The rebirth of Jiangshan is hired

The imperial physicians in the palace ran from time to time, busy back and forth, all of them had cautious fear and worry in their eyes.Song Zichen didn't even have the mind to go to any more court meetings, and stayed by the couch all the time, furious no matter who persuaded him, and refused to leave easily no matter what.

"I've said it all - I don't care whoever takes the credit for those credits!"

Impatiently pushing away the carefully persuaded servant, Song Zichen tightly held the hand of the person on the couch, with lingering worry in his eyes.

Suddenly there was a strange footstep behind him.Although Song Zichen was not as powerful as Mu Qiu, he could still hear the difference in his steps. He frowned and turned around, and saw the eunuch he saw in the palace yesterday. The anxiety was suppressed with difficulty: "Elder-in-law, I—"

"His Royal Highness, don't worry, the emperor specially called the servants to come here, just to tell His Royal Highness. Of course, it is impossible not to go to the court meeting, but you can't leave Mr. Mu here like this. The carriages in the palace are already ready, let's go first. Send Mr. Mu to the palace. The palace has all the medicinal materials and the imperial doctor, so it must be better than outside, don’t you think?”

Although this result was not unexpected, Song Zichen still felt a little bitter and sour inexplicably when he heard his father's decision.

He knew that his father would never abandon Mu Qiu. When he met his father yesterday, he was actually attracted by the unadulterated patience and kindness in his father's eyes when he looked at Mu Qiu. Slightly startled.Although it is not enough to feel jealous because of this kind of thing, it is still somewhat lost after all.After all, among all the princes, he is even the one who dislikes his father the least. Even if his elder brother forced himself to death like that, his father never did anything special, and even had a faint discord. The meaning of helping each other...

Even though it was inevitable that he would feel disappointed, but after all, that person was Mu Qiu, so it seemed that there was nothing to be reluctant about.Hearing the eunuch's words, Song Zichen's complex sighs just passed by, and he hugged Mu Qiu without hesitation, and nodded towards him: "In this case, let's go quickly. It's not the right thing to do. Late--"

"Your Highness, Your Highness—you haven't put on your court clothes yet, so you have to tidy up..."

The eunuch smiled kindly and coaxed him patiently.Only then did Song Zichen realize that he hadn't changed his clothes yet, but he was really worried about the man who was already comatose from the fever, so he waved his hand casually behind him: "Su Tuhe, help me put on my clothes and wait until I enter the palace." Change inside!"

The Xiongnu boy was always busy with him, but his eyes were always averted, and he regretted that he had helped Brother Mu in a moment of soft-heartedness.Hearing his order, he quickly responded and ran into the house to search for the court clothes.

The eunuch subconsciously glanced in the direction of the young man, and couldn't help but focus slightly.When Su Tuhe ran back with the court clothes in his hands, he took a closer look, and couldn't help but be a little surprised: "Your Highness Seventh, where did this child come from—"

"I picked it up from the battlefield. At that time, the entire Huns burned down the camp, and he was the only one left. I was soft-hearted, so I stayed."

Song Zichen walked out with Mu Qiu in his arms, and answered casually.The eunuch's eyes were a little more stunned, but he still didn't say anything, and just followed behind him quickly.When he was about to leave, he tentatively whispered again: "Your Highness Seventh, with all due respect, I'm afraid this young man's identity is a little too cautious. Your Highness should pay more attention to himself, and try not to ask him to show his face outside..."

Hearing his thoughtless reminder, Song Zichen couldn't help raising his eyebrows slightly.Thinking of Mu Qiu's hesitant gossip about the capital before, she understood a little bit, and nodded thoughtfully: "Thank you, father-in-law, I understand."

The eunuch also nodded, and didn't say any more, but led him and Mu Qiu into the carriage, and trotted outside to lead the way himself.

This should not be the treatment that I can receive, and I don't know if the credit this time is really not small, or the father intends to make up for it.Holding the burning man in his arms, Song Zichen really didn't want to think about so many secret ways, just wiped his forehead with a wet kerchief over and over again, whispered the man's name, trying to wake him up from his lethargy. Even for a moment.

When the carriage stopped outside the palace wall to be interrogated, Mu Qiu finally heard the worried voice in his ears, but he couldn't wake up for a while.After struggling for a long time, I managed to open my eyes, and met Song Zichen's worried eyes: "Mu Qiu, are you feeling particularly uncomfortable? Hold on for a while, Father asked someone to take us into the palace..."

"Your Highness—I'm sorry..."

Mu Qiu looked at him quietly for a while, before finally speaking in a low voice, his voice was hoarse and weak, but still full of apology.

