The rebirth of Jiangshan is hired

This time, Mu Qiu woke up in Song Zichen's arms.

The familiar warmth and firmness in the embrace made his eye sockets steam up, but a soft smile appeared on his face.

He couldn't help but want to trace that person's eyebrows and eyes. He raised his hand halfway, but fell back weakly, and was firmly held by the other hand.She raised her head subconsciously, and met those eyes with gentle reproach: "Why didn't you call me when you woke up, is there any discomfort?"

Mu Qiu raised the corners of her lips, shook her head slightly, leaned back into his arms, and sighed very softly.

His complexion was already very pale, and there was almost no trace of blood on his lips, but his expression was still calm, and even faintly comfortable.Song Zichen looked at him with a smile, his eyes were slightly moist, he leaned over and kissed the corner of his lips lightly: "Why are you so happy, but what good things did you dream about?"

"Dreams may not be good, but when you wake up, you are very happy..."

Mu Qiu shook his head with a smile, coughed twice, and some blood came out from the corners of his lips.Song Zichen slowly wiped away the blood on the corners of his lips, fed him the tea by the table and rinsed his mouth, stared at him for a while, then smiled and said softly: "Seeing that you are awake, I feel nothing more happy."

"If there is an afterlife..."

Mu Qiu looked at him, with a smile still in his eyes, but his eyes were vaguely yearning: "If my Highness and I can be reborn in an ordinary family, or live together for ten years, seek fame, or be happy in the world, and live a chic life... ... how nice it would be."

"I will, Mu Qiu——I will."

Song Zichen's tears couldn't stop falling, but he still smiled and kissed the man's lips softly.A cold and salty liquid dripped down, but I didn't know whose tears it was, I only knew that each other's hearts were gloomy, but neither of them was willing to let out even a little bit.

Mu Qiu closed his eyes, and quietly let the other party kiss carefully.He has no strength left, although the pain on his body has gradually faded, but his consciousness has also receded. It seems that this broken body will soon no longer belong to him. .

"emperor……"

Song Zichen didn't dare to go too deep. After the kiss was over, Mu Qiu's chest still heaved uncontrollably, and his pale cheeks showed a healthy tinge of blood.

Mu Qiu closed his eyes, murmured two words softly, felt something was wrong, paused for a moment, and said again: "The first emperor...did you say anything when he left?"

"I don't know either. Father left alone, and he still has poison that can kill people instantly. They didn't dare to spread the word, so they only told me one."

Song Zichen smiled wryly, shook his head lightly, and sighed a long time: "Father left me a last letter, saying that this life is really miserable, and I have infinite regrets in my heart... Ask me to apologize to you on his behalf, as for Mu My lord's apology, he has to find a way to pay it back by himself..."

Mu Qiu nodded lightly, closed his eyes and leaned on his shoulder, paused for a moment before softly saying: "The former emperor's seeking benevolence and obtaining benevolence is not a bad thing..."

"I know, so I feel relieved."

Song Zichen responded in a low voice, pulled him into his arms again, and kissed his forehead lightly: "Mu Qiu, don't think about these troublesome things, you need to rest..."

"Just use your brain, it's okay."

Mu Qiu shook his head with a smile, gently held his hand, his eyes were gentle and peaceful: "Your Highness, I... had a dream at that time."

"What dream?"

Song Zichen turned his head slightly and looked at him curiously.Mu Qiu relaxed and leaned against his arms, with a smile in his eyes, lowered his eyes and said slowly: "I dreamed about what happened when we were young, His Highness must pick the fruit from the tree, there is no other way, I can only help His Highness Climb up the tree to pick it. But I have just come down from the tree, but there is no trace of His Highness..."

Song Zichen's hand trembled, and he held him firmly again, forcing a smile: "It seems that I was really naughty when I was young, and I always made you worry about it."

"I have been looking for His Highness for a long time."

Mu Qiu smiled slightly, paused for a moment before whispering again: "It's been a long time——I almost thought I'd never find His Highness again..."

"Mu Qiu..."

Song Zichen suddenly had some ominous premonition in his heart, he hugged his body forcefully, his voice was slightly astringent: "Mu Qiu, don't think about it anymore. I've always been by your side. When you turn around, you will see me... ..."

Mu Qiu nodded with a smile, and gently held his hand, but the strength was already extremely weak, and the palm was covered with cold sweat: "That's right...then it was dark, and when I turned around, I realized that His Highness was actually behind me. There is also a fruit hidden in it, and he handed it to me with a smile, his eyes are more beautiful than the stars in the sky."

Song Zichen couldn't stop crying, he hugged the person in his arms tightly with sobs, his voice was finally broken and choked up: "Mu Qiu, don't do this - I know I'm wrong, don't go, I will hold on tightly Never let go of your hand, never want you to find me again...you wait for me, what's the point of staying in this world by myself?"

