The rebirth of Jiangshan is hired

His attitude made the two of them feel a little helpless.Song Zichen twitched the corners of his mouth with a wry smile, lowered his eyes and wanted to say something, but couldn't make a sound no matter what.

Mu Qiu looked at him patiently, gently shook his hand, raised his head in a slow voice, and said, "The emperor has never been a willful person."

"That's why I can't help but want to try my willful taste."

The smile on the emperor's face seemed very relaxed, he waved his hand and answered, then he stood up as if seeing off a guest and said, "Okay, I'm not going to let go anytime soon, and you don't have to put on such a face ——Go, live your comfortable life for a few days. When I hand over the burden to you, even if you don't want to, you are destined to have no way to relax anymore. "

When it came to the end, his tone already carried a bit of unquestionable resolute majesty.The aura that belonged to the emperor returned to him after a long absence, and Song Zichen still did not dare to disobey him, so he could only bow his head in silence, and accompanied Mu Qiu out of the palace gate.

After being blown by the cold wind, he realized that his eye sockets were hot.He walked a few steps top-heavy, and finally lost all strength, and sat down beside the cold stone steps.

"Your Highness..."

Mu Qiu looked at him, all kinds of complex emotions in his eyes flashed away, and called out in a warm voice, leaning down and pulling him gently: "The emperor has his own thoughts, we—after all, we can't persuade them, and we can't be shaken..."

"I know, it's just that I suddenly feel that some things are really boring."

Song Zichen smiled wryly, and shook his head vigorously, with a bit of trance and pain in his eyes: "Is that seat really that interesting? Everyone wants to grab it, everyone wants to grab it. There is a conspiracy to grab it, so I will do everything I can— —But the person sitting on that seat, how tired and lonely is his heart, but no one has ever cared..."

"Everyone in the world is like this. If you can't get what you want, it's good to look at it. But when you really get it, only you know what it feels like."

Mu Qiu smiled helplessly, shook his head lightly, and sighed with mixed feelings.Song Zichen's heart was also in turmoil, and after hearing his words, he sighed a little more, sighed very lightly, and sat on the stone steps in a daze, lost in thought.

Mu Qiu knew that he was conflicted in his heart, and didn't want to disturb him at this time, but just quietly accompanied him.The spring night was not too cold, and he was dressed warmly, but he didn't feel that it was too difficult. It's just that his legs became numb after sitting in one position for a long time. If he had completely lost consciousness before, it would be fine. At this time, he had already vaguely recovered some feelings, and the numbness suddenly became infinitely obvious.

Rao Yi Muqiu's temperament, at this time, it was already a bit unbearable to endure such unbearable torture.Raising his hands and rubbing his legs slowly, a little cold air was sucked in from between his teeth, and rushed into his throat unexpectedly, making him cough uncontrollably.

"Mu Qiu!"

Waking up suddenly from contemplation, Song Zichen scolded himself for being too short of memory, got up in a panic, held the man in his arms, and patted his back that was faintly tending to convulse due to the acute cough: " Mu Qiu, Mu Qiu—how is it, are you okay? Don’t worry, breathe slowly—it’s all my fault, why are you dazed here for no reason..."

"Don't worry, Your Highness—I'm fine. Except for such a big matter, if His Highness doesn't react at all, I can't help but suspect that His Highness is hard-hearted..."

Mu Qiu coughed for a while before slowing down a bit, shook his head with a smile, and replied warmly.Song Zichen pursed his lips, glanced at the carriage not far away, carefully picked him up, and walked quickly towards the carriage: "I'm very confused, Mu Qiu——I'm very sad, but I also feel that this It's what my father wants, so I shouldn't be uncomfortable..."

"Everyone has their own priorities..."

Being picked up suddenly by him, the pain in his legs was even worse.Mu Qiu reluctantly responded, his legs trembled uncontrollably, he endured it for a while, and finally sighed weakly: "Sorry, Your Highness—I'm having a hard time concentrating now... ..."

"What's the matter—is there something uncomfortable?!"

Song Zichen's heart tightened, and he quickly put him gently on the carriage, and anxiously asked about his situation.But Mu Qiu just frowned and shook his head slightly, his legs convulsed and tightened uncontrollably, one hand tightly clutched the soft fabric beside him, his back seemed to be twisted and twisted by a giant python, and his body was finally uncontrollable. It spasmed violently.

His consciousness was clearly still awake, but he couldn't control his body's writhing and twitching no matter what—this kind of weakness made him uncontrollably upset.He closed his eyes hard, bit his lower lip tightly, and was suddenly enveloped by a familiar breath.Opening her eyes instinctively, she was kissed carefully by the man.

