The rebirth of Jiangshan is hired

Chapter 131

"Okay - I'll listen to you."

Seeing that he finally smiled again, Song Zichen finally heaved a sigh of relief, hugged the man, and rubbed against his neck: "You scared me to death just now, and you dare to talk to royal father like that— —I’m not going to lie to you, I’m ready to take you out and run away at any time, and then I just wandered around the world to escape for my life..."

Mu Qiu couldn't help but chuckled, and patted him on the back comfortingly, but also relaxed her mind, and leaned on him wearily: "It's a good thing Your Highness didn't hear it...Actually, at that time, The emperor actually wanted me to separate from His Highness. If I don't fight against the Emperor, I'm afraid that the Emperor will really tear us apart..."

"what?!"

Song Zichen finally figured out what happened before, his eyes widened in astonishment, and he shook his head in disbelief.Just as he was about to say something more, he suddenly felt the person on his body fall down, and the strength on his arm sank a little, his heart tightened, and he quickly hugged that person: "Mu Qiu, Mu Qiu—— What's the matter, where is it uncomfortable?"

"It's okay, just a little tired."

Mu Qiu responded warmly, closed his eyes and let out a soft sigh, relaxed his body and leaned on him completely: "Your Highness can't rest, unless Uncle Feng comes back and reports that the emperor has returned to the palace safely, then he can completely relax. Now The Third Prince has been cornered, and no one can guarantee that he will make some terrible moves..."

"Mu Qiu—you might as well just say that you want to sleep and not allow me to sleep..."

Song Zichen replied discouragedly, but still obediently picked him up, kissed his forehead lightly, and firmly hugged him back to the house: "Don't worry, I'll watch over you——Your mind You have spent too much, take a good rest, father and emperor have their own auspiciousness, and it would not be such a coincidence that something will happen."

"Your Highness..."

Mu Qiu's brows and eyes were full of tiredness, but he still refused to close his eyes. He just entangled the man's sleeves between his fingers and looked up at him slightly.Song Zichen only thought that he had something to say, quickly squatted down and held his hand, and said in a slow voice, "I'm here, Mu Qiu—what's the matter, do you want anything?"

Mu Qiu slightly closed his eyes, frowned and shook his head lightly, but the hand holding his sleeve became tighter.Noticing his movements, Song Zichen's eyes flashed with astonishment, and a surge of soreness and warmth suddenly surged in his chest. He squeezed the man's hand back hard, leaned down and kissed his forehead gently: "Mu Qiu, don't be afraid." I'm afraid—I'm always here, we're always together, no one can tell us to separate..."

Of the two, he was always the more restless one, which made him almost forget that Mu Qiu also felt restless in his heart, and also feared the sharp sword hanging over their heads—this kind of cognition called He felt warmth and pain in his heart, sobbed and repeated a few words in a low voice, and kissed the man's brows and corners of his eyes almost piously, until Mu Qiu's slightly frowning brows slowly relaxed, and his breathing gradually became steady. The hand that only held his sleeve did not let go.

Song Zichen's heart ached so badly that he didn't want to just get up like this, but he didn't dare to lie down after Mu Qiu's orders.He simply sat sideways on the edge of the couch, and carefully hugged him into his arms.

Mu Qiu was so tossed by him that he opened his eyes in a daze, but he just moved his body to find a comfortable angle, and fell asleep leaning against his chest.Such undefended trust made Song Zichen's heart feel a little hot, he carefully covered him with a quilt, and looked out of the window at the silent night and became fascinated.

He didn't realize it at all - at that time Mu Qiu was confronting his father for their future.Thinking back to when Mu Qiu almost forcibly opened the scar to show his father, Song Zichen's eyes couldn't help sour, he carefully kissed the corner of his lips, and hugged him again, extremely He breathed a sigh of relief.

How can we separate?It was nothing more than that wherever Mu Qiu went, he would follow.

It was late at night, and even though he had slept for a while, he still felt a little tired at this time.Song Zichen couldn't help yawning, thinking wildly whether Uncle Feng would go out to drink, but the person in his arms suddenly moved, subconsciously lowered his head, and met a pair of vigilant eyes.

"Mu Qiu—what's wrong?"

Song Zichen's heart sank slightly, and he quickly asked in a low voice.Mu Qiu shook his head slightly, frowned, stood up, listened intently for a moment, and was about to prop himself up on the bed, when Mu Feng's voice came from outside the window: "Don't come out, it's not my blood——I beat you like this!" Too much fake, when did you see me make a move in person?"

"Father……"

Mu Qiu called softly, but still felt uneasy.Just about to go to bed, he felt his arms go limp, and fell back into the arms of his highness, his body was limp and he had no strength at all, and his eyelids were too heavy to open: "Father, when did you—— The medicine my son gave..."

