The rebirth of Jiangshan is hired

"Your Majesty, I heard that King Xuan went to Yunhuihou's Mansion to look for Mr. Mu before, would you—"

The seven-day mourning period has passed, and since the late emperor died, it was logical for the crown prince to succeed to the throne.But in the blink of an eye, the palace has changed its owner.

I don't know what Song Zixuan is planning, but there is no movement all the time.The search has been fruitless, and everyone is anxious.

This day, when he found nothing again, the eunuch who was serving him cautiously went over to speak, and then paused in embarrassment before he mustered up the courage to finish his sentence: "Could it be...Mr. Mu was taken away by King Xuan?"

"Uncle Feng is staring, how could he tell him to take people away?"

In the past few days, Song Zichen has to be busy with the funeral in the palace, but also distracted from looking for Mu Qiu, and also beware of whether there will be unruly people who will take the opportunity to make trouble, so he is too busy to separate himself.Tiredly leaning against the desk, he rubbed his forehead and asked in a low voice.

The eunuch looked carefully at his expression, clenched his fists in fear, lowered his head and said cautiously: "If Mr. Mu doesn't want to follow, of course he won't, but if..."

"presumptuous!"

Before he could finish his words, Song Zichen sternly cut him off, and hurriedly plopped down on his knees: "You slave will die!"

"It's good to know that you will die, go out and receive the punishment yourself - if you have such thoughts in the future, you don't have to stay anymore."

Song Zichen replied quietly, and slowly clenched his fists, a stern look of pain flashed in his eyes.

Naturally, he wouldn't be worried about Mu Qiu's betrayal—but he couldn't help but fear that that person would be so cruel that he would leave him alone, leave him in this lonely place, and disappear from now on. In the world, you can't find it all over again.

After all——Mu Qiu at this time does not remember those promises and oaths...

The letter paper in his hand trembled faintly. He had read the letter countless times, but every time he still couldn't stop the blood rushing in his chest, and his eye sockets were also blurred.

In fact, he had already vaguely felt that the person had guessed his identity, and he had also vaguely noticed Mu Qiu's entangled feelings of being instinctively close and uncontrollably alienated from him under the influence of his incomplete memory.But the inexplicable timidity made him never dare to pierce it. He only wanted to wait for the dust to settle and obtain the antidote before thinking of a solution, but he never thought that the man could not even wait for such a short time.

That letter was obviously written by Mu Qiu when he was awake, and the style of writing was still clear and gentle as usual, but at the end of the article, he earnestly asked not to think and not to read-but how could he not read it?If I knew this earlier, wouldn't it be better to tell everything earlier...

Peng Feigui came in quietly from outside the door, looked at the new emperor who was lost in thought, stood silent for a while, and finally couldn't help but said: "Your Majesty, don't worry too much..."

"Fly back, sit down."

Song Zichen woke up from his contemplation, hurriedly wiped the water from his eyes, and sighed very softly: "Is there any movement in the court now, is Song Zixuan still not moving?"

"No - he has probably already made up his mind to spend time with us..."

Peng Feigui shook his head, and replied in a low voice, with pain in his eyes: "Your Majesty, Mu Qiu is nowhere to be found now, if you attack him rashly, it will inevitably be the tongue of the world."

The late emperor passed away so suddenly that none of them had time to react.Everything has not yet been settled. Although the throne fell on Song Zichen's head without any suspense, it is still difficult to determine whether he can secure this seat.

A sharp gleam flashed in Song Zichen's eyes, he put his hands behind his back and stood up, sighing very softly: "I'm not afraid of being offended, even if it wasn't for the cure, I would kill him, even if there was no reason... But now I But still dare not do anything to him, do you know why?"

"Why... is it still related to Mu Qiu?"

Peng Feigui couldn't help but frowned, and asked carefully.Song Zichen just nodded his head slightly, and his figure was already showing a bit of unconcealable fatigue: "The antidote for drunken mortals must be cured by the blood of the heart when the person is still alive. If I do this, I will attack him, no matter what. It is difficult to defend against him. If he really thinks of a way to commit suicide by taking poison, he will be really helpless..."

"It turned out to be like this - no wonder the emperor tolerated him everywhere..."

Peng Feigui's heart tightened, and he replied slowly, but couldn't help raising his head: "But, Mu Qiu is missing now—"

"I'm also worried about this matter. If I can't find Mu Qiu, I won't dare to do anything to him lightly..."

Song Zichen sighed heavily, and raised his hand to pour a cup of tea, but accidentally found an empty space, and turned the tea bag on the table.

"Not good - take it away!"

Seeing that the tea stained the letter paper, Song Zichen's eyes tightened, and he hurried forward to pick up the letter, but Peng Feigui suddenly stopped him: "Your Majesty, wait a minute—"

"What are you waiting for? It's about to bleed!"

Song Zichen let out a low growl, and was about to break free from his obstruction, but his eyes suddenly focused on the letter paper.

In the place soaked by the tea, there were a few lines of scrawled handwriting that had never appeared before.

