The rebirth of Jiangshan is hired

"What on earth does he want to do—isn't he afraid of being punished by God?!"

Shaking his head in astonishment, Song Zichen could hardly see through this elder brother's way, and looked at the old man in front of him incredulously, feeling that his heart was filled with astonishment and confusion.

Mu Qiu's eyes have also completely sunk, looking at his unbelievable expression, he slowed down his voice and said: "If he wants to stabilize his position, the most important thing is never to reveal his identity—now anyone who knows his identity Everyone must be eliminated by him, I, Grandpa, Uncle Feng, everyone will not let it go easily..."

"Now there is one more me——Mu Qiu, I know why you have been keeping this matter from me."

Song Zichen couldn't help but gave a wry smile, sighed and shook his head slightly, and sat down respectively according to the two people, and sat at the table himself: "Old man, don't be too sad—from the moment you entered the palace From now on, Song Zixuan is no longer your Mu family, no matter how vicious, cruel and cold-blooded he is, it has nothing to do with your Mu family..."

"Thank you, thank you Your Highness—I don't dare to climb up on that prince, but I just feel that my heart is very uncomfortable. Now that I see Qiu Wa'er is fine, I can finally breathe a sigh of relief."

The old man nodded repeatedly, thanked again and again, and then looked at Mu Qiu with concern: "Children Qiu, are you living in the prince's house now? Your complexion is not good, is it your big brother?" troubled you……"

"Grandpa, I do live here now—not really a boarding house."

Mu Qiu only answered half a sentence, but Song Zichen secretly abducted him by the arm. He met the man's aggrieved gaze, and couldn't help but smile a little in his eyes, so he could only correct a sentence in compromise.Looking at the old man's confused eyes, he didn't explain much, but patiently continued to say in a gentle voice: "You can stay here now and nothing will happen. I'm fine too. Although the third prince is resolute in his actions , but I always think of the past as easy as ever, and never really killed me."

"Yes, he also told me, give me a month to tell me to leave the capital far away. If he is asked to see me again after a month, he will stop talking about the friendship between grandparents and grandchildren..."

Hearing this, the old man finally breathed a sigh of relief, nodded again and again, but couldn't help but sighed heavily: "But I——I just can't figure it out, your father is obviously such a good-natured person, and he's so good at home. At that time, if someone’s family had some kind of work, he would help if he was called, and no one in the ten miles and eight villages would say that your father was not good. But how could this flesh and blood be born? It looks like this..."

Hearing his sigh, Mu Qiu's expression couldn't help but darken. He sighed very lightly, and then said in a warm voice with concern: "Grandpa, are you the only one left in the family now? How did you find the capital?"

"Back then your father was gone, and his mother was crying day and night, and finally passed away due to illness. There was a flood in the house a few years ago, and now there is no food at all. I am thinking that I will not be able to survive. Yes, why don't you come to the capital to see what kind of place it is, how it is worth your father's life to be here..."

As soon as the old man mentioned these things, he couldn't help but shed tears again, choked up and waved his hands: "In the end, I came here, but I didn't know anywhere, and I didn't know who to ask for help. I found that so-what guard along the way." Secretary, they took me in, and found Feng’er’s relics for me, telling me to take them back. I said that I didn’t know how to use these things, and they just ruined them for me, but they said——It was originally I wanted to give it to you, but asked the Third Prince to withhold it, if I don’t take it back, I’m afraid these things will never see the light of day again. That’s how these things came into my hands.”

As he said that, he suddenly remembered something, rummaged in the big baggage he was carrying, and finally found a simple long sword, staggeringly stuffed it into Mu Qiu's hand: "Here , this is for you——Qiu Wa'er, your father loves you the most. He also said in the letter that if you were his own son, he would have no regrets in his life..."

When he saw the sword, Song Zichen felt an ominous premonition—Mu Qiu couldn't be excited at all now, but he just told him to get his father's relic at this time, and it was impossible to ask for it again. The man was still calm.But the old man has gone through many ups and downs, and now he finally sees a relative. It is natural to be so excited, and he really can't interrupt.He could only look at Mu Qiu nervously, watching every subtle reaction of that person with trepidation.

The moment he saw the long sword, Mu Qiu's eyes were filled with tears.

He took the long sword almost flattered - Song Zichen rarely saw such a look on the face of that indifferent and peaceful person.It seems like a child who has finally been recognized by his father. He is happy to finally prove himself, but he is worried whether it will be a dream, and he dare not fully believe it anyway.

"At that time..."

