The rebirth of Jiangshan is hired

Mu Qiu leaned quietly on the couch, and quietly let His Royal Highness carefully apply the ice pack on her, and carefully applied the ointment.Every movement is carefully as if afraid of breaking him, making him feel warm in his heart, but also inexplicably overflowing with hidden and subtle pain.

"Your Highness..."

He opened his mouth almost like a sigh, but suddenly stopped talking, not knowing what to continue.

Obviously, he was the one who kept preventing His Highness from asking that sentence, if he said it himself now, what would be the meaning of those interruptions that were so clumsy that His Highness could see them before.

Meeting the concerned and tense eyes of His Royal Highness, Mu Qiu smiled lightly, suppressing the gloomy emotions in his eyes, leaving only his usual peace and gentleness: "Sit on the couch and do it, isn't it tiring?"

"I—I'm fine, I'm not tired..."

Song Zichen quickly shook his head and denied it, but followed his words and got up, sat sideways on the side of the couch, and continued to carefully bandage his wrist.

Seeing the dim struggle in his eyes, Mu Qiu suddenly smiled shallowly, reached out his other uninjured hand, and gently stroked his forehead: "Okay, Your Highness—it's not a big deal thing."

"Why is it not a big deal!"

For some reason, this sentence hit the sore spot completely, Song Zichen straightened up suddenly, his eyes were filled with blood at some point, accompanied by self-blame and guilt that was hard to let go: "Mu Qiu, it's all me, if I -"

"If His Highness hadn't told me to take this medicine at that time, I'm afraid I wouldn't even be able to sit here and chat and laugh with His Highness now."

Mu Qiu shook his head, gently held the man's arm, and responded with a warm smile.

When he said this sentence, Song Zichen trembled suddenly, held his hand back forcefully in fear, and shook his head vigorously: "Mu Qiu, stop talking..."

"I didn't want to say it at first, but seeing His Highness's appearance, I felt that I had to say it."

Mu Qiu smiled patiently and spoke slowly, gradually gaining some strength in the clasped hands, as if wanting to prove her real existence.In fact, there is not much feeling left in his legs. Originally, he just wanted to try to see if he could still barely walk while holding on to the table, but unexpectedly, he had no strength in his hands after he had recovered from a serious illness. down.

He wasn't surprised, but felt somewhat sad in his heart.

Song Zichen opened his mouth but couldn't speak, he just buried himself in his shoulder hard, the tears couldn't help but flow out, soaking through the soft and comfortable clothes he specially chose for that person.

Mu Qiu raised his hand to hug him again, stroked him gently, with a gentle smile in his eyes: "It's not a big deal, Your Highness... I can still live and be by His Highness's side, that's enough Very good."

He has never been a greedy person.

After discovering that Mu Qiu's legs were bad for walking, Song Zichen took care of him more carefully, even to the point of being cautious.

He felt guilty towards Mu Qiu in his heart—he was clearly aware of that man's arrogance. When the two of them were in the palace together, Mu Qiu would be beaten and punished for him, and would do things for him that he couldn't do by himself. Naturally, he would be injured and sick because of this.But that person never tolerated him lying down for more than three days, and he always had to support himself to get up when he got better, and refused to lie on the couch again no matter what.

Mu Qiu also has his own pride, but this pride does not impose on anyone.He is humble and loyal, no matter whether he is facing himself or others, he will never do anything that violates his identity, and his temper is as good as a pliable cattail.His pride was always imposed on himself, and he was originally a person who was too harsh on himself.

Before he knew it, that person had been lingering on the sickbed for more than half a year.

"Your Highness—do you have something on your mind?"

Today's weather is good, and the spring light of March has come down.Without the usual hard work, and no need to force himself from time to time, Mu Qiu's body seemed to be gradually recovering under careful conditioning, and was hugged by Song Zichen in the yard to bask in the sun.

The sun shines down from the corner of the eaves, dispelling the chill of the whole winter, and warming people's hearts inexplicably.

Mu Qiu looked at Song Zichen in the sunlight, his eyes were gentle and puzzled, and his tone was always patient.

Song Zichen's heart was inexplicably sour, he blinked his eyes to dispel the moisture, shook his head with a smile, poured a cup of tea and handed it to him.

——When he came out holding Mu Qiu just now, he really realized that the man might really not be able to stand up again.

He kept telling himself that Mu Qiu was just too weak, not that the medicine was too overbearing.But Mu Qiu's vitality gradually recovered these days, and a touch of blood seemed to be added to his face, but his legs still had no strength. He stood up with his support, and fell straight into his arms.

The force was very light, but it hurt him a lot.

Mu Qiu took the cup of tea, didn't ask any more questions, just lowered his head and took a sip, and cast his eyes on the young man practicing martial arts in the courtyard.

