The rebirth of Jiangshan is hired

All the voices next to his ears seemed to drift away suddenly, Song Zichen's all thoughts were occupied by the people on the couch, and his expression almost became a little ferocious.

He had never seen Mu Qiu look so weak—even though it was not the first time he saw that person vomit blood, that person was always calm and gentle, and even had the strength to comfort him not to be afraid.But this time it seemed that everything was different. That person fell into his arms, so quiet and slumped that he seemed to have lost all vitality. Only the blood kept gushing out from the corners of his lips, which made him feel inexplicable. A deep chill.

"If you don't want him to follow in his father's footsteps and die now, let me let him go!"

The emperor shouted angrily, and slapped the son on the face.Song Zichen was slapped, raised his head in a daze, and met his father's red eyes that seemed to be bloodshot, and then he seemed to wake up suddenly, withdrew his hands abruptly, and handed him over to the imperial physicians, while he was beaten several times. A eunuch helped him aside.

Even though he was helped to the side, his gaze was still reluctant to leave the person on the couch.Mu Qiu lay quietly on the couch, like a broken puppet who was given acupuncture points by the imperial physicians, helped him up and poured various soups into his mouth, but remained silent all the time.Even in his heart, he guessed and expected that that person was just acting on the spot, just to make his father experience such pain again, to match his words, so that he could stand firmer, his But my heart still felt like being stirred by a knife, the pain was so painful that I could barely speak.

"Okay...you are useless here, go out with me."

Suddenly there was a sigh-like voice from the emperor behind him, Song Zichen turned his head abruptly, his eyes turned bloody, "Royal Father!"

"I said come out with me!"

The emperor's voice was suddenly sharp, and he slammed his palm on the table, looking at him with unquestionable majesty.The fear deeply rooted in childhood sprouted again, Song Zichen instinctively kept quiet, gritted his teeth and stood there for a long while, finally nodded reluctantly, and said in a low voice: "I obey my father's orders..."

"Your Highness Seventh, let's go."

The eunuch hurried forward to meet him, held his arm considerately, and also broke the deadlock between the father and son.Song Zichen turned his head to look at Mu Qiu for the last time, remembering that person told him over and over again, finally gritted his teeth, and followed the steps of the emperor before him, step by step out of the bedroom.

His heart was full of the person who was still on the couch without knowing whether he was alive or dead, and his mind was completely messed up.Numbly, he was helped to change clothes, washed his hands and face again, and sent him back to the study, still staggering a little bit out of his wits.

Suddenly there was a tall shadow in front of him, and a touch of warmth appeared on his face.Song Zichen raised his head subconsciously, met his father's complicated but seemingly softened eyes, pursed his lips and called out in a low voice: "Father..."

"Does it still hurt?"

The emperor stroked the son's cheek, led him to sit at the table, and sighed very lightly: "I shouldn't have hit you, it was I who lost my temper just now, you can blame me..."

"Don't blame the father. If the father didn't slap me, I might really not know what to do."

Song Zichen shook his head and replied in a low voice.He gritted his teeth and remained silent for a moment, then suddenly knelt down on the ground, kowtowed vigorously a few times, then raised his head and said in a hoarse voice: "Father, Mu Qiu can't delay any longer, please help him, please ..."

"It's not that I don't want to save him—if I could save him, why would I have watched his father weaken day by day because of the poison and vomit blood, and finally passed away with regret..."

The emperor sighed, shook his head helplessly, took a few steps forward, and personally picked up the son.

"Don't talk about it, Father knows what you want to say. This drunken world is not as simple as you think—do you know that the antidote for this poison must be the person who made this poison in the first place?" The blood of his father, and the seven poisons and seven medicines, which are the most precious treasures in the world. At the beginning, in order to save his father's life, I tried my best to send people to search everywhere, and I also offered a reward for a long time, but there was still only one poison, and only Poison Valley It can only grow out—but at that time, Poison Valley has been destroyed and turned into ruins..."

"how come--"

Song Zichen couldn't help but frowned, shook his head in fear, and his heart sank suddenly: "But if this is the case, wouldn't this poison become a deadly poison..."

"Actually, if you want to say that, there is nothing wrong with it."

The emperor stood up and walked back and forth for a few steps, sighed very lightly, and walked slowly to the window, looking at the faintly bright dawn outside: "The most vicious thing about this so-called drunken world is that-anyone If the person who takes it doesn't have the matching elixir for relief, the poison will occur every month, and the pain will be endless when the poison occurs. I just ate this drunken world."

