The rebirth of Jiangshan is hired

"If you say so, it's enough for me to say a few nice words to you every day."

Song Zichen shook his head and smiled helplessly, broke up the pancakes in his hand and dipped them in the broth, met Mu Qiu's curious look, and said with a smile: "This is the way I learned from them. I heard that eating like this is especially delicious. Taste—would you like to try it too?"

"I'm full, let's learn from His Highness next meal."

Mu Qiu shook his head with a smile, and replied warmly.Looking at his thin figure, Song Zichen couldn't help but frowned slightly: "You are so weak, you should eat more to make up for it. How can your body recover faster if you only eat so little?"

Mu Qiu didn't have much appetite at first, but after hearing what he said, he didn't want to make this person worry about him anymore.I had no choice but to break off another half of the pancake, imitate Song Zichen's action and soak it in the remaining half bowl of broth, then took Song Zichen's arm and patted it lightly twice: "Okay——I'll just eat it. Your Highness, don't go too far." Worrying, in fact, I will find food by myself when I am hungry, and I will not wrong myself..."

"If you don't wrong yourself, there will be no one in this world who wrongs you."

Thinking of the cold and pale appearance of that person in his memory again, Song Zichen couldn't help feeling a dull pain in his heart, and retorted in a low voice, and held the hand that fell on his arm with his backhand: "The hand is still so cold, is it cold?"

"It was a bit cold at first, but it's much better after drinking the soup."

After these days, Mu Qiu has gradually adapted to Song Zichen's over-caring state.If he just said it's okay, that person might not believe it, he would definitely recognize that he still has something to hide, and only half-truths and half-truths in this way can appease his highness who is always too worried.

As expected, the man's expression gradually calmed down, but he still touched his clothes carefully, and said seriously: "It's still a little thin, remember to change the clothes I made by others before the expedition. , Don’t freeze, your body won’t be able to catch the cold now.”

The coldness Mu Qiu mentioned is actually not the coldness of the weather, but the weakness of the viscera caused by the poison in the body, the lack of qi and blood, and even the inability of the qi to resist the blood, which is why he often feels cold.Just facing Song Zichen, he naturally wouldn't say it clearly, just nodded slightly with a smile, and said warmly: "Don't worry, Your Highness, I will remember to change it."

Only then did Song Zichen nodded lightly, watching him sip the broth as if he had completed some task, finally he couldn't help but smile helplessly, and shook his head discouragedly: "Okay, don't force yourself to eat if you can't eat it If you have accumulated food, you will not be able to sleep at night—I asked them to prepare some food for you and put it in the carriage. "

Only then did Mu Qiu heave a sigh of relief, gently put down the soup bowl in his hand, and said with a serious smile: "It's okay, okay, I was thinking just now—if His Highness doesn't let go, I will ask you to Don't go hungry for two meals before coming down to dinner with His Highness..."

"There are only three meals a day in total, and you plan to go hungry for two?" Song Zichen raised his eyebrows and slapped the table decently when he heard his words getting more and more outrageous, "According to this method, you don't want to fight with me anymore, It's better to go directly to cultivate immortals!"

Mu Qiu has been with him for many years, so he naturally knows when he is really angry and when it is just a bluff.Seeing him staring like this, he just shook his head and laughed, and begged for mercy with a good temper: "Don't dare—it's still too hard to cultivate an immortal, and I really can't bear that kind of coldness and loneliness. It's better to fight with His Highness." , at least I can have broth to drink..."

"No seriousness."

Song Zichen glanced at him, before he could hold back, he shook his head and laughed out loud.He drank the soup cake in front of him in a few sips, and then pulled the half bowl of soup in front of him to his face. The movements were so natural that Mu Qiu could hardly react for a while.Watching him drink the rest of his soup, he hurriedly raised his hand to stop him: "Your Highness, it's not right—"

"There's nothing wrong with it. There are so many things in the barracks. Waste of food will be impeached."

Song Zichen replied with a smile, looking at the rare pale blood on Mu Qiu's face, his eyes became warmer, he stood up and gently pressed his shoulder and said warmly: "I'm going to patrol the camp, you Wait in the tent - warm yourself to the fire when it's cold, and I'll be back soon."

"Don't worry, Your Highness, I won't run around."

Mu Qiu coughed twice, nodded with a smile, and took the cloak beside him and put it on for him.Song Zichen went to test the temperature of the fire again, and finally sat down beside the couch with peace of mind, and quickly walked out of the tent.

Seeing his back disappearing outside the tent, Mu Qiu had a helpless yet gentle smile in her eyes, she closed her eyes slightly and sighed softly, leaned against the side of the couch with her knees in her arms, and put the leather mattress on again. Pulled on the body.