"Your Highness, don't cry, life and death are destiny, and it is beyond human control."

Mu Qiu smiled shallowly, the last bit of blood on his face suddenly faded, and some ominous paleness appeared: "Chen'er, do you still remember... I was like this back then, you held me so warm... ..."

Bright red blood overflowed from the corners of his lips unstoppably, and dazzling flowers bloomed on the plain white clothes.His vision was a little scattered and blurred, but he was still smiling. He stubbornly fixed his almost chaotic eyes on him, and tried to raise his hand, trying to wipe away the tears on his face.

Song Zichen's body was trembling badly, he held that hand with all his strength, and pressed it against his face tremblingly: "Mu Qiu, are you cold, I'll warm you up, it won't be cold if it's warm..."

"cold……"

Mu Qiu nodded with a smile, and was hugged tightly by the man.The too rough force made him cough a few times uncomfortably, and even more blood was spilled, but he was strangely numb.

This life is worth more than the last one.

He has nothing to regret.If it is a pity, it is that after all, he can no longer accompany his highness to go on.

I thought there would be a future, I thought I could join hands for the rest of my life.Now that he is unable to resist the cruelty of fate, there is really no need to be too sad.

The body is getting colder and colder, and the consciousness has gradually blurred.He tried his best to see the man's appearance again, but no matter how much he blinked, he couldn't shake the thick fog in front of him.

"Mu Qiu, Mu Qiu—I'm here, what do you want?"

Seeing him suddenly frowning, his lips opening and closing but unable to make a sound, Song Zichen hastily moved his ear to him, and spoke in a hoarse voice.

"Your Highness..."

Finally hearing a reassuring voice, Mu Qiu called out in a low voice, closed his eyes and leaned against his neck, his expression finally calmed down.

"Mu Qiu, I know you are very tired—you must be very tired, and you really want to take a rest...but I can't just ask you to go, Mu Qiu, I can't, please forgive me...stay for me The next day, just one day, okay..."

Song Zichen hurriedly took out a jade bottle from his bosom, but his hands were already shaking violently.

This was the pill that Mu Feng gave him when he went to the desert. It is said that no matter what time, it can save a person's life for a day, and after a day, he will die.

This is his only way out, he doesn't know what to do, but he can only try desperately.

Trembling and taking out the medicine, Song Zichen tried hard to feed it into the man's mouth, but the man in his arms gradually calmed down.Her lips were pursed lightly, and she lowered her head and leaned quietly against his neck.

Song Zichen's vision was also blurred by tears, but he had no time to care about it.He just carefully took the person in his arms in his arms, and carefully fed the medicine to him and swallowed it.

Lips and teeth met, with a strong smell of blood, the tip of his tongue stirred and pushed the life-saving and life-threatening pill into his throat, but Mu Qiu still did not respond.

"What's the matter, Qiu'er—"

Mu Feng pushed the door hastily and entered. Seeing the situation in front of him, he suddenly lost his strength, staggered back a few steps, and forcefully supported the edge of the table to stand firm.

"Uncle Feng..."

Song Zichen's face was also very pale, Mu Qiu's blood was still stained on his lips, and his eyes were so dim that there was no trace of life: "I gave Mu Qiu the medicine - I don't know if it will work, but... There is no other way..."

"What medicine?"

Mu Feng frowned and asked back, but his eyes suddenly lit up, and he grabbed his collar: "But 'nameless'? I forgot that I still have that medicine. If this happens, there is still one day... and one more day." Day! If you can kill him—”

Before he finished speaking, the previous hidden guard suddenly came in quickly from the door, and said respectfully on one knee: "Your Majesty, Mr. Feng. The subordinates have informed King Xuan about Mr. Mu, and now the rebels have already risen." , came straight to the palace."

Song Zichen's eyes suddenly lit up with extremely scorching flames, like a drowning man grabbing the last straw, carefully placed Mu Qiu on the couch, and suddenly bent down deeply towards Mu Feng.

"Go, I will take care of him for you...for a day, even if I die, I will keep him for you for a day!"

Mu Feng's eyes suddenly became firm, he pressed his shoulder hard, and pushed him out of the door.

Song Zichen nodded slowly, turned around and said in a deep voice, "Come here... put on my clothes and go out of the palace to put down the rebellion!"

The rebel army outside the palace has arrived, and the noise has become noisy.The new emperor was fully clothed and led the army, with his cloak fluttering fiercely. There was no anger or murderous look in his dark eyes, only a cold determination remained.

It has nothing to do with court, nothing to do with power.All he wanted was this man's life, to save another's life, it was as simple as that.

In the bedroom, Mu Qiu lay quietly on the couch, her breathing was weak, but her chest was still rising and falling slowly.

All the blood-stained clothes have been replaced, and his lips are almost completely pale, but still have a faint arc of peace, as if he has fallen into a very beautiful dream.