Mu Qiu hugged the sword tightly to his chest, his voice trembling already.His gaze was fixed on a spot in the void, his expression was in a trance, and he continued word by word: "At that time——he told me that my father left this sword to him, because I couldn't do it after all. His surname is Mu, and he has no right to dispose of any belongings belonging to his father..."

"Mu Qiu——Okay, those things are over. It's okay, don't think about it..."

Although he knew the importance of this father in Mu Qiu's heart for a long time, but when he saw with his own eyes that the man who had been guarding and guiding him like an elder brother suddenly choked up like a child, his eyes were finally filled with tears. Showing the trance and pain that only belonged to an abandoned child, Song Zichen finally realized that Mu Qiu's heart was actually the same as his own, and he was also enduring such a bitterness and sadness that he could never let go of.

Hugging that thin body into his arms with all his strength, feeling that person hugging the sword even harder, Song Zichen was really afraid that he would get hurt, so he could only gently coax him to put down the sword first, and gently patted it. The man's back trembled slightly: "Mu Qiu——Mu Qiu, be obedient, it's okay...you put it down first, and I'll help you look after it, no one will take the sword away, it's always been yours, forever and ever It's all yours..."

Mu Qiu shivered slightly, and looked at him in a trance, with water vapor in his eyes.Song Zichen nodded vigorously again, confirming his promise with him, Mu Qiu's tense body finally relaxed a little, and was about to say something when his eyes suddenly went dark, and his whole body slumped along Song Zichen's arm softened down.

"Mu Qiu—Mu Qiu!"

Song Zichen was so frightened that his liver and gallbladder were torn apart, he hurriedly hugged him tightly, and was about to call the imperial doctor over when Mu Feng who was guarding outside suddenly pushed the door in and interrupted him impatiently: "Okay, what is the ghost's name?" ? I sealed his acupoints, and if he gets too emotional, he will temporarily lose consciousness. Otherwise, if he continues to toss like this, even if he gets rid of the poison on his body, he won’t be able to live for a few years.”

After hearing his words, Song Zichen finally breathed a sigh of relief, only to feel that his body was completely drenched in cold sweat just now.Carefully hugging the man and laying down on the couch, he moved the position away to Mu Feng, and nervously waited for the result of his pulse diagnosis.

"It's okay, but the mood is too agitated-Uncle Mu, you don't have to worry. Back then, that little bastard lied to Qiu, saying that he couldn't get Brother Mu's relics because Brother Mu didn't recognize him, saying that he was nothing more than just The Mu family picked up a dog at random. I once told Ah Qiu not to tell him to take these words to heart, but this kid has a lot of things on his mind, so I probably remembered it..."

"Create a crime, make a crime!"

The old man was so angry that his hands trembled, and he shook his head vigorously, his originally gentle and frightened expression was slightly exasperated, and he gritted his teeth and said bitterly: "The Mu family didn't have his son...not before, and there won't be any in the future. .It is enough for us to have Qiuwaer, let him just treat him like that bullshit prince!"

"If you want him to be his prince well, it depends on whether I agree or not."

Knowing that Song Zixuan had always looked down on Mu Qiu, he would make things difficult for that person whenever he had the chance, but he didn't expect that bastard to actually say such things to Mu Qiu.Song Zichen's dark eyes were burning with fierce anger, he held Mu Qiu's wrist, and there was a hint of murderous intent in his tone.

"If one day he becomes a homeless dog with nowhere to go, I'd be happy to see if he is willing to recognize the family of the Mu family, and whether he will be kicked out like a dog..."

Every time Mu Qiu mentioned his father, he saw the admiration in his eyes.Although he had no chance to deal with the father Mu Qiu mentioned, he still couldn't help secretly envious of that person, and often secretly imagined that if he could also be born in such a family, listen to his father's teachings, and be taught by his father hand in hand How happy it would be to practice calligraphy and martial arts, and to have my father to help support me when I was bullied.But he never thought that the person he had been secretly envious of had such a deep scar in his heart.

He hadn't noticed it all the time—they had been together for two lifetimes, and that person was always by his side, smiling as if everything was fine, and the gentle smile in those eyes seemed to be able to stop him. Anyone who goes to explore the scarred heart under it.

"Mu Qiu...you can hear me, right?"

Although Mu Qiu just fell asleep quietly, he was inexplicably sure that the person could still hear the words of the people around him, and could actually feel all of this.Song Zichen shook the man's cool hand, leaned slightly and spoke slowly, as firmly as an oath.

"Believe me - one day, not only these relics of your father, but everything will be returned to you. What he owes you, I will ask him to repay you one by one..."