The rebirth of Jiangshan is hired

Song Zichen stared at him for a while, then nodded vigorously, raised his hand to wipe off the blood from the corner of his lips, and hurried back with ginseng in his hands.

Mu Feng was administering needles to the person on the couch. The dazzling silver needles made people feel chills when they looked at them, and a fine layer of cold sweat covered his forehead.Mu Qiu lay quietly on the couch the whole time, Song Zichen didn't dare to get close, and forced himself to ask someone to slice the old ginseng to make soup, and barely stood firm on the table, staring at the silent woman on the couch with perfect eyes. people.

he won't die...

The pain in his chest became more and more profound, and finally turned into deep shadow and hatred.Song Zichen's gaze sank, and he clenched his fists tightly—he would never forget why Mu Qiu came here so desperately. If it wasn't for his good father, he would definitely intervene, for his so-called Do some ridiculous things in theory, all this will never happen...

After returning back, the little bit of family affection between father and son that had been accumulated with great difficulty finally dissipated. Song Zichen's eyes gradually darkened, and the pain was extreme, and he suddenly sneered very lightly.

The long treatment lasted until dawn. Song Zichen rejected the imperial physician sent by the palace, and also sent back the eunuch who came to pass the order. After confining the gate of the palace, no one was seen, and he just focused on guarding Mu Qiu.

The situation of that person seemed to be particularly dangerous this time, no matter how Mu Feng tried, he just lay on the couch silently, stingy with giving the first half of the response.When Mu Feng was hesitating, Su Tuhe suddenly ran back quickly with ginseng soup in his hands, his face was already covered with tears, and he anxiously handed over the hot soup bowl in his hand: "Your Majesty, save Brother Mu, Save him, please..."

"We're saving him..."

Song Zichen replied in a hoarse voice, took the bowl of ginseng soup and walked over, exchanged a glance with Mu Feng, then carefully lifted Mu Qiu up and told him to lean on his body.

After Mu Feng applied the needle, the man could finally feel some weak airflow under his nose again.Song Zichen held back his tears, carefully scooped up a spoonful of soup to cool it down, and fed it into his mouth, but Mu Qiu obviously couldn't even swallow it, and the ginseng soup that had just been fed flowed out from the corner of his lips .

"I can't help it—let's stick to your method, and I don't care so much now. I'll think of other ways, and I will come back when I succeed. You can stay with him first."

Mu Feng sighed heavily, got up and gave him his seat, led Su Tuhe out of the room, and gently closed the door for him.Song Zichen stared blankly at Mu Qiu's peaceful and pale complexion, but there were no tears in his eyes. He just took a mouthful of the ginseng soup, and regardless of the heat, he paused for a moment in his mouth, and then kissed it lightly.

Mu Qiu's lips were pursed weakly, and they opened with just a light pry. Song Zichen carefully put the ginseng soup in and pushed it into his mouth, trying to get him to swallow it all, before holding it down again. a mouthful.

That person has always been somewhat resistant to this method of feeding medicine. As long as he has a little strength, he will not make himself act like this. Sometimes he is annoyed by himself, and he will bite off his tongue lightly as punishment.Song Zichen carefully fed him the medicine, and tears finally slid down his cheeks uncontrollably.

Even——just a little movement is fine, as long as it makes me feel that this person is still alive and hasn't abandoned me...

I don't know if God heard his voice, or the 300-year-old ginseng finally worked.When most of the ginseng soup had been fed, Mu Qiu finally moved slightly and coughed twice very lightly.

"Mu Qiu——Mu Qiu, what's going on, where's the pain? It's me, I'll be with you, don't be afraid, open your eyes and look at me..."

Song Zichen's heart was suddenly ecstatic, and at a loss what to do, he hugged the man tighter, and eagerly called the man's name.Mu Qiu leaned against his chest and gasped quietly for a moment, then opened her eyes with real difficulty.

Meeting his red eyes, Mu Qiu felt a little unbearable, shook his hand very lightly, and shook his head lightly: "Your Highness, don't be like this..."

"I'm fine, Mu Qiu—don't worry about me, just tell me if you feel uncomfortable, tell me, and Uncle Feng and I will find a solution for you."

Song Zichen interrupted him anxiously, but his movements were still gentle, as if he was afraid of breaking the other party, tears finally poured out uncontrollably.But Mu Qiu just smiled feebly, shook his head lightly, took a breath and said again: "Life and death are fate, Your Highness, don't be obsessed..."

"Nonsense about life and death—Mu Qiu, you won't die, you definitely won't die!"

There was already a strong death in his tone, Song Zichen felt a sudden pain in his heart, and he hugged the man's body with all his strength.But Mu Qiu just weakly coughed twice, leaned on his chest, and sighed lightly: "Your Highness, I'm very tired..."

