The rebirth of Jiangshan is hired

After Mu Qiu regained his composure, Mu Feng finally got up and left the room in a hurry.

Just after turning the corner, his steps suddenly stopped.

"Uncle Feng..."

Song Zichen didn't seem to feel nervous, but just bent over and saluted, and called out in a low voice.Mu Feng frowned and looked at him, his eyes couldn't help being a bit wary - he suddenly felt that he couldn't see through this young prince, as if from the moment he came back with Mu Qiu in his arms, this scarred His soul has been completely turned into ashes, and it is so cold that it drifts away with the wind, completely scattered in the wind and has nowhere to clean up.

An inexplicable sadness and bitterness spread in his heart, but he couldn't say anything after all.Mu Feng stood still for a while, turned around and glanced at the lights in the room, and then sighed very softly: "Don't tell him..."

"I know... Uncle Feng, I won't say anything."

What he said was not clear, but Song Zichen obviously understood.He replied slowly, then raised his eyes to look at him again, his eyes were indifferent and calm after the extreme sadness: "Just——can you tell me what is the use of the Three Lives Wangchuan, why is it called Mu Qiu... With Mu Qiu's temper, did he say such self-defeating words?"

"These things—you'd better not ask too much."

Mu Feng's gaze couldn't help but sink, and he answered in a low voice, but he was defeated by his plain but persistent gaze, and he sighed helplessly: "Forget it...even if I tell you, so what. You I also saw that Mu Qiu can no longer detect your existence. This is a sign that all the internal energy in his body has dissipated, and his martial arts will be useless. In addition, his actions will become more and more powerless. First, his feet and legs, Then it is the arm, and in the end, even the daily activities have to be taken care of by others, and it is nothing more than saving one's life."

Every time he said a word, Song Zichen's chest tightened.Staring at her fixedly, until he heard every word he said, finally some despair and bitterness flashed in his eyes, he stumbled back two steps, shook his head with a wry smile: "No wonder—how could Mu Qiu bear it?" These? He has always been used to taking care of me. Even though he looks gentle and good-tempered on the surface, his temper is actually more arrogant than anyone else. Many times he can't even trust others at all, he can only trust himself... "

"It may not have come to this point... Don't worry, things may not have turned around yet."

Mu Feng lowered his voice slightly and whispered, with a little determination and blood in his eyes, he frowned and said in a low voice: "Drunken Hongchen is the top of all poisons, most of the poisons will be swallowed by him, and the rare ones will also be suppressed by him Toxicity. Especially this "Three Lives of Forgotten River", originally with Zui Hongchen is a male and female double poison, as long as he still has Zui Hongchen in his body, he can suppress the toxicity of Three Lives Forgotten River. As for being so weak."

"But—if the poison of the drunken world is not understood, wouldn't Mu Qiu still die?"

Song Zichen asked in a low voice in astonishment, shook his head in a daze, and a little hopeless blood flashed in his eyes: "It's really ridiculous, the poison that I thought I must undo has become the only thing that can save his life... ..."

"Although this is the case, it does not necessarily mean that there will be no turning point."

Mu Feng spoke in a deep voice, grasped his shoulders tightly, and said in a low voice: "Don't be too anxious to lose heart—the reason why Mu Qiu is in such a state may not be due to the poison in his body, but more because of hard work .He followed you, and he never really had a full day of life, and never had a moment of rest. But it is also because of this, as long as he can give him a chance to rest, it may not be a turnaround. The three lives of Wangchuan originally It is one of the most poisonous in the world, destined to be impossible to be completely suppressed by Zui Hongchen, no matter what he thinks now, he has to honestly raise his body on the couch, and the sleep time will definitely be much longer than before .If taking the opportunity to recuperate can make his body recover a little bit, and if he finds the antidote for Zui Hongchen in the future, he may not be able to make him live well..."

"I understand……"

Song Zichen's gaze was fixed, and some light finally shot out from his eyes that were almost ashen, and he looked at him and said in a hoarse voice, "Uncle Feng, what do you want me to do - just say it, no matter what it is, I will fight it Destined to do it..."

"You don't need to do anything—I'll find the antidote. The only thing you have to do is to keep an eye on him and never let him have any more accidents."

Mu Feng replied in a low voice, looked at the expression of the young man in front of him, and then sighed with a wry smile for a moment: "You and I both understand——Actually, this task is much more difficult than finding an antidote. God...isn't it?"

"Yes...you are right at all."

Song Zichen smiled helplessly, shook his head slightly, lowered his eyes and sighed.It could be seen that he was suffering in his heart, but Mu Feng didn't know what else to say, he just patted him on the shoulder vigorously, and walked away quickly without looking back: "I'm going to find an antidote, maybe there's nothing I can do for a while. Stay in the capital. You two should be more careful in everything, and don't make any accidents, you know?"

