him at this time and saved his life in time.

But also after that, when Ning Qingwei got sick, he seemed to be in a hurry. He looked deserted on the outside, but in fact he felt burning all over his body. Ordinary medicinal materials were useless to him.Most of the medicinal materials that can save him are strange herbs with strong medicinal properties and strong toxicity.

Therefore, apart from the serious illness, Ning Qingwei could only choose to overcome the minor illness on weekdays by himself.

But in a later time, Ning Qingwei accidentally discovered that iced spirits could slow down his condition, but this method would make his body worse, and the next time he fell ill, the condition would be even worse, so it was only suitable for emergency use .

Ning Qingwei planned to do this today, probably because he was worried about the unstable situation in the court.

After Song Yaoxu finished speaking, he sighed and said, "I'm anxious to let you accompany me to court, but I'm actually afraid that the national teacher will get sick because of yesterday's incident, and then try to suppress the illness with ice cubes of spirits."

Qi Zizhen was silent when he heard this.

In fact, he didn't know what to say.

Although Ning Qingwei often seemed to know a lot of things, but he still treated him more as a kind elder or even a friend, and joked with him from time to time.

He never thought that Ning Qingwei would have such a past.

Perhaps it was also because Ning Qingwei always acted too casually at ordinary times, so he always subconsciously felt that his past should be the same as when he talked about Wei Qingling with him at the beginning, and let the past become a trend after it passed.

Little do they know that the truly unforgettable past events will only be engraved deeper and deeper under the wind and sand of time.

Qi Zizhen was so bored that he looked up at Song Yaoxu: "Your Highness, I suddenly feel that the burden on our shoulders seems quite heavy."

There was no emotion at the bottom of his eyes, and Song Yaoxu's figure was reflected in black and clear, as if he was just stating something calmly.

Song Yaoxu smiled, and said with emotion: "Yes, there are not only the national teachers, but also Leyuan who are still in the frontier, and the common people of the Ling Dynasty. What we want to support is no longer tens of thousands of people. People are so simple."

Qi Zizhen nodded and said nothing.

For him before, the situation in court was more like a power game that he included in his plan, the goal was only to eliminate alien parties and ensure the stability of Song Yaoxu's regime.

But he forgot that behind this is all the people who are supporting and helping them, and all the officials and people who will be changed as a result.

Fighting openly and covertly in the court is not a child's play, if it is really ruthless, it will involve people's lives.

——Even personally involving the lives of people around him and even himself.

Qi Zizhen sighed softly in his heart, thinking about it, it was actually quite annoying.

He is just an ordinary little salted fish.

But no matter how annoying he was, he still had to do what he had to do, so tonight he got the court uniform that was made in a hurry.

Just now that Ning Qingwei was ill, Song Yaoxu let him quit the court early on the grounds of recuperating, and Qi Zizhen started to go to court every day as an official national teacher.

The court dress of the national teacher has always been mainly black, and a large area of ​​fine gold flying cranes and auspicious clouds are embroidered on the wide black sleeves, implying the prosperity and peace of the country.

Qi Zizhen has not yet reached the age of the crown, but the court occasion is solemn and solemn, so he can make an exception to wear the crown in advance, so he was given a black jade tassel crown and a pair of gold-rimmed black ink boots.

The black and gold match from head to toe further accentuated the fairness of Qi Zizhen's face. With red lips and white teeth, he looked like a harmless young boy whose thin shoulders had taken on a weight that did not belong to him.

Song Yaoxu stood in his room and watched him try on the court clothes, and couldn't help being a little amazed when he saw it, with a smile on his brows: "I didn't expect Zizhen to feel quite comfortable wearing the court clothes, but he looks a little tender."

Tomorrow is the coldest time of the day at court time, so Qi Zizhen will have to wear a matching plain black fox fur, and he will look more like a boy who accidentally broke into the court in winter.

Qi Zizhen ignored his ridicule in the second half of the sentence, and while smoothing the slight indentation on the wide sleeves, he asked casually: "How do the court ladies who are rushing to make the court clothes know my size? I remember that no one seemed to measure me today." on."

Song Yaoxu sat at the table with one hand on his chin, and replied with a smile: "Of course I told them. I don't know your size yet?"

Qi Zizhen met the smile in his eyes, as if he had understood something, turned his head away and stopped talking, and struggled with his sleeves.

Seeing his childish appearance of avoiding the topic, Song Yaoxu shook his head and chuckled, stopped making trouble with him, stepped forward to help him straighten his sleeves, then leaned over and kissed him for a while.

Qi Zizhen let him kiss, but also actively responded, raising his arms to hug him.

After a while, the two finally parted reluctantly.

Song Yaoxu rubbed Qi Zizhen's head with a soft voice: "Tomorrow we will wake up earlier, remember to go to bed early tonight."

Qi Zizhen looked at him, his black pupils only reflected his figure: "Then I want to rest with His Highness, is that okay?"

"Of course." Song Yaoxu frowned slightly, pushed a strand of hair scattered in front of him behind his ear, and kissed him between the brows.

"My bed has a place for you at any time."

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