He had never uttered this sentence so clearly before, and now he finally uttered it at the dying moment, causing Song Zichen to shiver suddenly, and suddenly lost the strength to speak again.

"I sometimes think, if... there is an afterlife and we start from scratch, will everything be different..."

Mu Qiu's spirit seemed to be a little better, and his speech finally became a little fluent. He raised his head and looked at his Highness, with a very gentle smile in his eyes: "Your Highness, don't be sad... I'm waiting at Naihe Bridge, waiting for you. After a hundred years from Your Highness, we will go to reincarnation together... In the next life, just as His Highness said, we will be reborn in an ordinary family and grow old together..."

"Mu Qiu... this life is too long, you can't just leave me alone... I was reborn for you, if you let go now, what's the point of me living alone?"

Song Zichen's heart ached so much that he could hardly speak, he pressed his cheek against the man's hair, and spoke intermittently while choking on his sobs.Mu Qiu just shook his head with a smile, held his hand, and coughed twice: "Your Highness is wrong——in this life, I live a very happy life, happier than any day in the previous life... I and Your Highness is different, I stole my life, and I am content to be able to steal this year..."

"Mu Qiu—what did you say?!"

Song Zichen was startled, instinctively felt that his words seemed to have some deep meaning, subconsciously asked a question, but the man had already closed his eyes and leaned against his chest.He didn't cough anymore, but the blood seemed to flow out from the corner of his lips like that, and dripped on Song Zichen's heart, blooming a very coquettish and cruel blood-colored flower.

"Mu Qiu..."

Seeing his increasingly disastrous face, Song Zichen's heart finally cooled down completely.

The man told him that he was already very tired, that this life was stolen, and he really couldn't understand what it meant, but he still couldn't breathe because of these few words.

If Mu Qiu is indeed very tired—if Mu Qiu needs to rest long ago, does he really want to hold that person back because of his own selfishness, telling him to continue to accompany him through these chilling scheming, and calling him once? The first time you fell ill because of your own injury and exhausted your energy?

His mind was suddenly in a trance, he hugged the person in his arms in a daze, looking at the gurgling blood constantly gushing from the corner of his lips, he actually forgot to wipe it off.

"What are you in a daze for? Do you really want him to vomit blood and die like this!"

Mu Feng hurried back, and when he saw the situation in the room, a trace of hostility suddenly flashed in his eyes.He hurried over and pulled him away, touched Mu Qiu's acupuncture points, took out a jade bottle from his bosom, poured out a pill and fed it to him.

"Uncle Feng, Mu Qiu said he was very tired..."

Song Zichen spoke in a hoarse voice, knelt down beside the couch, and gently held the man's hand.Mu Feng's movements couldn't help being slightly stagnant, and he subconsciously glanced at him, and he couldn't help but sighed a little bit sadly, but he still made up his mind and said: "Even if this brat is going to die, he must give us an explanation before letting go—— Are you willing to die in such a muddle because of your father's disgusting methods?!"

"I--"

Song Zichen didn't know how to make a choice for a while, and subconsciously responded, a little blood flooded his eyes.Mu Feng just forcibly pulled the person on the couch up, and quickly tapped the big acupoint on his body to stop vomiting blood. Mu Qiu was pulled up by him like this, and leaned weakly between his arms, with his head slightly tilted back , and his arms were drooping down, looking like a puppet that had lost its life, which made people feel extremely hopeless.

Song Zichen really couldn't see it, so he quickly walked over to protect the man in his arms, and carefully straightened his clothes.Only then did Mu Feng calm down a little, and threw the jade bottle to him again: "This thing can extend a person's life, but the price is that he will lose all his martial arts, and from now on he can only spend time on the sick bed...he won't die. From now on, you feed him this pill every day, at least you can save your life first, and I will figure out the rest..."

He spoke a little cryptically, but Song Zichen didn't dare to think too much, but quickly hugged the person in his arms tightly, carefully watching his breath gradually stabilize, and then called out very softly: "Mu Qiu... you Are you ok?"

After calling several times in succession, the man slowly opened his eyes again. Confusion flashed in his eyes, and a soft and helpless sigh filled his eyes: "Uncle Feng still did this..."

"Mu Qiu—what's going on, what kind of medicine is this, how do you feel now?"

Song Zichen's heart tightened, and he hurriedly asked a question.But Mu Qiu just smiled and shook his head, raised his head to meet Song Zichen's anxious gaze, coughed a few times before saying softly, "Don't worry, Your Highness, I'll be fine..."

His tone was calm, but there was an indelible sadness in his eyes.Song Zichen became more and more worried when he saw it, and held the man's hand with a little strength: "Mu Qiu, just tell me if you feel uncomfortable, and there will be a way - I will always be with you, no matter what Whatever happens, I will always be with you, don't be afraid..."