The rebirth of Jiangshan is hired

"My brother wants to kill him, my father wants to kill him, and my grandfather once tried to kill him. They should all be aimed at me, but I don't know why they all want to drive him to death... … Uncle Feng, you know better than me what Mu Qiu should have been like. Now that he has been tossed into this state… How can I still tell myself——Mu Qiu doesn’t want me to be sad, so I put these Pretend it never happened?"

Song Zichen responded with a wry smile, carried Mu Qiu back into the room, and carefully placed the man on the couch.Leaving the warmth of his embrace, the drowsy person shrank instinctively, Song Zichen skillfully embraced him in his arms, sat on the side of the couch, and gently kissed the corner of his lips: "It's okay, Mu Qiu— —It’s okay, I’m right by your side…”

Although he knew that there were people watching him, his actions also showed no shyness or hesitation.Mu Feng looked at him for a while, then finally sighed heavily, turned around and strode away without looking back.

This time Mu Qiu seemed to be sleeping particularly restlessly, and after a while, he frowned as if trying to find something, and his breathing became short and intermittent.Song Zichen didn't dare to close his eyes, and patiently coaxed the man to relax every time, kissing his forehead, nose and lips delicately, and finally simply lay down with him, hugging him tightly arms.

The skin-to-skin touch seemed to have finally ironed out the extremely restless person in his sleep. Mu Qiu instinctively leaned into his arms, finding a comfortable position. His frowning eyebrows finally relaxed, and his breathing eased. Gradually smooth and long.

Song Zichen hugged the person in his arms motionless, quietly watching the moonlight coming in from the window, without sleep all night.

When Mu Qiu woke up, Song Zichen was still staring at the shadow of the sun on the ground in a daze.A night of hard work seemed to have made him a lot older. He looked like a teenager, but his eyes were already very tired, and even faintly showing a bit of uninteresting disgust.It made Mu Qiu's heart shrink suddenly, and he instinctively opened his mouth to call that person's name, but just as soon as he opened his mouth, he felt his chest shrink suddenly, and couldn't help coughing a few times, and there was a strong pain and numbness in his heart and mouth. Open, so that his heart could not help but sink slightly, and an ominous thought came to him.

"Mu Qiu—what's the matter, is there any discomfort? I'm here, I'm here, it's okay..."

Song Zichen was taken aback by him, and checked the situation of the person in his arms in a panic.But Mu Qiu just shook his head lightly, gasped for a while, and finally endured the unbearable pain of fatigue. He raised his head and looked at the red eyes of his highness, and he could not help but feel a deep apology in his eyes: " Your Highness—I'm sorry..."

"You're not sorry, Mu Qiu—you've never been sorry to anyone, it's me who should say sorry."

Song Zichen shook his head vigorously, propped himself up on the bed, and supported Mu Qiu in his arms.He brought over the herbal tea that was hanging aside to dry, and carefully fed it to his mouth: "We won't go up to court, and we won't care about outside affairs anymore... okay?"

"Your Highness..."

Mu Qiu didn't seem to be surprised that he would make this decision, and looked at him quietly, but still sighed helplessly in his eyes: "Your Highness... Your Majesty, he is actually—for His Highness's benefit..."

"I just know that without you, I can't be well no matter what."

Song Zichen replied in a low voice, and hugged the person in his arms tightly, his voice hoarse with almost despair: "Mu Qiu, don't push me away... I've only had you from the beginning, and I only want you You. If I have to exchange something at your expense, I would rather not have anything..."

"Your Highness, don't worry..."

Mu Qiu coughed twice, patted the man's back soothingly, rested quietly for a while, then smiled wryly and said in a low voice: "Your Highness is uneasy, why is it not so in my heart... If I take it seriously... If you are sensible, you should follow the emperor's will - I know that even if His Highness is in danger, his life will not be in danger, but I still have no choice... I am really afraid that His Highness will not believe me just because of this ..."

"Mu Qiu...don't say it, don't say it—thank you..."

Song Zichen pulled him into his arms with all his strength, spoke in a hoarse voice, and kissed him lightly on the forehead: "Mu Qiu...you saved me so many times, but maybe it's only this time, if you don't Come on, I really must die... Do you understand what I mean?"

Mu Qiu was silent for a while, and then finally nodded lightly, sighed lightly, and relaxed and leaned against his arms.

Song Zichen hugged him firmly, patiently wiped the cold sweat from his forehead gently, and said in a slow voice: "Let's not think about that... But is there any discomfort? You vomited at that time A lot of blood, you will definitely feel very tired, you need to eat more food..."

Mu Qiu looked at him quietly for a while, then smiled and shook his head, closed his eyes and leaned on his shoulders, gasped for a while before saying: "I'm fine...don't worry too much, Your Highness, but I'm a little tired Forget it, as long as you rest for a while like before, you will gradually get better."

