The rebirth of Jiangshan is hired

"Mu Qiu, stop talking—"

Song Zichen finally couldn't hold back his tears, sobbing and hugging the man in his arms, his voice was already hoarse: "We will have many more days like that, Mu Qiu—there will be many more...you have to live well , only by surviving can we continue to be together..."

Mu Qiu held his hand with a smile, didn't respond, just watched him quietly, her eyes were calm and gentle.

Song Zichen's heart became more and more uneasy, and he held his hand hard, only to feel that his throat was so dry that he could hardly make a sound: "Mu Qiu, you now..."

"I'm fine now, don't worry, Your Highness."

Mu Qiu smiled and said warmly, shook his hand lightly, lowered his eyes slightly and sighed softly: "I just wanted to try my luck at first... If His Highness can really find out, can guess where it is, and can find it , it should be God's will..."

"It's God's will, it must be God's will."

Song Zichen answered with a choked voice, held his hand back hard, and carefully stroked his thin and pale cheek: "Mu Qiu, why did you come here? Did Uncle Feng bring you here?"

"Because only here can save his life and allow him to live longer."

Suddenly a voice came from outside the cave, and the two looked up subconsciously. Mu Feng had already walked in from outside with a medicine basket on his back: "Your Imperial Forest Army is almost encircling this mountain—they are all emperors. It's really nonsense to actually say run out and run out..."

"Uncle Feng—"

Song Zichen was startled, subconsciously opened his mouth to stop him, but Mu Qiu looked at him with a smile, and patted the back of his hand comfortingly: "Don't worry, Your Highness, I know."

Even though the other party's identity had been revealed, he still did not change his name.Song Zichen's heart finally fell slightly, he held the man's hand back, and nodded vigorously: "Okay—as long as we don't change anything, it doesn't matter..."

Mu Qiu nodded slightly, then gently pulled his sleeves, and his voice gradually became softer: "Your Highness, I'm a little tired, take a break..."

"Okay, rest easy, I'll hold you."

Looking at his pale and tired expression, Song Zichen's heart tightened suddenly, but his face was still tender, he gently embraced him by his shoulders, and kissed the side of his hair: "Go to sleep, have a good sleep... "

Mu Qiu was still looking at him, with tender nostalgia in his eyes, he tried his best to smile, and finally closed his eyes slowly.

Song Zichen hugged him quietly, feeling that his heart seemed to be filled with warmth, but it was so inexplicably empty that it made him terrified.Looking at Mu Feng almost at a loss, the latter's expression suddenly sank.

The person in his arms was already sound asleep at this moment, and Mu Feng was about to talk when he came over. Song Zichen was afraid of waking Mu Qiu up, so he hurriedly got up, but Mu Feng stopped his movements: "It's okay, he'll sleep right now." It won’t be easy to wake up. It’s not easy when you just caught up with him to wake up, and when he wakes up again, you can’t tell when it will be.”

Song Zichen was startled in his heart, subconsciously held his breath, looked at him not to be mistaken: "We already had a chance to get the antidote... didn't we? Uncle Feng, you said that the last medicine has been found, as long as you I was able to take Song Zixuan's life..."

"That's right, as long as you can get his blood as a medicine, the antidote can be formulated."

Mu Feng spoke softly, his eyes fell on him quietly, his eyes flashed a little unbearable, but he still sighed softly: "But Mu Qiu may not be able to wait, he has only three months left at most. ...Even if I do my best, I can only make him live for another three months. I know Song Zixuan better than any of you. Since he has confirmed that he has no chance to turn things around, he will never make you happy. In these three months, even if you kill him, he will not rebel, and will never give you an excuse..."

"I don't need an excuse anymore."

The light in Song Zichen's eyes completely cooled down, he smiled faintly, lowered his eyes and said softly, "He must die, and I will definitely want him to die too. This is not up to him to decide, so what if he doesn't rebel? I will kill you!" Is it necessary to have a reason for leaving him?"

"you--"

Seeing the ferocity in his eyes, Mu Feng couldn't help being startled, subconsciously said in a low voice, with some struggle flashing in his eyes: "Don't you really mind—do you leave a charge of violence?"

"What crime do I mind? I just want to keep the one I love alive."

Song Zichen sneered, his tone was cold for a moment, but it seemed that he was afraid of disturbing the person in his arms, and the killing intent was only withdrawn as soon as it appeared, so he lowered his eyes and said: "There is no need to say more, I have my own sense of proportion... Uncle Feng, you said that this is the only place where Mu Qiu's life can be saved, what is going on?"

"Because of the hot spring here..."