Su Tuhe had undoubtedly become more diligent these days, and he always begged Song Zichen to go out and help with something, as if this could help Brother Mu.Song Zichen was afraid that something would happen to him at first, but later seeing that he was alert enough, he didn't stop him anymore, but told him not to tell Mu Qiu about these things, so as not to make that person worry more.

Su Tuhe is a sensible child, the prince is not allowed to speak, so naturally he never spoke.But when Mu Qiu looked at Su Tuhe, some inexplicable thoughts gradually appeared in his eyes. The hand holding the teacup tightened faintly, then gradually relaxed, and lowered his eyes thoughtfully.

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

Seeing his strange reaction, Song Zichen felt worried, and hurried over to ask a question in a slow voice.But Mu Qiu just shook his head slightly, sat up a little bit straighter, and handed back the teacup in his hand: "Your Highness, is there anything going on outside these days?"

Song Zichen didn't want him to take the initiative to know, but if he took the initiative to ask, Song Zichen would definitely tell.

He is no longer willing to let that person whose pride has been shattered have thoughts of his own uselessness in any place.

"There hasn't been anything wrong in recent days. The emperor has never expressed anything. Song Zixuan has also stopped, and Marquis Yunhui has stayed behind closed doors. There is nothing wrong with the cessation."

Song Zichen asked someone to take a horse tie, sat next to Mu Qiu, grabbed a blade of grass at random, and spoke truthfully without thinking.

Although he was with Mu Qiu, he was not ignorant of what was going on outside the window.Mu Qiu's body was still weak, and also affected by the medicine, he fell asleep for a small half of the day.He will use these times to deal with external affairs, like a dormant leopard, sharpening its minions day after day, waiting for an opportunity to come out at any time.

Mu Qiu didn't rush to speak, but just waited patiently.He knew his highness well, if it was just such a small matter, that person would not ask someone to move a Maza, and put on a posture of long talk.

"A few days ago, the grain and grass case was almost finished, but at the most critical moment, I suddenly found that some necessary physical evidence was missing. Father didn't send anyone to look for me, but just asked Feigui to hold Shangfang's sword to search around. The lost physical evidence was found in the prince's mansion, and Long Yan was furious because of this, and ordered Song Zixuan to shut up and reflect for a year, and not to leave without an order."

Speaking of the father, there was more sarcasm in his eyes - how could he not know that this was his father showing weakness to him, but his heart was still cold, without the slightest fluctuation.

If I knew today, why bother?

He didn't say these words, but every word came out of his eyes undisguised.Mu Qiu looked at the hostility in his eyes, and sighed very lightly, but still didn't speak.Song Zichen seemed to be awakened suddenly by his sigh, stopped the conversation in time, and switched to another matter.

"The matter of the poisoning in the palace is now handed over to the Department of Bodyguards to investigate, but the investigation is not clear. Father seems not in a hurry, as if he is waiting for something, but I don't know what he is thinking in his heart—— —I don’t even bother to think about it.”

He no longer tried to hide his emotions from Mu Qiu. After all, even if the man lost his internal strength and his hearing and eyesight were not as good as before, he still didn't lose a little bit of sharpness.As long as he sees himself in his eyes, there is nothing to hide from his thoughts.

"Fortunately, Your Highness didn't think about it too much. If you think about it, you'll end up feeling bored."

Mu Qiu looked at him, a little smile gradually appeared in his eyes, and he spoke in a good-natured and slow voice.

Song Zichen was taken aback by what he said, looked up at him blankly, opened his mouth but didn't know how to respond, only one sentence remained: "Why?"

"His Royal Highness, the authorities are obsessed, or even though they are not, they are absolutely unwilling to think too deeply..."

Mu Qiu sighed softly, shook his head with a smile, raised his gaze and fixed on him gently: "What the emperor is waiting for is nothing more than when His Highness will calm down."

"Then tell him to wait. I'm never angry at all, so how can I calm down?"

Song Zichen's eyes sharpened suddenly, and he was worried that Mu Qiu was by his side, so the sharpness in his eyes disappeared bit by bit, leaving only an unmoved indifference and indifference: "If he had thought of me when he was doing these things, would he How could it get to the point where it is now? It is nothing more than that he insists on going his own way, insisting that everyone and everything do according to his ideas... I have already given up on him."

"Your Highness..."

Mu Qiu looked at him gently, his eyes gradually filled with helplessness, and he couldn't help but sighed softly.

This is obviously his own cause and effect, but the emperor insisted on intervening, but unexpectedly, he made a wrong step and turned the emperor himself into a sufferer. I don't know how powerless that person who is above the throne is in his heart.

But he won't persuade him anymore, at least at this time, he won't persuade him any more.

His Highness had already carried enough, and he didn't want to put any more burden on that shoulder.