The rebirth of Jiangshan is hired

"Not really, it's just that I finally figured out something."

Song Zichen blushed slightly, coughed and smiled helplessly, shook his head and pulled him into his arms: "Mu Qiu, Feigui came here just now and said something to me...I'm the one who made you worry."

"I have been used to worrying about His Highness since I was a child. If His Highness doesn't need me that day, I will be terrified."

After hearing his words, Mu Qiu understood everything.Smiling and shaking his head, he patted his arm lightly: "Now that your highness has figured it out, do you feel better?"

"what--?"

Song Zichen couldn't help being slightly startled, he always thought that Mu Qiu took the trouble to tell Peng Feigui those words to himself in order to stop him from being self-willed and entangled, so that he could reconcile with his father as soon as possible.But at this time, he suddenly realized that the reason that person spent all this painstaking effort was to make him feel better.

An inexplicable sadness suddenly surged up, making his heart inexplicably warm and painful at times, and his throat was so choked that he could hardly speak.He just hugged that person tightly and kept calling his name: "Mu Qiu, Mu Qiu..."

"Your Highness is already an adult, so don't cry all the time."

Mu Qiu chuckled, leaned back on his shoulder, and patiently wiped away the tears that had appeared on his face at some point.Song Zichen, however, also followed his words with a chuckle, shook his head helplessly, and kissed his forehead with a light sigh: "Mu Qiu, if I lost you—I really don't know what I would do..."

"Don't worry, Your Highness, until the last moment, I will always be by His Highness's side."

Mu Qiu responded warmly, and held his hand, her eyes were gentle and firm, showing a hint of long-lost spirit.Song Zichen's heart warmed up, he nodded vigorously, held the man's hand tightly, and kissed him lightly: "Just for one night - we'll be fine and don't care about anything. After tomorrow, I'll listen to you arrange……"

He had guessed what Mu Qiu was thinking, but he still couldn't bear to refuse.He naturally knew that everything about that person was for his own good, but he just couldn't bear Mu Qiu to suffer even a little bit because of this matter - no matter how good and safe the plan was at the beginning, something would inevitably happen .Just like the last time, he obviously thought it was just an ordinary feigning illness, but he almost got that person to follow him in.

He still can't help but wonder whether Mu Qiu's poisoning in his father's palace was an accident or his father's plan—it seems that after that injury, he can no longer think of things as simple as before .These thoughts are entrenched in his chest every day, turning into poisonous snakes biting his heart, constantly injecting venom—he wants to break free, but he still can't extricate himself.

Until today, it seems that the big rock has finally been thrown away a little bit.

Mu Qiu didn't say much, but just gave a very soft "hmm".His voice was still a bit warm and hoarse when he just woke up, and he leaned on Song Zichen with complete trust, allowing him to do whatever he wanted with indulgence and tenderness, which made Song Zichen's chest unstoppably warm, and he embraced Song Zichen with all his strength. Tightening the person in his arms, he kissed deeply.

I don't know when, he became more and more dependent on the contact with that person - the warm body, the light breath, the familiar faint scent of ink was almost overwhelmed by the scent of medicine, but it was still the same when he hugged him It is very warm.

Mu Qiu closed her eyes, quietly meeting his movements.

The lips and teeth are entangled, and the breath is mixed.

After the kiss was over, Mu Qiu's breath was already a little unsteady, and she leaned against his arms and panted hurriedly.Song Zichen carefully stroked his chest for him, then lightly kissed the corners of his lips, and carefully wiped the water from the corners of his eyes: "Is it okay? Next time it doesn't work, just bite me, so as not to be short of breath... ..."

"Fortunately—I'm a man anyway, how can I say no..."

Mu Qiu coughed and panted, and answered solemnly, but Song Zichen's jaw almost dropped from what he said.He grabbed his shoulders in astonishment, and looked him up and down several times: "Mu Qiu—are you Mu Qiu? Who are you pretending to be, and you haven't quickly revealed your true form!"

"I just said that I am a man, but I was beaten as a fake. Your Highness really didn't say anything."

Mu Qiu couldn't help laughing out loud, and replied with a stern face on purpose.The two laughed and laughed on the couch for a while, Mu Qiu was still weak, and the earth dragon in the room was warming up again, and now he was sweating a little, leaning against the side of the couch, panting lightly, but his face was still full of uneasiness. retreating smile.

"The weather is getting warmer every day. This room is a bit hot. I'll tell them to cool down a little. If it's cold, tell them quickly, okay?"

Song Zichen carefully wiped the cold sweat off his forehead for him, and gave him a gentle instruction.However, Mu Qiu nodded repeatedly as if he was being pardoned, and said softly with a smile: "I have long felt hot, but the hidden guards dare not listen to me, and they refuse to withdraw their firepower privately--Your Highness should say it for me Well, I guess they won't dare to listen to what I say."