Mu Feng looked at him with a complicated expression, and after a while he sighed softly, lowered his eyes in compromise and said: "The hot spring here has healing effects. Qiu'er told me about it back then, so I came here specially to have a look. If it wasn't for With this hot spring, I may not even be able to rescue him."

Song Zichen was startled, and subconsciously clenched the man's hand, feeling very grateful.

He found this place by accident. At the beginning, he just wanted to have a gentle relationship with that person, but he never thought that this place could save that person's life.

It's just - in this way, how can he still take Mu Qiu away?

As if seeing the worry in his eyes, Mu Feng sighed very lightly, put his hands behind his back and got up and said, "You can take him away, the current situation - where he is, is actually not that important..."

As if being hit hard by these words, Song Zichen took a quick breath, raised his head helplessly, his vision was finally blurred: "Uncle Feng—is there really nothing you can do? "

Mu Feng clenched his fists tightly, looked at him deeply, and said in a hoarse voice for a long time: "Are you sure about this? There is only one way... When he can't hold on, only at that time - not sooner, later Not at all. At that time, if blood can be obtained and the antidote can be obtained, there will be a way to save his life..."

"okay, I get it."

Song Zichen replied in a low voice, his eyes gradually became sharper, and he responded in a low voice, clenched his fists tightly, and wrapped his arms around the person in his arms.

Always try—always try once.No matter whether it is successful or not, even if it is nothing but a bamboo basket in the end, he must try his best to try again for the last time.

Only in this way, when he was crossing the Naihe Bridge with Mu Qiu, could he hold his hand and tell him frankly that he would never regret it in his life.

In the early morning of the next day, a group of imperial guards quietly entered the palace outside Beijing.

Not many people have noticed the movement here, but there are still extremely hidden eyes watching these people's every move.When he saw all kinds of precious medicinal materials being continuously sent into the bedroom, he rode a steed and went straight to the capital.

Song Zixuan stood in the study room, listening to the report from the person behind him, his eyes became dark and ruthless: "Are you sure?"

"It's right, that person is barely hanging on his life, and he will die in a blink of an eye."

The dark guard knelt on one knee and reported respectfully, it was actually the old man who was left behind by Mu Feng.

Song Zixuan sneered, turned around with a flick of his sleeves and said, "Since that's the case, does it mean—even if they get the antidote now, he actually has no chance of surviving?"

"I heard Master Feng said so. Master Feng also advised the emperor several times, only saying that there is no need to do such meaningless things—"

"What emperor, he is just lucky!"

Song Zixuan suddenly cut off his words with a stern voice, a look of savagery flashed in his eyes, and his expression turned hideous: "I want to see the two of them die in front of me—order the whole army to get ready, get ready, and wait for the soldiers to remonstrate with the palace all the time." !"

"My lord—is this going to be a shot?"

The dark guard raised his head, his gaze remained motionless, just looking at him quietly.

Song Zixuan seemed to wake up suddenly, walked back and forth anxiously for a few steps, and calmed down again: "No——now is not the time, we have to wait. Now that old bastard Yunhui is watching me very closely, Once I act recklessly, I may not be able to please you... You go back and help me continue to watch, and report back immediately if there is any new news, you understand?"

"Yes, this subordinate will go back now."

The dark guard replied in a low voice, got up and quickly sank into the darkness, but after a while, he rode a fast horse and ran back to the palace again.

Mu Feng was already waiting for him outside the palace. When he saw him coming back, he nodded slightly and said, "Have you talked to him? What did he say?"

"I've said it all, King Xuan has already turned his back on him, but he was just waiting for the opportunity because of the threat from Marquis Yunhui."

The dark guard responded in a low voice, and finally sighed in his eyes: "Master Feng, I really don't know—how did the prince in the past become what he is now?"

"If you can't ask for it, you can't be unwilling. If he held everything in his hands, he wouldn't show such a desperate face when he was at the end of the road..."

Mu Feng spoke in a cold voice, some coldness flashed in his eyes, he turned around and said in a low voice: "I will look for you at that time—you can go and tell him that Qiu'er is dead, it's just that the emperor forbids anyone to speak out, it's sad He was so dizzy that he refused to see anyone, and no one could persuade him, remember?"

"remember."

The dark guard responded, hesitated for a moment before taking another step forward, and lowered his voice slightly: "Master Feng, Mr. Mu—"

"Don't ask too much, there is not much we can do now..."

Mu Feng interrupted him, clenched the hand hanging by his side vigorously, finally let out a long sigh, and slowly closed his eyes: "Go down, success or failure is just a matter of fighting... I just hope that the curtain will fall, Qiu'er I have never done anything wrong, so why did I ask him to suffer this kind of suffering—is it true that at such a dead end, you are not willing to give him a way out, so you must force him to death?"