"No—Your Highness..."

Mu Qiu really disliked himself like this - he didn't want to let himself fall into such a powerless state, so he couldn't help but say such almost willful words to Uncle Feng.Originally, he thought that with his own body, he would not be able to fall into such a ridiculous and pitiful situation, but the reality slapped him hard, making him suddenly understand how powerless he had become.

The thoughts in his mind were chaotic and endless, his blood was surging, and his breathing became unstoppable.Song Zichen felt the pain in his heart, but he still held him firmly in his arms, blocked his weak struggle with his body, and said in a low voice to the outside: "Pack up your things and go home."

There was a steady response from outside, and the carriage moved forward steadily after a slight sway, Song Zichen carefully took the man into his arms, and kissed him deeply without any explanation.

He knew that such a situation might happen to Mu Qiu—that person's body was already very dilapidated, and he couldn't even stand the slightest bit of exertion.But he accidentally forgot such an important matter, and asked Mu Qiu to sit with him for so long with such a body...

Struggling with guilt in his heart, Song Zichen sighed very lightly, his arms became tighter and tighter, and he relentlessly deepened the kiss.

I don't know if it's because the consolation really worked, but Mu Qiu's body gradually calmed down, but he still closed his eyes tightly and refused to open them.Listening to his breathing, Song Zichen naturally knew that the other party's consciousness was still fully awake, carefully kissed his tightly closed eyes, and suddenly touched the cold and salty tears.

The cold touch of the tears made him shiver uncontrollably, and carefully kissed away the more and more water, but his voice couldn't help choking: "Mu Qiu—don't cry, it's okay, it's okay , don't cry, I'm..."

He had never seen Mu Qiu look so slumped—that man's pride seemed to have been completely shattered, and it was scattered powerlessly on the ground, even the chance of picking it up was slim.Song Zichen clenched his teeth tightly, tried to calm himself down, kissed the person in his arms over and over again, kissed away his cold tears, and kissed his pale cheeks.

"Mu Qiu, it's all over—it's okay, it's okay..."

Song Zichen didn't know what to say, so he could only repeat those words clumsily over and over again.Mu Qiu's body tensed for a long time before finally relaxing inch by inch, leaning against the familiar embrace, tiredly and quietly closing his eyes: "Your Highness...so I can understand what the Emperor is like. Mood..."

I don't want to linger on, I don't want to trample my last dignity into the mud in exchange for a glimmer of life.But he had to do this, he had to take on all the stubbornness, all the pride, all the dignity that was barely maintained or could not be maintained long ago, to beg for the gift of living even one more day.

He didn't dare to die, but he was also unwilling to live like this.

The emotions that have been suppressed for a long time were finally aroused by the fluctuations in his heart when he saw the old emperor today. Mu Qiu took a few breaths, with a hint of self-mockery in his eyes, and slowly closed his eyes again: "Your Highness ——I want to be quiet by myself..."

Song Zichen trembled suddenly, his eyes filled with sadness and joy, and said warmly, "Okay."

He didn't say a word, didn't make a move.She just carefully supported Mu Qiu to lean on the soft couch, kissed him softly on the forehead, and left the carriage without a sound.

"Your Highness—"

Unexpectedly, he would come out suddenly, and the hidden guards outside the car hurried up to meet him.He just called out, and suddenly he was startled by the blood in his eyes, and his heart jumped.

"Go and tell your father——I will be the prince."

Song Zichen spoke coldly, his voice seemed to be extremely hoarse, but it also carried an inexplicable chill.In his eyes, a trace of bloodthirsty ferocity finally slowly swayed away.

——Even if he knew Song Zixuan's bad deeds of being hacked into pieces for a long time, even if he hated Song Zixuan because of Mu Qiu's injuries and illnesses again and again, he has never been as eager as he is now. Know that bastard's life firsthand.

Anyone who brought Mu Qiu to the situation he is in today is damned—whether it is Song Zixuan or himself.

The tingling pain in the palm vaguely recalled a sliver of reason, Song Zichen looked down at his palm in a trance, and suddenly provoked a bitter smile that was almost desolate,

He changed his mind - he didn't want to walk steadily and carefully as his father and Mu Qiu expected.That was safe, but too slow—he couldn't afford to wait.

He wanted to take Song Zixuan's life with his own hands, and use his blood to drag Mu Qiu back from the place where he was so terrified that he couldn't breathe.He is not afraid of death, and he is not afraid of losing completely. He has decided to fight, so no matter how miserable the loss is, he will not have the slightest regret in his heart.