The rebirth of Jiangshan is hired

Mu Qiu looked at him quietly, with a faint smile in her eyes, she suddenly closed her eyes and leaned over, kissing him lightly on the lips.

"Don't be afraid...Mu Qiu, don't be afraid, we will all be fine..."

Song Zichen couldn't help but shed tears, kissed her deeply, and hugged him with a little more strength: "Everything will be fine... Before that, you have to be good, you know?"

"Don't worry, Your Highness, I know."

Mu Qiu nodded lightly with a smile, and was pulled into his arms with a very light sigh of relief.

There is no way out, but not necessarily no way out.

Song Zichen carefully picked him up from the water, dried him carefully with a cloth towel, wrapped him tightly with a large piece of tiger skin, and carried him all the way back to the couch.Mu Qiu was a little uneasy, her blushing cheeks coughed lightly, and just about to speak, the man leaned over and kissed the rest of the words.

The fragile nostalgia in those eyes was fleeting, and when Song Zichen raised his head, it was as gentle as a bright moon and flowing water.

Holding that pill in his hand, he still felt a little hesitant in his heart.Mu Qiu lowered his gaze slightly and was silent for a moment, then said slowly: "Your Highness...if I can never wake up again—"

"No—I won't let that happen."

Song Zichen interrupted him suddenly, clenched his fists hard, suppressed the uneasiness in his heart, and gently kissed his lips: "Leave everything to me, Mu Qiu, trust me..."

Lips and teeth met, tasted the cold and salty liquid, but did not know who shed the tears.

Finally, he still took the medicine, and there seemed to be no discomfort in his body, but his heart was inexplicably empty.Mu Qiu leaned quietly in Song Zichen's arms, clenched his fist instinctively, and was gently held by the other hand, brought his hand to his lips and kissed gently: "Don't hold back, Mu Qiu— - Tell me if you feel uncomfortable..."

"fine……"

Mu Qiu smiled and shook his head, met his suppressed gaze, and raised the corners of his lips slightly: "Your Highness, don't worry, although this medicine is poison, it is not something that makes people vomit blood and die immediately—"

"Okay, no nonsense."

Song Zichen put a hand on his pale lips and shook his head lightly.Mu Qiu also stopped talking, smiled and nodded, "Okay, let's not talk."

"You always tease me on purpose - just don't ask you to say those frustrating words, how can you not ask you to talk?"

Song Zichen chuckled helplessly, shook his head, and breathed lightly in his ear as if punishing him.Seeing that person's earlobes turn pink quickly, the warmth in his eyes gradually dimmed: "Mu Qiu, talk to me..."

"What do you want to hear, Your Highness?"

Mu Qiu raised his head slightly patiently, and asked in a gentle voice.Song Zichen was at a loss for words for a while, but suddenly couldn't think of what to say, he opened his mouth, smiled wryly, sighed heavily, shook his head and leaned back on the couch.

"Why don't you say something, Your Highness, I'll listen."

The emptiness in my heart became more and more intense, as if something was being gradually wiped away, but I couldn't grasp it no matter what.Mu Qiu smiled and spoke in a warm voice, and leaned into his arms again, shrinking slightly as if she was cold, and was immediately hugged even tighter by the man.

Looking at the unconcealable fatigue and weakness between the brows of the person in his arms, Song Zichen felt sore and painful for a while, and slowed down his voice: "Okay—Mu Qiu, why don't I sing you a song, you always sang to me when you were young. sing……"

Mu Qiu was born in the south of the Yangtze River, and he also sings a gentle Wu dialect.Those melodies have always been firmly remembered by Song Zichen, but he is always embarrassed to sing them out.

Perhaps it was the first time he spoke, his voice trembled faintly.Song Zichen carefully hummed the ballad with a sigh of relief, looked down, and saw a warm and helpless teasing smile on Mu Qiu's face: "I remember, this song was used by me at the beginning. It is used to lull His Highness to sleep... His Highness falls asleep after only listening to half of it every time, how can he sing so completely?"

"If I really fell asleep, how can I wake up just when you are about to get up and leave, and I will hold you and ask you to stay with me for a while?"

Song Zichen shook his head dumbfounded, sighed helplessly, placed a light kiss on his lips, and stroked his temples patiently: "It was just a thought at that time, I wanted you to stay, but I was embarrassed Open your mouth, I have to find some reason to hold you back. At that time, what I disliked the most was the last paragraph of this song, because when you sang it there, you should really go. "

Mu Qiu's eyes gradually slowed down, soaked in a little warm color of nostalgia, and smiled very lightly: "Your Highness still has such thoughts, I never knew..."

"It is precisely because you don't know that I dare to make such a thought."

