The rebirth of Jiangshan is hired

"No—it shouldn't be like this..."

Song Zichen shook his head almost in a panic, with blood in his eyes, and dared not admit such a cruel fact no matter what.He really couldn't imagine what kind of mood Mu Qiu had at that time, willingly being plotted against by his father and alienated by himself.What kind of state of mind was that person in those nights that he endured alone, and what kind of torment should it be?

He still couldn't figure out why his father, who looked at Gu Mu Qiu like that, had always allowed Mu Qiu to suffer like that in his previous life. Maybe Mu Qiu could be taken care of at that time, but now he has to face this frightening fact—that person was driven step by step into a helpless situation, unable to break free, unable to escape , I can only guard a self that will never look back, and work hard for my life...

Such a possibility, even just thinking about it, made him shudder uncontrollably.

"Your Highness...listen to me, don't worry..."

Mu Qiu lightly patted his back, slowed down his voice to comfort him, and said softly after a while: "This is my fault...Your Highness, it's not you—nor the emperor, it's my fault. It was like this in the previous life, and it's the same in this life..."

"How could it be your fault! Obviously—"

Song Zichen's eyes tightened, and he instinctively wanted to refute, but was interrupted by the man who shook his head and said softly, "Your Highness think about it... If I had been determined enough in my previous life, and really dared to be with Your Highness so recklessly, I wouldn't have Obedience to the emperor's will and alienation from His Highness. Although I have tried hard in this life, I have paid the price on myself. In the final analysis, it is Your Highness who is hurt..."

"Mu Qiu, why do you think so?"

Song Zichen frowned and looked at him, shook his head vigorously, his eyes flashed with water, and he hugged him tightly with sobs: "You didn't do anything wrong... Mu Qiu, you must understand this. You Your whole life, and the last life, were actually destroyed by the hands of our Song family. Haven't you thought about it, if you hadn't met me, been my companion, or been forcibly brought into the palace by your father... you Your life will be completely different. You may be a generation of good ministers who have made great achievements in governing the country and the country, or you may be a martial arts master who roams the rivers and lakes with style and pleasure. But no matter which one you are, you should not be as sick as you are now, and even repeatedly Life hangs by a thread..."

"But if that's the case, there will be no way to meet His Highness."

Mu Qiu's eyes were filled with an extremely soft smile, he stroked his forehead lightly, and replied slowly.Meeting the man's almost stunned gaze, his eyes were filled with layers of relief and warmth: "Your Highness... If one day I forget these things, Your Highness must remind me how much I care about all of this - okay? ?”

"Mu Qiu—"

An ominous premonition suddenly rose in Song Zichen's heart. He frowned and looked at the man's pale face with a little fear in his eyes: "Mu Qiu, do you mean that you will forget all this? Could it be that the name really means this—could it be that people who take this medicine will really forget the past..."

"I originally thought His Highness knew...Since His Highness doesn't know, it doesn't matter."

Mu Qiu smiled and shook his head, replied in a warm voice, then raised his eyes to stare at the dazed person in front of him, with a gentle smile that couldn't see his emotions clearly: "If one day I really have nothing Remember... will His Highness want me?"

"How come - even if you really don't remember anything, I will never let you go..."

Song Zichen's heart ached from his gentle smile, and he replied hoarsely, and squeezed his hand as hard as he could: "Mu Qiu, don't be afraid... don't be afraid, so what if you forget about it? Those things I hurt What happened to you, and the stupid things I did, I wish you could forget it. If you always remember, won’t you keep laughing at me..."

"I just laughed at Your Highness a few times, who knows that His Highness actually remembered it until now."

Mu Qiu shook his head with a light smile, and sighed solemnly.Song Zichen looked slightly embarrassed, couldn't help coughing twice, touched his head in a low voice and said in a low voice: "You have done it more than a few times, obviously every time you find an opportunity, you will never let me escape easily ..."

"After all, the opportunity is rare, and it feels good to see His Highness in distress."

Mu Qiu coughed twice, with a relaxed smile in his eyes, and after a moment's pause, he said again: "Your Highness... I'm a little hungry, do you have anything to eat?"

"Yes—yes, I'll get it for you right away!"

It was rare to hear that he offered to eat, Song Zichen nodded quickly, jumped up and hurried to the door, then turned back worriedly, and told him to rest on the couch.Mu Qiu was instructed by him thousands of times, and there was a helpless smile in his eyes: "Looking at your highness's posture, it turns out that my reputation has fallen to this point..."