He is actually not afraid of the cold.After all, although the barracks was bitterly cold, it was much easier to endure than the cold night wind outside the palace gate.He still can't figure out why his highness suddenly changed his temper. He was angry at him before that night, but in the blink of an eye, he seemed to be a different person, worrying and caring everywhere. It even made it difficult for him to adapt for a while, and often gave birth to panic like a dream.

He had also worried about whether His Highness had discovered the truth about the poison on his body, and knew that he was destined to not live for a long time—but that person was brought up by himself, and his temper was undoubtedly clearer than anyone else. If that person knew about this matter, he would have killed Song Zixuan's mansion long ago, so how could he still be as rational as he is now?

Although it is difficult to solve the doubts in the heart, but it is really impossible to ask.Right now, His Highness knows Song Zixuan's true face, and his behavior is much more prudent than before. Even if he is gone one day, His Highness will probably be able to live well--for him, this is already enough.

Maybe it's because I slept too much during the day, and I still can't feel sleepy at this moment.Mu Qiu rested on the side of the couch for a while, then crossed his knees and quietly circulated his internal energy around Zhou Tianwen's meridians. His current body is almost only supported by internal energy. He has slackened his practice a lot these days because he is busy with the expedition. It was enough to last for another period of time, but the situation on the battlefield was changing, and it was hard to say when an accident would happen, and he really didn't dare to be too big.

When Song Zichen came back, he saw Mu Qiu sitting cross-legged on the side of the couch practicing kung fu.Due to the poor blood vessels in his body, his internal energy in the meridians is much more stagnant than that of ordinary people. In a week for ordinary people, he can only walk more than half a circle, and it is inevitable that various acupoints are numb and painful.At this time, seeing his eyes tightly closed, his lips pale, and a thin layer of sweat on his forehead, it seemed that he had reached the most difficult juncture.

Martial arts practitioners are most afraid of being disturbed by others when practicing internal strength. Once the internal strength is accidentally diverted, it is very easy to damage the root.Song Zichen raised his hand to signal the soldiers to retreat, took off his cloak and walked lightly to the edge, holding his breath and patiently waiting for the man to finish his week of internal energy.

Mu Qiu's ear power was much more sensitive than ordinary people, so he had already noticed his existence, but he believed in his heart that Song Zichen would never hurt him, so his internal power was still so stable that there was no slightest turmoil.After passing the last few big acupoints in a regular manner, he finally recovered slowly, breathed a sigh of relief, raised his head and looked at Song Zichen with a smile: "Your Highness, you are back."

"There is nothing to do today, so I will go around faster."

Song Zichen breathed a sigh of relief, walked quickly to his side, and held his shoulder with concern: "I see that you still have some difficulties in practicing kung fu...don't force yourself too much, take care of your body first Besides, if you force yourself to cultivate, I'm afraid it will hurt the root."

Mu Qiu had no root to hurt. Hearing this, he couldn't help feeling sad for a moment, but he still just smiled and nodded lightly: "Don't worry, Your Highness, I know it well, and I will never force it too much."

"I heard that there is a medicine valley in the rivers and lakes, and the immortal doctors there can cure all diseases-after this battle is over, if there is nothing else, I will take a leave of absence with my father and accompany you to see it .”

Song Zichen replied slowly, and wiped off the thin sweat on his forehead, and took his cloak that was warming by the fire and surrounded him tightly: "Not to mention wearing so little, the clothes Drenched in sweat again, if you are not cold, no one will be cold..."

"According to His Highness, I really don't know what to do."

Mu Qiu raised her hand to gather the warm cloak around her body, smiled softly and teased, "If you wear too little, you will be cold, if you wear too much, you will sweat, and you will still be cold - if you don't wear anything , it will be even more unbearably cold..."

"..." Song Zichen instinctively felt that Mu Qiu was trying to force his words, but he couldn't think of a more appropriate explanation for a while, so he raised his hand and tapped him on the shoulder forcefully, sighing helplessly: " Next time, I should get you a golden bell cover to cover you in it, that will definitely work."

Mu Qiu was barely able to react. He was so choked that he coughed a few times, and couldn't help but shook his head and laughed out loud: "No, no——His Royal Highness, the so-called golden bell cover is not a weapon but a skill, it's about tempering the skin and strengthening the bones." It is an external skill. If it is practiced to great success, it will be like a golden bell covering the whole body, which is invulnerable to swords and guns - if Your Highness asks me to practice this, I am afraid that I will become a strong and powerful man."

Song Zichen didn't know much about these powers and techniques, so he understood it after hearing him explain it. He coughed lightly in embarrassment, subconsciously imagined Mu Qiu's powerful appearance, and couldn't help shivering : "Forget it, you can't do this, but I can do it..."

"Your Highness—what do you want to practice the golden bell?"

Mu Qiu blinked blankly, and asked softly curiously.Song Zichen was at a loss for words for a while, pursed his lips and said angrily, "I-I've trained to bully your head office, right? Don't laugh...I'm serious!"