"It's not that you always forced yourself before, and they couldn't tell whether what you said was true or false, so they simply didn't listen to it."

Song Zichen couldn't help laughing, and shaved a strand of messy sideburns behind his ears for him, then leaned over and kissed his forehead: "I'll tell them right now, and ask them to bring the dinner by the way—the meat pot for today The vegetables are specially collected from the greenhouse, and the meat is also sliced ​​from the best sheep, you will definitely like it."

"Being fed by His Highness thinking of ways to feed me all day, I'm afraid I'm going to gain a lot of weight."

Mu Qiu couldn't help but laugh, relaxed and leaned against the couch, and answered half teasing and half complaining.Song Zichen and the outside gave a few orders before returning quickly, shaking his head and chuckling lightly, "I think it would be better for you to be fatter, but now it's just that you don't hurt your hands, but it still doesn't matter much in your arms. If you are angry and blood If you have enough, your body will also get better, no matter what you do in the future, it will always be beneficial and harmless."

"If His Highness can't hug me that day, then I will regret it."

He has long been proficient in saying this, and Mu Qiu has no way to refute, so he shook his head and muttered in a low voice.Song Zichen didn't expect him to say this, so he couldn't help being slightly startled, and couldn't help laughing after a while: "You, you can't say anything good—why can't I hold you anymore? How heavy is it?" I can hug you too, I just like hugging you..."

He spoke too bluntly, even though he was already intimate enough, Mu Qiu's face was still flushed with blood, he coughed lightly, looked away, lowered his head and sipped his tea as a cover-up.Song Zichen stopped teasing him, and waited for the servants to bring in the pot and meat dishes, then hugged the man in the chair by the table, and happily cooked the pot with him: "In my opinion, This thing is better than ready-made meals - no matter what you want to eat, you can make it yourself, and the taste can be adjusted by yourself. Even if you are picky, you can't find anything wrong with it."

"Your Highness is right—everyone says it's difficult to adjust the voices. If it is necessary to adjust, it's better to ask the voices to adjust themselves."

Mu Qiu nodded slightly with a smile, and replied warmly.Song Zichen instinctively felt that there was something deep in his words, and slowly pondered, while deftly pouring down his favorite vegetables and meat, and slowly fiddled with the ingredients inside: "But——if you ask yourself to make the adjustments, wouldn't you Will there be trouble?"

"There is only one pot. If everyone insists on mixing it in the pot, there will naturally be a big mess."

Mu Qiu looked at him quietly, with a warm look of relief in his eyes, and nodded slightly with a smile: "But if it's this seasoning dish, everyone has one, how do you prepare it yourself, and why do others? As long as you can master it Well, there is a way to make everyone feel satisfied, it’s just a matter of whether you want to find it—after all, there are too many rulers who don’t want everyone to eat to their liking.”

Song Zichen put down his chopsticks and pondered for a long time, then nodded vigorously, looked up at him and said, "Mu Qiu, thank you - I understand."

"Many principles are simple to say, but not necessarily easy to sit up. Your Highness still has a long way to go, as long as you keep these in your heart and practice slowly, you don't have to be afraid of making mistakes. Who can live without making mistakes?"

Mu Qiu smiled and picked up a piece of chopsticks for him, and replied slowly.Perhaps it was because of the phrase "the road is still long", Song Zichen felt an inexplicable soreness in his heart, but his face still didn't show it, he just looked at him with a smile and said, "So, does Mu Qiu also have regrets?"

"I'm not perfect. Naturally, there are always things worth regretting. Could it be that in the eyes of His Highness, I never make mistakes?"

Mu Qiu couldn't help laughing, but shook his head helplessly.Song Zichen got excited, swallowed the piece of meat whole, carefully arranged the dishes for him, then pulled his sleeve and said curiously: "To be honest, I really feel that way...Mu Qiu, what about you?" What is the thing you regret the most?"

Mu Qiu was so disturbed by him that he couldn't eat, so he sighed softly, put down his chopsticks and thought about it for a while, and then sighed very lightly: "If there is any regret, it is probably—that one that I shouldn't have eaten at the beginning. It's medicine."

"what?"

Unexpectedly, he would suddenly mention this matter, Song Zichen's heart tightened suddenly, and he subconsciously asked.But Mu Qiu just smiled faintly, shook his head lightly, raised his hand and rubbed his forehead, and there was a hint of distant nostalgia in his eyes.

"If I don't eat that drunken world, I might not have other ways to win His Highness's trust. At that time, I was too childish. Seeing that my own brother was persecuting me in front of me, and my lord was insisting on me, I was inexplicably angry. I took the medicine down, but I didn't expect so many troubles to happen afterwards... Now that I think about it, this is really the one thing I am most ashamed of His Highness."