"I know—we just rest at home, don't go anywhere, don't care about anything."

Song Zichen replied warmly, patiently wiped the cold sweat off his forehead, and tested the temperature between his forehead.The wet and cold touch made him inexplicably uneasy. He carefully supported Mu Qiu to lean against the side of the couch, jumped off the couch, went out and asked someone to bring a pot of ginseng tea, and then quickly returned to his side: "Mu Qiu, you are sweating a lot now, do you still have the strength to eat something?"

There was a burst of stuffy pain in the heart, and it seemed to be faintly blocked in the stomach.There was still a faint smile on Mu Qiu's face, he nodded slightly, and said with a light smile on purpose: "To tell the truth, Your Highness, I've been so hungry for so long..."

"Okay, it's good if you're hungry—I'll ask them to bring the porridge. I specially asked them to stew the meat porridge with water shield in it. It's all soft and not greasy at all. You will like it." of."

Song Zichen's eyes lit up, and he quickly gave another order before returning to the couch and sitting down, hugging Mu Qiu and talking in a low voice.Mu Qiu's heart clenched one after another, and his eyes were also dimmed, but he still didn't want to make him worry about himself, and forced himself to talk and laugh with him as usual, but his breathing was still uncontrollably scattered.

Song Zichen thought that his body was too weak, thinking that he should at least eat something to replenish his body, waited for the meat porridge to be brought up, and then took him into his arms.Patiently scooped up a spoonful of porridge, blew it cold expertly, and then gently pressed it against his lips: "Mu Qiu, open your mouth and try it, I think it should suit your appetite..."

Mu Qiu faintly panicked, his body was sweating uncontrollably, but he still nodded with a smile, lowered his head slightly following his movements, and put the spoonful of porridge into his mouth.

The porridge is really well done, the rice has been stewed until soft and glutinous, and the meat is also stewed into minced meat. With the fragrance of water shield, people can't help but arouse their appetite.Mu Qiu took a mouthful, chewed slowly for a while, and then swallowed it little by little. The pain in his stomach seemed to have really eased a bit, but his chest seemed to be getting more stuffy, and his breathing became more and more difficult.

"Mu Qiu—what's the matter, are you feeling unwell?"

Finally noticing his strangeness, Song Zichen put down the things in his hands nervously, and caressed his chest carefully.Mu Qiu felt that his body was getting weaker and weaker. Although he managed to pull himself together, the cold sweat still poured out layer after layer like water, which made him feel a little ominous.

"Your Highness..."

The inexplicable panic made him suddenly feel a little uneasy, and subconsciously wanted to grab the man's sleeve, but it was in vain.The hand that had been stretched out with difficulty fell down feebly, and there was a drumming sound in the ear, and the eyes suddenly darkened.He didn't even have time to say anything, and the whole person froze powerlessly.

"Mu Qiu—Mu Qiu!"

Song Zichen yelled sharply, his heart skipped a beat for some reason, and he touched the man's nose with trembling hands, and a deep chill suddenly appeared behind his back.There was a burst of intense humming next to my ears, and a thick bloody smell rose from my throat. The whole person seemed to be in a trance for a moment, and stood there blankly, not knowing what to do.

The door was kicked open suddenly, and Mu Feng hurried in from the door, his expression changed when he saw Mu Qiu's situation.He probed under his nose, felt his heart and wrist veins, and kicked Song Zichen hard: "Although the strength of the heart is exhausted, the vital energy to protect the heart is still there. I don't want him to die, so go get ginseng soup." Come on, the higher the year, the better!"

Song Zichen heard his words in a trance, hardly cared to pat the dust off his body, struggled to get up and stumbled out the door.Just as he was about to order someone to quickly fetch the best wild ginseng, a figure suddenly appeared in front of him, subconsciously raised his head, and met Hou Yunhui's almost complicated eyes.

"Grandfather—I don't have any thoughts right now, please let me save Mu Qiu..."

Song Zichen swayed before he managed to stand still, begged in a low voice, and suddenly felt his chest was constricted.He subconsciously coughed twice, and his fingers were stained with blood.

He was obviously looking at the shocking blood, but he didn't seem to notice it at all. He just struggled to stand up straight and staggered out.

"You can use this. The 300-year-old ginseng should be enough to save his life."

Hou Yunhui handed him the things in his hand, and replied slowly.Song Zichen's body trembled suddenly, he took the box almost urgently, raised his head and was about to speak, when Hou Yunhui held his shoulders and pushed him towards the bedroom.

"Go ahead and leave me alone—but there's one thing you've got to remember. You're the only one he'll ever depend on, and if you break down too, he'll never be able to live again, you know what I mean? "