"In the old place, if you go out of the capital with a military talisman, and cooperate with Hou Yunhui inside and outside, then the rebellion can be suppressed..."

Peng Feigui frowned and read it again, but he was still a little puzzled: "This word is not Mu Qiu's, and the wording is also vague - counterinsurgency, what is the verdict?"

"This is Uncle Feng's handwriting, probably because Mu Qiu was unable to write anything at that time..."

Song Zichen clenched his fists, and responded in a hoarse voice, with intense pain flashing in his eyes: "Immediately mobilize the Imperial Forest Army to follow me out of Beijing, and to the outside world, only say that the emperor is ill because of his physical and mental exhaustion, and there is no need to say anything else."

He is only succeeding to the throne now, but has never formally enthroned, but as long as he uses "zhen", it can still be regarded as an imperial decree.Peng Feigui hurriedly got up and respectfully responded, but couldn't help but said anxiously: "But your majesty, you can hide this from others, and how can you hide it from King Xuan. Isn't it possible for King Xuan to take advantage of leaving the palace at this time?" machine?"

"If you don't give him a chance, how can he be willing to rebel?"

A cold light flashed in Song Zichen's eyes, and the undisguised murderous aura quickly spread out: "I will avoid it, and you all don't move. The Marquis Yunhui will definitely make arrangements. The only way is to give it a go, already For this sake, I have nothing I can't lose..."

His voice gradually lowered, but his eyes became firmer inch by inch: "Decide the decree, I will leave immediately."

After traveling without sleep all night, Song Zichen finally arrived at the cave on the edge of the cliff when the steed under his crotch finally couldn't hold on and fell to the ground whimpering.

"You stay here, unless there is an urgent report from the capital, you don't have to go down... Maybe I will stay below for a while, if you come up tomorrow, you don't have to worry about urging."

Worried about Mu Qiu's condition, but also more worried about Mu Qiu's mind.The person who chose to avoid coming out at this time, besides giving himself a reason to leave Beijing, I am afraid that there are other reasons why he has to leave.He didn't dare to think about it, but he couldn't calm down no matter what.

After instructing the guards, he turned over neatly and broke into the cave familiarly.

On the edge of the hot spring, it has already changed its appearance.

There are pots and stoves, beds and tables. The stone couch is covered with thick straw and covered with a tiger skin. The fire is blazing, and there is a jar of medicine on it. It really looks like a place to live.

Lying quietly on the couch was the person he had been thinking about day and night for so many days.

Song Zichen hardly dared to breathe, so he moved over carefully and lightly, and knelt down on the side of the couch.

I haven't seen him for a few days, but the man was already pale and weak, as if he would dissipate in the air with just a light touch.He closed his eyes and fell asleep peacefully, his expression was peaceful and tranquil, if it wasn't for the slight ups and downs in his chest, it would be almost impossible to be sure whether he was still alive or not.

Song Zichen finally couldn't bear it anymore, covered his mouth hastily, and tears welled up in embarrassment.

Tears pooled and slid down his cheeks, dripping on the man's hand.As if disturbed by such a gentle touch, Mu Qiu coughed very lightly, slowly opened his eyes, turned his head slowly with difficulty, and blinked a few times before seeing the person kneeling by the couch clearly.

The familiar warmth finally filled the chest that had been empty for too long, and the corners of the pale lips were slightly raised, revealing a soft and gentle smile.

Song Zichen took a few short breaths, wiped away his tears, looked at him almost greedily, and said in a hoarse voice, "Mu Qiu..."

Mu Qiu opened his mouth, then coughed a few times weakly.Song Zichen was so intimidated by him, he hurriedly supported him, and carefully patted his chest: "Don't worry, don't worry, Mu Qiu——don't speak if you feel uncomfortable, take care of your body, and stabilize your breath first... "

"Your Highness, I'm fine."

Mu Qiu coughed for a while, and finally leaned on his shoulder and spoke softly, with a soft smile in his eyes: "Your Highness...you still saw it..."

"I'm ashamed to say - did you write the words in such a hidden place for fear that I would find out?"

Song Zichen tried his best to suppress the sadness in his heart, forced a smile, and gently shook his hand: "Mu Qiu, you don't mean anything, how can I punish you?"

"I don't want to, it's just that... I fell asleep, woke up, and was brought here..."

Mu Qiu smiled helplessly, shook his head slightly, and looked at him sideways, with some gentle worry in his eyes: "Your Highness's complexion is not good..."

"It's okay, it's just that there have been a lot of things recently, and your complexion is much worse than mine."

Song Zichen had no choice but to smile bitterly, and patiently tucked a lock of temple hair behind his ears for him. After a long silence, he managed to muster up his courage: "Mu Qiu, when did you remember this?"

"Probably... just when you feel that you are going to die soon."

Mu Qiu lowered his eyes and smiled, then suddenly held his hand instead, raised his head and looked at him seriously: "Your Highness, I miss you very much... These days, I dream about what I have experienced in this life, and I feel that it is very strange. happy……"