The rebirth of Jiangshan is hired

Mu Feng's letter was reported in a timely manner. As soon as the two of them packed up their things, the servant rushed to report, saying that the emperor had arrived in the courtyard.

Although he was mentally prepared, Song Zichen couldn't help but feel a little nervous.He carried Mu Qiu to the courtyard, and was about to bow down to salute, but was pulled up by the emperor: "Mu Qiu's body is weak, and you still carry him around like this, you have to break his body before you are willing." ?"

"Yes—I know I was wrong."

Song Zichen hurriedly responded honestly, but no matter how he thought about it, he felt that his father's words were probably not to salute Mu Qiu, but to drag him out at night.Rolling his eyes guiltily, he helped Mu Qiu up, intending to welcome his father to the study, but the emperor just waved his hands impatiently: "It's so late, why are you going to the study—won't you two Just came out of the bedroom? If it wasn't so messy and there is no place to set foot, I would go and sit for a while. Mu Qiu can go back and lie down, don't follow along."

Admiring Mu Qiu's ingenious calculation in his heart, Song Zichen quickly agreed, stepped sideways to pass his father's step, and carefully supported Mu Qiu to walk back.

Although Mu Qiu said his body was weak, he was still able to tidy up the house just now, so it didn't make sense that he became so weak all of a sudden.Being carefully supported by Song Zichen, he shook his head dumbfoundingly: "Your Highness, I'm actually not so weak that I have to be supported like this..."

"Forget it, if I let go now, next time my father will let me carry you back."

Song Zichen winked at him, and grinned in response.Mu Qiu couldn't help laughing, the night was cool, so she couldn't help coughing twice.Song Zichen secretly thought that it was not good, and quickly hid behind Mu Qiu, but was still half a step too late, and met his father's piercing gaze impartially.

"Your Majesty, I don't mind..."

Mu Qiu smiled helplessly, took a step forward, and protected his Highness behind him: "Your Highness has always taken care of me, but I was a little too nervous. If I hadn't begged His Highness to go out to get some air, I'm afraid I wouldn't be able to get out until today." What about this house?"

"You, don't be like your father, just take care of things when your body gets better-can't you take good care of your body?"

The emperor looked at him for a long time before he finally sighed helplessly and shook his head helplessly: "Sure enough, the temperament of whoever is raised is up to him, why the child I raised doesn't resemble his temperament at all..."

Having helped Mu Qiu into the bedroom, Song Zichen's heart suddenly sank when he heard his father's words.Carefully supported Mu Qiu to sit on the couch, turned around and knelt down, and kowtowed heavily: "Father, it's my son who can't bear to be kept secret by everyone, so you must know about this. This matter has nothing to do with Mu Qiu, if you want to punish, punish Erchen."

"What did I punish you for, punishing you for not plugging your ears and closing your eyes when Marquis Yunhui told you?"

The emperor gave his son a strange look, knocked on the table twice, and the imperial guards behind him immediately filled up the tea for him, and held it carefully.

I don't know why this matter was involved in Yun Huihou's head again, Song Zichen and Mu Qiu looked at each other, and did not speak tacitly.The emperor didn't pay attention to the eye contact between the two, but just took a sip of tea and nodded towards him: "Okay, get up - I kept this matter from the beginning, so that Hou Yunhui wouldn't know. Now that he already knows it, it doesn’t matter if others know it—what does this tea taste like, and why is it so weird?”

Looking at his father's undisguised disgust, Song Zichen gave a helpless wry smile, quickly got up and took the teacup: "Father, this is the herbal tea that Mu Qiu uses to nourish his body. It is not harmful to people. It’s for warming and nourishing qi and blood, but the taste is a bit weird. I’ll ask someone to change it for you——”

"No need, I'll just drink this."

The emperor interrupted him, waved his hand casually, looked at the tea for a while, and then took another sip: "The one who made this herbal tea was your elusive biological father?"

These words were obviously addressed to Mu Qiu, and Song Zichen subconsciously turned his head to look at the man, but Mu Qiu also looked thoughtful in his eyes.Just as he was about to get up to answer, the emperor raised his hand and pressed it down twice: "Okay, you don't need to get up—you are also my nephew, just treat it as the three of us talking to each other, there is no need to abide by etiquette."

"Yes—thank you, Your Majesty."

Mu Qiu respectfully responded, and then sat back down, but still sat up straight before replying: "This herbal tea is made by Uncle Feng—Uncle Feng said that this tea can warm the heart and nourish the blood. , I asked the minister to drink it every day, without sudden interruption..."

"I knew about this tea, but I didn't know that it turned out to be so bad. No wonder he never let me taste it..."