"It's not that I don't believe you, you also have to see how many times you have listened carefully."

Song Zichen couldn't help but laugh, and fished over the man as if punishing him, bit his earlobe lightly, and rubbed his cheek with the tip of his nose: "Wait for me to come back obediently—will you?"

"Your Highness's tone seems to be coaxing a child."

Mu Qiu nodded with a smile, complied with a good temper, and pulled the quilt up on his own initiative.Seeing his cooperative attitude, Song Zichen finally breathed a sigh of relief, kissed the corner of his lips lightly, and hurried to the back kitchen to order people to prepare food.

The moment his figure disappeared outside the door, the window was suddenly pushed open, and a human figure rolled in from the window without a sound.

Mu Qiu didn't seem to realize that he would come in, his eyes couldn't help being a little surprised, and then he was a little apologetic: "Father—I'm sorry..."

"You should still call me Uncle Feng, father, I can't get used to it."

Mu Feng responded in a low voice, walked over quickly and grasped the pulse of his wrist, probed for a moment, and then sighed very softly: "I'm sorry for you, don't rush to apologize to everyone. I didn't see that the emperor was so mad... If I had known this, I would never have softened your body and told you to fall asleep. I should have known that your body could no longer bear this torment."

"No—Uncle Feng is doing it for my own good, I know."

Mu Qiu lowered her head and responded with a smile, her chest rose and fell slightly, and the hands hanging beside her subconsciously clenched the quilt slightly.His eyes suddenly turned a little watery, and his smile suddenly became a little dazed. He raised his head and looked at his biological father in front of him, with a rare look of helplessness in his eyes: "But--Uncle Feng , why do you need to use this method to save me..."

"I know the arrogance in your heart... But you also have to understand how much your highness wants you to survive. If you fell asleep like that at that time, he might really go with you."

Mu Feng gritted his teeth to avoid his gaze as if he was guilty, and said in a low voice after a long silence: "Don't be too pessimistic—with the suppression of Zui Hongchen, the medicinal properties may not all be released. Besides, with it, you will be able to take care of your body thoroughly, as long as you can survive for another half year and get the antidote, everything will turn around..."

Mu Qiu lowered his gaze in a daze, chuckled lightly at himself, but just stopped talking.Mu Feng was never angry at his rudeness, but just looked at him quietly, and finally there were layers of pain in his eyes: "Qiu'er... don't blame me, I can't let you die like this, I can't stand..."

"Father, don't say that - you have worked so hard, Qiu'er understands that even if it's just for His Highness and Father, I should find a way to survive."

Mu Qiu replied in a warm voice, and the almost willful emotion quickly disappeared in his eyes, and his expression became as calm as before.Looking at the child in front of him, Mu Feng suddenly felt a dull pain in his chest, subconsciously pulled him into his arms, and burst into tears.

"If I had known...if I had known—"

His voice was a bit hopelessly fragmented and hoarse, and his arms were shaking violently.But Mu Qiu just let him hug me docilely, leaned quietly on his shoulder, sighed very lightly, closed his eyes and said in a low voice: "Father... If one day I really come to a dead end, please let me go." I'm going, I'm really tired..."

His internal strength was sealed, and it was hard to hear the sound from far away.Mu Feng's mind was agitated again, but no one had noticed that Song Zichen was standing at the door without knowing when.

Looking at the person who no longer had to force himself to be calm in front of him, and finally allowed himself to show exhaustion and even burnout, the last light in Song Zichen's eyes finally dimmed completely, and with a very soft sigh, tears rolled down his cheeks quietly.

He is selfish, and they are all selfish—because of their selfishness, that person has to suffer in this world with a sick body all the time.He didn't dare to think that apart from forgetting the past, what other effect these three lifetimes of forgetting the river could have was to make that calm and gentle person despair so far.But he has undoubtedly understood that for Mu Qiu today, living may indeed be some kind of extremely hard work.

But even so—he was still reluctant to let go.

Be it selfishness or greed—it’s like the only straw left in the hands of a drowning person, even though he knows that the straw will break sooner or later, he still doesn’t want to let it go.I can only watch helplessly as the straw is forced to support far more weight than it should bear, persevering precariously, and at some point, it will suddenly snap into two pieces and completely lose its vitality.

Just thinking about such a possibility made his chest hurt so badly that he couldn't breathe.