Hearing his words, Song Zichen's tense heart relaxed, and he shook his head dumbfounded.Seeing that the man was finally unable to resist the medicine and fell into a deep sleep, he carefully put him back on the couch, and quickly greeted him: "Uncle Feng, what's going on?"

"It's nothing. I think it's time for him to sleep, so let's go to bed first."

Mu Feng replied nonchalantly, lowered his head to take care of the bloodstains on his clothes, and couldn't help sighing heavily: "He actually really knows how to make a move, I didn't expect at all..."

"To tell you the truth... I don't think it's strange what he's doing now."

Naturally knowing who the other party was talking about, Song Zichen replied in a muffled voice. Looking at the conspicuous wound on the man's body, he couldn't help but frowned slightly: "Uncle Feng, you are obviously injured, why did you—"

"What can I say? Don't you think I'm not ashamed enough?"

Mu Feng responded coldly, then left him and walked towards the wing.For Mu Qiu's sake, he couldn't just stand by and watch, not to mention that the other party had just saved his father, Song Zichen hurriedly chased after him, and was about to call for his servants to pass on the imperial physician, when Mu Feng dragged him in. I went out of the room: "Don't say anything, it wasn't a serious injury—his body couldn't support the heavy drug, and I didn't dare to take too much of it. If there was a commotion, I might wake him up again." .”

Looking at the unadulterated concern in Mu Feng's eyes, Song Zichen hesitated for a while, but he could only agree in a low voice, and ignored his gaze, stepped forward to bandage his wound himself: "Uncle Feng takes care of Mu Qiu like this, no matter what, You should ask me to show some filial piety on behalf of Mu Qiu."

Hearing his words, Mu Feng couldn't help being slightly taken aback, but he simply let him do what he did, and after a while he sighed softly: "You don't know—how I treated him back then... what I'm doing now, In the final analysis, it can only be regarded as making up for it. But those things that I did back then, how could this be able to make up for it..."

Song Zichen's eyes were slightly concentrated, but his movements were still neat. After dressing all the wounds, he stood up and said warmly: "No matter what you did back then, in Mu Qiu's heart, you are still an elder worthy of his respect. That's enough. As long as Mu Qiu still calls you Uncle Feng, I will be your son for a day, and I will follow him to honor you."

"What are you - do I still need you to provide for my old age?"

Mu Feng replied coldly, but the hostility in his eyes was slightly less.He took out a piece of clothes from the box to change into, and took out a waist card from his waist and threw it to him: "This is the badge of the Yunhui Hou Mansion. I heard you and Qiu'er said that you don't want them to match each other. Just take this thing back—you keep it for yourself, and later you two discuss how to use it. Although it is really not difficult for Marquis Yunhui to kill your father in a hurry, it may not be what you want. It's as easy as it is for you, he must owe you this favor."

Song Zichen took the token subconsciously. Although he couldn't fully comprehend the other party's words, he still remembered them firmly, and couldn't help but said with concern: "Uncle Feng, then my father——"

"Your father is fine, the guards arrived halfway, but the imperial doctor who was supposed to be brought out was not brought out, saying that he suddenly disappeared. The palace is also chaotic, you'd better go back and have a look. Don't always be like a girl's house, hiding in this palace without leaving the gate..."

Mu Feng explained a few words impatiently, and threatened Song Zichen not to tell Mu Qiu what happened today, and then mercilessly kicked him out of the house.Song Zichen stood at the door dumbfounded, and sighed gloomily.After walking back to the door of the bedroom, he suddenly saw that familiar figure.

"Mu Qiu!"

Secretly swearing that Uncle Feng's dose of medicine is really not enough, Song Zichen didn't dare to delay at all, put the waist card in his sleeve, strode over and grabbed the crumbling man into his arms: "Mu Qiu, you all know that Uncle Feng drugged you, why are you still running around like this - you don’t call someone when you come out, what if you fall outside..."

"I'm worried……"

Mu Qiu gave a powerless wry smile, lay quietly in his arms, slightly closed his eyes to relieve his dizziness, and then raised his breath and said in a low voice: "Your Highness, Uncle Feng—"

"He's fine, just a minor injury—I knew you would have heard it. He even asked me to hide it for him, and said that if he dared to tell you, he wouldn't promise you to me..."

Song Zichen shook his head and couldn't help but smile bitterly, but even he couldn't help but sigh, and gently kissed the forehead of the person in his arms: "Mu Qiu—thanks to your thoughtful thinking, otherwise I'm afraid there will be a big mess today Yes, you saved me again."

"Your Highness still has something to do right now, so you have to go to the palace right away——The emperor is not in a state of mind at this moment, and it is the time when His Highness is needed..."

Mu Qiu only felt sleepy and dizzy, but he still tried his best to pull Song Zichen's sleeves, and he could barely speak clearly: "I don't have anything to do here, Your Highness should go to the palace as soon as possible—if I can get up tomorrow morning, I will follow suit..."