Meeting him with a concerned look, Song Zichen's eyes showed a bit of a bitter smile, and he nodded lightly: "Yes——I will definitely live up to my trust."

Only then did Mu Feng feel relieved, pressed his shoulder hard again, and strode away without looking back.

Worried about making Mu Qiu feel suspicious, Song Zichen didn't enter the room right away, but after adjusting his expression outside for a while, he walked into the room pretending to be normal.Mu Qiu was leaning on the edge of the couch in a daze, when he heard familiar footsteps, he suddenly raised his head: "Your Highness—"

"What are you thinking, you are so focused on thinking?"

Song Zichen quickly returned to the couch, hugged him back into his arms, and kissed the corner of his lips lightly: "I asked them to cook some of your favorite dishes, they are all light Jiangnan dishes, try their handicrafts How about it. If you like it, I will ask them to make it for you every day from now on."

"I didn't think about anything, I was just in a daze."

Mu Qiu had no choice but to chuckle, and replied in a warm voice, smoothing out his hair that had been blown a little outside by the wind just now, and then said softly after a moment of pause: "Your Highness—I understand that His Highness wants to guard me However, the disputes in the court are now at their most intense, and if you don't take the initiative to attack, you may never have a chance to fight back. Don't you really regret it, Your Highness?"

"I only know that if I don't stay with you at this time, I will definitely regret it."

Song Zichen didn't seem to be surprised that he would ask this question, he answered patiently and warmly, and then hugged him in his arms: "Mu Qiu, from today onwards, we will no longer care about outside affairs, and we will never separate Psychology and other people. It’s just the two of us being together, and we don’t care about anything else, okay?”

Mu Qiu sighed very lightly, his eyes seemed to be filled with light water, but he quickly calmed down, leaving only a soft smile: "The ancients said, Xiao Yin hides in the wild, Zhong Yin hides in the world, and Da Yin hides in the world. Hiding in the court. Now Your Highness and I are going to live in seclusion in the Huagai Palace in the capital, if future generations listen to it, I’m afraid we will have to make up another story about being unyielding and lasting forever.”

"What's wrong with that--when the time comes, they will be pissed off. I won't fight or do anything, and I will be famous forever. They have been scratching their heads for a lifetime, and they don't know what they will get in the end."

Song Zichen replied solemnly, and hugged the man tightly with a smile.Mu Qiu couldn't help being slightly startled, subconsciously opened his eyes slightly, but then chuckled, "Your Highness's thinking like this actually makes sense..."

"What do you mean—why can't my thinking make sense?"

As soon as he came up, he heard his unfinished words, Song Zichen replied with dissatisfaction, and looked at the man's uncontrollable amused appearance, and there was a smile in his eyes.Just about to say something more, the food has already been brought up.

Song Zichen didn't ask Mu Qiu if he wanted to get up, and brought the food over by himself, skillfully picked up a chopstick and wanted to feed it to his mouth, but Mu Qiu suddenly pressed his arm lightly: "Your Highness—— I want to do it myself, can I?"

"Okay...you are weak now, but I'm still somewhat worried."

Song Zichen was silent for a moment, but still responded with a smile as if he didn't realize it, sighed again, and then handed the chopsticks to him, but didn't hand him the porcelain bowl containing the rice.Mu Qiu took the chopsticks, picked up the chopsticks and put them into his mouth. His movements seemed to be the same as usual, but there was already a layer of cold sweat on his forehead.

Song Zichen's heart ached when he saw it, but he still didn't dare to speak, and just let him eat the food one bite after another with difficulty.Mu Qiu ate a few mouthfuls in silence, his chest heaved slightly unconsciously, looking at his highness who didn't even dare to vent his breath, a helpless smile soaked in his eyes, and he pressed a chopstick to his lips: " Your Highness will be full just by watching me eat?"

"I--"

Unexpectedly, he would ask such a sentence. Song Zichen subconsciously opened his mouth to take the piece of meat, and his face turned a little bloody unconsciously. He coughed very lightly, and straightened up confidently: "That is Naturally—haven’t you heard of Beauty Can Eat?”

"Your Highness, don't make fun of me..."

Mu Qiu had no choice but to laugh, and coughed very lightly twice.He wanted to take a sip of tea to moisten his throat, but when he touched the teacup, he felt his hands trembling faintly. The simple action just now exhausted the little bit of energy he had finally accumulated, and there was a little mist in front of his eyes. It's hard to even hold a teacup.

He sat in a daze for a while, then gave up this unrealistic idea, smiled slightly and planned to put his hand back.But before he could withdraw, another hand grabbed his hand, and also held the small teacup.