The rebirth of Jiangshan is hired

Fighting on the battlefield filled the sky with smoke and dust.The blood turned from hot to cold, and the young emperor always stood quietly in front of the formation. No matter how the arrows roared, he never took half a step back.

In the history books of the Qi Dynasty, that day was almost mentioned countless times-brothers killed each other, and the winner and the loser.Praise and criticism have never been determined, but only one thing is certain.

When it was getting late and the soldiers were getting tired, suddenly there was a loud cry of killing from the direction of the capital.

Marquis Yun Hui's reinforcements galloped in, forming a siege with the new emperor's imperial army, beheading the traitor Song Zixuan - everyone said so, from generation to generation, word of mouth.Storytellers in the streets and alleys talked about this soul-stirring decisive battle endlessly, but only few people knew that King Xuan did not die at that time, but was captured and thrown off his horse.

Then someone pierced his heart with a knife, and the corpse was abandoned on the ground, and no one picked it up.

The new emperor never came to see him from the beginning to the end, King Xuan laughed until his death, his eyes were sad and hopeless - the generals who participated in that battle later secretly mentioned to their children and grandchildren that King Xuan at that time was probably completely insane up.

However——for Song Zichen, all of this is nothing to be concerned about.

He would definitely take Song Zixuan's life, it was doomed from the beginning.That person deserved to die a long time ago, but it was only because of waiting for his blood that he was allowed to live until now.

Until now, all he wanted was that person's blood.

The young king hardly lingered for a moment before the battle—did not appreciate the victory, did not accept the cheers of the courtiers and the people, and the rolled-up cloak brought a gust of wind and rolled into the palace.

When he rushed into the palace gate, there was already a mournful cry in the palace.

……

"don't want--!"

The baby's voice was full of mournful crying, and the bright yellow prince suddenly struggled with all his might, tears streaming down his face: "Uncle Mu can't die, I don't want him to die..."

"Uncle Feng, what are you doing teasing Yi'er?"

Being held back by his son's wailing, Song Zichen turned into the small study, and sighed helplessly: "Mu Qiu is just too weak, and is resting in the palace for the time being. How can you curse your son like that?"

"That kid has died and lived so many times, which made me fearful with him, so what if I make up two stories with him?"

Mu Feng raised his eyebrows disapprovingly, stuffed a piece of orange into Yi'er's hand, and waved his hand impatiently: "Okay, okay, I cry every now and then, and I don't know who to follow—you're going to the palace again Is it? Staying there for more than half a year, it’s better to move the capital.”

"We won't be here for long this time. Mu Qiu's body is almost healed. I want to bring him back together."

Song Zichen rubbed his nose shyly, smiled helplessly, and rubbed Yi'er's head again: "Yi'er and Emperor Father went to find Uncle Mu together, okay?"

"Okay! Yi'er wants to go too!"

Xiaotuanzi jumped up excitedly, threw himself into his father's arms, and triumphantly lifted up the jade pendant on his chest: "Uncle Mu gave this to Yi'er, and Yi'er has been wearing it all the time!"

"Obviously it's for me, but you brat has the cheek to insist on snatching it. You're really pampering me."

Song Zichen chuckled dumbly, tapped the tip of his nose, and looked at Mu Feng who was beside him: "Uncle Feng, are you going too?"

"I won't go, he's recovered, and I have nothing to worry about—there are still some things I need to deal with in Jianghu. I haven't had time to avenge the revenge of killing Poison Valley, and I'm tied down by these things like you. Living."

Mu Fenglang laughed and stood up in a flick of his sleeves, his expression becoming more open.Song Zichen had expected it a long time ago, so he didn't say anything to stop him, but just bowed deeply: "Uncle Feng, remember to come back and take a look. If there is anything, please come back and send us a message. We can help you as much as you want."

"Don't worry, I will have to torment you."

Mu Feng smiled and waved his hands, and left the study without looking back, his figure was extremely free and easy.Seeing his leaving figure, Song Zichen couldn't help but feel a little envy in his eyes. He sighed very lightly, and nodded his three-year-old son's forehead: "Yi'er, grow up quickly and take the throne. Uncle Mu is also going out to enjoy the Jianghu, okay?"

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Everyone in the court knew that although the emperor worked hard to govern and was diligent in government affairs, he hardly went to court.

Moreover, the current young emperor installed a crown prince as soon as he came to the throne, but he was in his twenties, but he refused to open a harem no matter who persuaded him, but he would go to the palace outside Beijing if he had something to do.Some people say that there is a peerless beauty hidden there, and some people speculate that there may be three thousand beauties in the harem, but only a few people know that there is no difference between the peerless beauties, but the beauties are not necessarily the same.

It was Yi'er's first time to leave the palace, so excited that he kept chattering and asking questions all the way.Although he had never met Mu Qiu, the enlightenment books he read were all copied by Mu Qiu himself, and he could receive birthday gifts from Song Zichen from Mu Qiu every year, so he was naturally close to this Uncle Mu.Now that I finally have a chance to meet, I can't wait to see him. After a while, I have to ask when I can see Uncle Mu, but Song Zichen doesn't feel bothered. Stuff a piece of snack and tell him to hold it and eat it by himself.