The emperor nodded slightly, lowered his eyes slightly and whispered something, and there was a faint smile in his eyes.Mu Qiu naturally knew what he was talking about, and pursed his lips before opening his mouth, but the emperor looked at him again and said, "Your father is a very smart person, and he hardly missed a few things. But there is one thing he Totally wrong...do you know what it is?"

Song Zichen felt a little uneasy subconsciously, and instinctively looked at Mu Qiu, trying to seek some support from that person's eyes.But Mu Qiu never looked at him, but met the emperor's gaze without avoiding it, shook his head slightly and said: "Go back to the emperor... I don't know."

"You know, you just don't want to admit it."

The emperor looked at him for a long while, and finally heaved a long sigh, with a tired look on his brows.Standing up and walking slowly to the window, looking at the moonlight outside the window, her tone suddenly softened: "I heard something today - I wanted to pretend I didn't know it, but I couldn't let it go. I just want to As soon as I close my eyes, everything looks like him. I don't know how to explain to him. He gave me a life, but his son and old father, who I promised to take good care of, were all taken care of by me. I was taken care of like this..."

Before he could finish his words, Mu Qiu suddenly stood up on the bed, and fell straight to his knees on the ground.

"Nonsense - get up!"

Hearing the heavy landing behind him, the emperor turned around quickly, and seeing Mu Qiu kneeling on the ground, his tone became a little more nervous and stunned.He strode forward and wanted to grab his arm, but Mu Qiu was already deeply on the ground: "Your Majesty, father has done nothing wrong..."

"Mu Qiu!"

Song Zichen was also taken aback by the change in front of him. Although he didn't know what Mu Qiu wanted to do, he rushed over and knelt down with him on the ground: "Mu Qiu, don't worry—if you have anything to say, talk to me carefully." Father said. Father has always cared about you, and will not disagree..."

Looking at the innocent expression of this son, the emperor felt a little sad again.I couldn't help but sighed heavily, and my tone couldn't help but sink slightly: "What do you know—you know what I'm going to say? If you have Mu Qiu's thoughts, I don't have to go to this point to have to arrest you. , spend so much time on you!"

Suddenly being severely disgusted by his own father, Song Zichen blinked blankly, although he still didn't know what happened, he had no choice but to obediently lay down on the ground: "Father, my son is stupid, Father, please calm down..."

"If you say you're stupid, you're really stupid—Mu Qiu is still kneeling, don't you know how to help him up!"

The emperor scolded coldly, seeing his son help Mu Qiu to get up in a hurry, his eyes became more and more complicated, and he sighed heavily after a long while: "You two are like this—what is the difference from me before? Seventh, You will ruin Qiu'er like this... You really never thought about it?"

Song Zichen carefully helped Mu Qiu up, trying to persuade him not to worry and think too much.Unexpectedly, when he heard his father's words, he straightened up subconsciously, only to feel a chill rushing from behind: "Father..."

"Your Majesty—please forgive me for being rude, Your Highness is different."

Mu Qiu raised his hand to hold his arm, straightened up slightly, and met the emperor's complicated eyes without evasion: "Father never regretted it until his death. Father also taught me a word , the matter of life and death, whether it is worth it or not - only he can explain it clearly, and others will not count..."

"How could your father say the word "regret" to you..."

The emperor smiled wryly, sighed heavily, and felt his hand holding the teacup a little tighter: "Now he is just an idle prince who doesn't care about things. When he stands in a higher position, wait for the people around him The day when there are fewer and fewer people—when he also stands in my position and finally knows what it means to be alone, you may be sure, will he remain the same as he is now?"

Frightened by the hint in the emperor's words, Mu Qiu didn't have time to speak, but the emperor didn't intend to give him a chance to speak.He took a deep look at him, and as soon as he let go, the teacup fell on the table, making a sound that was neither dull nor crisp.

"Your father told me at the beginning—this life is too hard. If there is an afterlife, I just hope that the two will not see each other, and will never see each other. I listened to those words with blood. He blamed me, of course I Know……"

"The emperor only knows that his father complains about the emperor... but he doesn't know why his father complains, why he is getting thinner and haggard, and finally can't continue."

Mu Qiu leaned over to answer, his expression was calm and unwavering, and his tone did not fluctuate at all, there was a bit of cruel chill faintly between his brows and eyes.

"The emperor doesn't know how many times my father held those memorials, copied the emperor's Zhu Zhu over and over again on the paper, and burned those papers one by one. The emperor also doesn't know how my father cherishes the one given by the emperor. Yupei, dragging his seriously ill body, urges the minister to clean up and take care of him every day, never letting the house be in a mess. His father once said to the minister at the beginning—he is looking forward to it every day now, She is no different from a concubine in the deep palace, looking back on her past, it is really ridiculous, but after all, she cannot escape..."