"I know it, I have heard that it was Mu Qiu's father who took the medicine instead of the emperor..."

Song Zichen hesitated for a moment, but responded in a low voice.The emperor couldn't help being slightly surprised, raised his eyebrows and looked at him with a bit of astonishment in his eyes: "Since Mu Qiu didn't tell you about those things, he probably wouldn't say about this matter—how could you know about this matter?" Know?"

"Father, my son is going on this expedition. The deputy general is Peng Feigui, the son of the Eldest Princess. He saw Mu Qiu's situation and mentioned it to my son by chance during a conversation."

Having reached this point, Song Zichen could only bite the bullet and answer.Hearing what he said, the emperor suddenly had a helpless wry smile in his eyes, shook his head and sighed softly: "No wonder - it turned out to be the son of the Peng family. Their Peng family has always been dissatisfied with me, and I have always known it. What happened back then was indeed a bit too arbitrary..."

"My son heard Fei Gui say that...it is said that if people who love each other fall in love with each other, it will add poison to the poison of drunken mortals."

Song Zichen responded in a low voice, clenched his fists twice, and replied with a slightly lowered voice.

The emperor nodded slightly, sighed very softly, and then patted him on the shoulder lightly: "Then——in your opinion, is it right or wrong for me to separate their husband and wife?"

"I believe that you can neither say that the father did something wrong, nor that the Peng family is ignorant of good and bad. There is no wrong party in this matter. The father is right, but the Peng family also has their own difficulties. .”

Song Zichen clenched his fists tightly, raised his head to meet the thoughtful eyes of his father in front of him, paused for a moment before continuing: "I have heard the story of my father and Uncle Mu from several people intermittently. Uncle Mu cut off love in order to let him live longer. This is not wrong, it is also human nature. But the eldest princess would rather let the toxicity worsen, but also cuddle up with her family and refuse to separate, but it is also a deep friendship. Similarly, no one can deny it..."

"After all, you are still young, so there is nothing wrong with thinking like this."

The emperor smiled, his eyes were gloomy, but his expression became more gentle and gentle, as if he had fallen into some kind of very distant memory: "Whenever love is fervent, how many people can bear parting? Let alone this Unreasonable separation... At that time, the eldest princess once compared herself with a sword, and told me that she would rather die in her husband's arms for three days than seek longevity with the blue lamp and ancient Buddha. I have no choice but to obey her and fulfill her wish. But she is a woman after all... Do you understand what I mean?"

"Father..."

Song Zichen felt a sudden chill behind his back, and some extremely nervous thoughts suddenly appeared in his heart, he frowned and shook his head slightly: "Please forgive me—I don't understand."

"You understand, it's just that you don't want to think about it."

The emperor gave a wry smile, shook his head slightly, and patted him on the shoulder: "I was in the same situation as you once, and there will be no one who knows your thoughts better than me... At the beginning, the two of us were also like you Same, get along day and night, and accompany each other day in and day out. I am not afraid that this sentence will spread. At the beginning, I even really thought about it. If one day I ascended the throne as emperor, I would rather bear the pressure of the court and establish the rules of male empresses. A man can also enter the palace as the queen. But these are just impulses when the love is deep. When I really sat in this seat, I suddenly understood how much pressure and how much pressure this seat is carrying. How many pairs of eyes are staring at me, and I can't relax for a moment..."

"But father, son—"

Song Zichen's expression tightened, and he subconsciously wanted to speak, but the emperor just shook his head, and pressed his shoulder with one hand: "Tell me to finish—I know what you want to say, it's nothing more than you don't care about the seat, if Mu Qiu If you can survive, you would rather live in seclusion with him and wander the world, wouldn't you?"

It was only then that he remembered that his and Mu Qiu's every move was under the watchful eyes of the dark guards. Song Zichen couldn't help but see some cold sweat behind him, gritted his teeth and lowered his head and said softly: "Father is right, my son really has this idea ..."

"It's not surprising. When I was young and vigorous, I actually had the idea of ​​you. What's so rare about this throne? What does the world have to do with me? But it's as simple as wanting to die with one person, so why can't I do it?" ?”

The emperor smiled bitterly, sighed very softly, and slowly returned to the table and sat down: "But do you know that your surname is Song, which cannot be changed no matter what—no matter where you escape to No matter which village you live in seclusion in the valley, you are still a descendant of the royal family, and you are still my son. Otherwise, you wouldn’t have volunteered to go out this time, would you?”

"Father..."

Song Zichen frowned, and called out in a low voice, only to feel the uneasiness in his heart grow stronger: "Why can't I understand what you are trying to say..."