——If it wasn't for taking this brat out, he would have rushed to the palace a long time ago with his guards.But now he can only dangle slowly on the road in a carriage, thinking about it makes him feel angry.

The carriage wobbled along the way, and finally arrived at the palace when it was getting late.

Although it was not the first time he came here, Song Zichen still felt flustered with anticipation like a kid.Instructing Yi'er not to make any noise casually, he led the little guy into the palace gate quickly, and went straight to the bedroom, but inexplicably missed.

"What is your Highness looking for? Am I still lying on the bed at this time?"

Suddenly a gentle and smiling voice came from behind, Song Zichen turned around in surprise, looked at the face that had recovered, and walked over happily: "Mu Qiu, are you able to move without hindrance? "

"It's almost there. Except that I need to rest for a while, it is no different from ordinary people. I have been trying to condense my inner strength recently, and it has some effect."

Mu Qiu nodded with a smile, replied in a gentle voice, and walked into his arms firmly: "Your Highness is very busy recently? I have heard it here, and there are constant government orders outside the palace, yet he even came here ..."

"Don't reprimand me. If I don't see you, how can I have the heart to deal with those documents?"

Song Zichen smiled helplessly, and didn't shy away from others, gently kissed that person's temples, pursed his lips and caressed the silver thread: "I don't know when I will be able to change back again, every time I see you like this, I feel so sad. I feel sad..."

As long as it is not necessary, he never allows Mu Qiu to call him the emperor.That person has always been very polite, and he was worried that it would take a lot of talking, but unexpectedly Mu Qiu has let go a lot after going through life and death, and even smiled and agreed, calling He was simply overjoyed.

"It's okay. After all, I'm living a good life now, so there's nothing wrong with that."

Mu Qiu shook his head with a smile, gently held his hand, and turned his gaze to the nervous little bun: "Is it Yi'er? It has grown so big..."

"Uncle Mu!"

Although it was only the first time they met, Yi'er felt an inexplicable closeness in his heart, and threw himself into his arms with a cheer: "Hug, uncle!"

"Yi'er, don't torment your Uncle Mu—"

Worried about Mu Qiu's body, Song Zichen hastily stopped him, but Mu Qiu had already bent over with a smile, picked up the little guy, and raised his eyebrows narrowly at him: "I am obviously older than Your Highness, I should be called Uncle Right?"

"Uncle and uncle are similar—you just listen to it..."

Song Zichen looked slightly embarrassed, coughed lightly, touched his nose, shook his head with a smirk, and couldn't help but ask with concern: "Mu Qiu, you may be able to hold on, so is it okay to hold him like this?"

"It will be fine for a while, don't worry, Your Highness."

Mu Qiu responded with a smile, took out a wooden nine-chain ring from his sleeve, and stuffed it into Yi'er's hand with a smile: "Try to solve it? If you can solve it, your father will give you a reward." you."

"Really!"

Yi'er happily replied, looking at his father expectantly, Song Zichen couldn't help laughing, but nodded in resignation and said, "Okay, really, go to the study and play by yourself, don't disturb father and Uncle Mu ..."

With his father's guarantee, Yi'er happily carried Jiu Lianhuan and went straight to the study.The accompanying eunuch also hurriedly ran over, dismissing the obstructive existence, Song Zichen finally breathed a sigh of relief, and dragged the man into the bedroom in a hurry: "Mu Qiu, how is your recovery? Are you really recovered? ?”

"It's already eight or nine points better, the rest is nothing but recuperating slowly, and it won't be a big deal when the internal strength recovers."

Mu Qiu nodded with a smile, meeting the never-changing deep affection in those eyes, finally filled with a very warm and tender smile: "Yi'er is growing up very well now, Your Highness thinks—how capable he is to take the throne, Is it enough?"

"It's too late. I think fifteen years is enough. If you come to teach, about 12 years old is enough."

Song Zichen replied solemnly, looking at the more intense smile in the other person's eyes, he finally couldn't help but chuckle, and hugged that person tightly in his arms: "Mu Qiu, I miss you..."

"But I haven't seen you for more than a month. Your Highness thinks really fast."

Mu Qiu couldn't help but smile, but let the man hold her in his arms, closed his eyes and kissed him lightly.

"Mu Qiu, you have to wait for me for so long, I—"

"Is it waiting? When I return to the palace with His Highness, I also want to find an official position to do it, so that I can take care of the emperor."

Before Song Zichen finished speaking, Mu Qiu interrupted him with a smile, and deliberately prolonged the end of the sentence with a chuckle.

Facing the bright smile in those eyes, Song Zichen finally couldn't help but chuckled and kissed deeply.

"Take this country as my employment——Mu Qiu, follow me back to the palace."

(Finish)