Song Zichen smiled wryly, shook his head lightly, and hugged the person in his arms tighter: "I probably didn't have the right brain at the time, I always felt that if I admitted that I like you first, it would be like admitting defeat. I can't let you go, but I insist on competing with myself and you... If it weren't for this life, because of my ridiculous thoughts, I don't know how much I have let you down..."

"Your Highness has never betrayed me—it's always been my own business to like His Highness. I can't just say it's His Highness's fault just because I fell in love first and His Highness realized later."

Mu Qiu shook his head with a smile, paused for a moment, then sighed very lightly, closed his eyes and leaned into his arms lightly, his tone so light that it was close to a whisper: "For things like being emotional, two people have to be emotional. It only works if you have to do it... Consensus between two parties is meaningful, if one party moves his mind first, but then uses this mind to ask the other party to do something, it is extremely unreasonable..."

"Mu Qiu, if you spoil me like this again, I'm afraid I will be spoiled by you sooner or later."

Song Zichen couldn't help but smiled bitterly, sighed helplessly, and was about to say something more, but suddenly fell silent.

The person in his arms looked peaceful and breathed calmly, and he had already fallen asleep.

There was some inexplicable pain in his heart, he didn't know what it would be like when Mu Qiu woke up again, but he didn't dare to think about it.His vision was blurred by tears, and he blinked it away as hard as he could. Holding his breath, he gently placed the person in his arms on the couch, leaned slightly, and carefully kissed that person's forehead.

Mu Qiu slept for three full days and three nights.

Song Zichen was really worried, and refused to leave no matter who persuaded him, even when he moved to the Prince's Mansion, he brought Mu Qiu there without leaving him.The bedroom was specially ordered to be cleaned up, and everything was arranged for the convenience of that person's recuperation. The floor was covered with thick soft blankets, and everything was placed within easy reach.He even asked someone to set up a small study directly in the bedroom, where he corrected official documents every day, and he could see the person lying on the couch as soon as he looked up.After confirming that the person is still asleep, he can continue to work with peace of mind.

He almost forced himself to be busy day and night, not wanting to rest and not daring to rest.Peng Fei came back to persuade him a few times, seeing that his attitude was really tough, it was not easy to persuade him again, but Yunhuihou also came once, and discussed with him whether Mu Qiu would move to Yunhuihou's mansion to recuperate after waking up. , but he stubbornly refused.

Even at this time, perhaps Mu Qiu may not remember him, but he still stubbornly wants to keep Mu Qiu in his sight.It seemed that only in this way could he feel at ease a little bit and personally confirm that everything was fine with him.

A servant came in to deliver candles, it was already the night of the third day, and the man had no intention of waking up.Song Zichen felt extremely exhausted, but he still didn't dare to relax for a moment. He absently approved the documents for a while, then got up and walked slowly to the side of the couch, watching the man's complexion, whether he needed to turn over to feed water, the quilt Well covered.After a busy work, her heart was still very empty, she knelt down on the side of the couch in a trance, held the man's hand and pressed it to her cheek, and gave a very soft smile: "Mu Qiu - it's time to wake up, go back to sleep, The body should be stiff..."

Suddenly, he felt a slight movement of that hand.

There was some ecstasy in my heart suddenly, but also boundless fear and tension.Song Zichen looked over cautiously, only to feel his heart beating like a drum, finally raised his head, and met those warm and soft eyes.

The warmth in those eyes was so familiar that he almost thought that the person hadn't changed in any way—but soon he noticed the faint confusion in those eyes, his heart tightened suddenly, but his face was still calm Wen Wen: "Mu Qiu, do you still remember who I am?"

Mu Qiu looked at him apologetically, pursed his lips and didn't speak immediately, his warm eyes were full of confusion that was well concealed.Song Zichen felt a throbbing pain in his heart, but felt relieved for no reason. He sat sideways on the side of the couch with a slight smile, and gently stroked his loose long hair: "My name is Song Zichen, and I am the one who takes care of you here...you call me Everything is fine, I will always be by your side, just tell me if you have anything, okay?"

"Chen'er..."

Mu Qiu instinctively blurted out a title, and felt something vaguely about to be revealed in the fog in his mind, but suddenly he felt a headache, couldn't help but frowned and held his forehead, his body unconsciously curled up.

"Mu Qiu—Mu Qiu, don't think about it, be obedient, don't think about it, those things are not important..."

Song Zichen quickly pulled him into his arms, comforted him repeatedly, and patiently supported his slightly trembling back, then slowed down his voice and said, "Just call him Chen'er, I like to hear you call me that... Be good, Don't think about the past, just take good care of your body, and when your body gets better, let's think about other things a little bit, okay?"

The person in his arms gradually settled down, raised his head to meet his gaze, a thin layer of smile faintly spread in his eyes, and his expression was a little clear: "Okay..."