Song Zichen couldn't help being startled, subconsciously tightened his arms, and tears burst out unexpectedly: "Mu Qiu, you're a liar—you clearly promised me that you would never use this trick again... Having said that, nothing is more important than you, why don't you take it to heart..."

"Your Highness..."

Mu Qiu coughed twice, then smiled helplessly, with guilt and helplessness in his eyes.With difficulty, he raised his hand to wipe away his tears, and shook his head lightly: "If I'm not wrong, the third prince must have some conspiracy at today's court meeting. I can't ask His Highness to take such a risk because of me—so That's what I had to do..."

His voice was extremely hoarse and weak, and he had to stop and pant for a while after speaking a few words, but he insisted on finishing all the words before he couldn't stop coughing.Song Zichen's heart was bleeding when he heard this, he hugged the person in his arms tightly, and kissed his hot forehead lightly: "Okay, Mu Qiu—don't say it, don't say it... I'll listen to you , I will definitely not cause trouble at today's court meeting. You have to take care of yourself and let the imperial doctors treat you, do you hear me?"

"Don't worry, Your Highness, I will be fine..."

Mu Qiu leaned in his arms, raised her hand and patted his back lightly, and nodded with a smile.But as soon as he finished speaking, a look of uncontrollable pain suddenly appeared on his face, and he tried his best not to turn around and cough for a while, and his palms became a little scarlet again.

"Mu Qiu!"

Song Zichen's heart tightened, he hugged the person in his arms tightly, and hissed.Before the man could reply, the curtain of the car was thrown open. He subconsciously turned his head to look over, and met his father's worried eyes.

"What's going on here, why did you get sick in just one night?"

The emperor frowned and asked in a low voice, stepped aside a little and asked him to jump down with Mu Qiu in his arms, and his eyes shrank suddenly: "Quickly ask the imperial doctors to wait, why did this child suddenly become so ill?" ?”

"Father..."

Song Zichen gritted his teeth and looked at him, but still tried his best to hold back that sentence together with tears.After sending Mu Qiu to the imperial father's bedroom, the man had already passed out from the overwhelmed burden, his breathing was light and his brows were tightly frowned, obviously he was not at all stable in his coma.

Looking at Mu Qiu's sleepy and weak face, Song Zichen's tears finally fell.Turning around and kneeling down, he knelt firmly on the ground: "Father, please save Mu Qiu, Mu Qiu is very likely—probably won't last long..."

"Nonsense - he is your companion, how can you curse him!"

The emperor shouted angrily, and was about to kick this useless son, but he couldn't bear it after all, he hesitated and took a step back, but his tone was still angry: "If I hear such words again next time , I will never forgive you lightly!"

"Father, it's not that my son is just talking nonsense..."

Song Zichen choked out a sound, clenched his fists tightly, and pressed his head firmly on the ground: "You should know—Mu Qiu and his father have the same disease...Father, Mu Qiu's body is not what it should be. Don't you find it strange that it's so bad?"

He finally told this matter—even though Mu Qiu repeatedly warned him not to say it, but now that this time has come, he really doesn't know if he doesn't say it now, will he regret it in the future? Opportunity.

After all—the emperor seems to value Mu Qiu so much, and even cares a little more than he does...

"What did you say?!"

Hearing his words, the emperor's eyes shrank suddenly, he stepped forward a few steps quickly, and pulled the son up from the ground: "When did it happen?! Why did I never know-how is it possible, it is impossible , he has no reason to attack such an innocent child..."

"When we were all very young..."

Song Zichen was pulled by him to stand up, feeling the trembling of the old hand that was clutching him tightly, he clenched his teeth and turned his head aside: "Father, if you must force my son to speak too much I understand—I can only accept this charge of unfilial piety, which puts you in a dilemma..."

"No, no... don't say it anymore, I don't believe it, it's impossible..."

The emperor shook his head vigorously, and staggered back a few steps. His whole body seemed to have aged ten years in an instant, and even his back, which had always been straight, was instantly hunched.He looked at his son in front of him, and then at the drowsy man on the couch, opened his mouth and was about to say something more, but the imperial physician next to him suddenly exclaimed: "It's not good—quickly help Mr. Mu up! "

Almost the moment Mu Qiu was lifted up, his body suddenly convulsed and twitched violently, glaring bright red gurgled from the corners of his lips, and fell cruelly on the ground.

"Mu Qiu!"

Song Zichen felt a sudden chill in his heart, rushed over recklessly, and hugged the person on the couch tightly.But Mu Qiu just leaned on his arms unconsciously, her head drooping limply on his shoulders, blood poured out of his mouth like money, and spilled all over Song Zichen's clothes.