The rebirth of Jiangshan is hired

Song Zichen sometimes felt that he might really be the stupidest person in the world.

But even after experiencing everything in person, at the last moment, he still couldn't figure it out.Why did the once loyal subordinates confront him with swords, why did the concubine who loved each other give him a glass of poisoned wine in person, why did the elder brother of the same mother whom he exhausted all his efforts to help, turn around and kill himself.

All these years, he has been faithfully doing things for his biological brother, who is shady and unconscionable, as long as Song Zixuan ordered him to do it, and as long as the subordinates who are not loyal to Song Zixuan are dismissed by him.As a result of such dedication, an iron army was built for Song Zixuan. It was this iron army that protected him from ascending the throne, and it was this iron army that personally captured him under the horse.

The ear-piercing sound of shackles being dragged on the ground came from outside the cell. Song Zichen straightened up and stared at the aisle outside, and saw two jailers dragging a man towards this side.The man lowered his head, he was so thin and haggard that he barely stood still by the people on both sides dragging him. It is unknown whether he was unconscious or awake.The jailer opened the door of the cell where he was, and threw the man in. He staggered over and hugged him, his tentacles were chillingly cold.

"Mu Qiu, Mu Qiu..."

Song Zichen bit his lower lip, but endured the rudeness of those jailers, and just lowered his head and softly called the motionless man in his arms.He carefully supported the man in his arms, and gently brushed away the long hair on the side of his face, and saw the blood stains on the corner of the man's lips at a glance.

"Your Highness..."

The person in his arms called weakly, trying to support himself, but in Song Zichen's view, it was only a very weak struggle.His heart ached so badly, he hurriedly hugged the extremely weak man into his arms again, and carefully wiped away the blood on the corner of his mouth: "Don't move, it's cold on the ground—does it hurt? Where's the pain?"

Mu Qiu seemed to have no more strength to move, and lay peacefully in his arms, but could not stop shivering slightly.Hearing Song Zichen's question, he tried his best to smile at him, closed his eyes and shook his head slightly.Song Zichen's eyes became hot, he gently stroked his pale and thin cheeks, and said in a soft voice: "Did Song Zixuan set any conditions for you... He wants me to die, but it's not easy to kill me, if I Dead, can he let you go and give you the antidote..."

The poison on Mu Qiu's body is what Song Zichen regrets and regrets the most.When Mu Qiu was accused of reading as a companion for himself, he obeyed his elder brother and forced that person to take a piece of Zui Hongchen. He thought that as long as he gave him the antidote on time, there would be no serious problems, but that person's However, his body was still being eroded by that domineering poison, but in more than ten years, that young man with both civil and military skills had weakened into what he is now - a month ago, he didn't even bother to look at that person He never even noticed when that person started vomiting blood, and when he became so weak and weak, but now, he was crazily afraid of the possibility of losing that person.

"Your Highness—no, don't believe it, what he said...he won't, won't let us go..."

Maybe it was because he probably hit the point, Mu Qiu suddenly grabbed Song Zichen's sleeve anxiously, forcing himself to try his best to complete the sentence, but after only two sentences, he couldn't hold it any longer, and turned around to cover his mouth and coughed. After two beeps, dazzling bright red dripped from his fingers.

"Mu Qiu!"

Song Zichen called out anxiously, and Mu Qiu couldn't hold it back since the first mouthful of blood, and his body was also convulsed and convulsed, and the cold sweat soaked through the thin clothes in an instant.Song Zichen knew that the toxicity on his body had flared up again, but there was nothing he could do, so he could only caress his back over and over again, his voice hard to hide his choking voice: "Don't worry, I just—I just don't want you to be tortured like this. I'm involved, I've hurt you enough..."

"Mu Qiu...don't regret it, Your Highness..."

Looking at the tear stains on the man's face, Mu Qiu suddenly smiled slightly. He channeled the last bit of internal energy remaining in his meridians to suppress the raging poison in his body, struggled to support himself, and raised his hand to press the man's head. Rubbing gently, her tone was gentle and loving: "Chen'er, don't cry..."

Song Zichen trembled violently. He stared blankly at the deeply familiar yet unfamiliar look of pampering in the man's eyes. The past that had been buried deep in his memory suddenly broke through the dust. It was vivid and vivid, but it was like a knife. A knife stabbed him in the chest, the pain was raging, and the chill was awe-inspiring.

Mu Qiu was five years older than him. When he was the lonely little prince, that person had been with him and protected him all the time.He couldn't even remember how many boards that person had endured for him. Every time he wiped his tears while applying medicine for him, he would gently rub his hair and comfort him in a warm voice. No matter how much he played his temper, he finally endured I can't help but get into his arms and cry happily.

Since when did everything change?Maybe it was from the day of his big wedding that he deliberately alienated the relationship that was so close to some ambiguous, and then—then too many things happened. Pointing vaguely at that person, under rage, without even giving Mu Qiu a chance to explain and argue, he demoted him to a third-class guard and ordered him not to appear in front of him again.If it wasn't for the fact that his subordinates suddenly turned against him and besieged him that day, that person might never have appeared again, or he might have quietly struggled to vomit his last mouthful of blood in a place where he couldn't see, and then closed his eyes and slept forever go.

But even then, it might be much better than being tortured by myself now, and dying in this cold sky prison.

Song Zichen suddenly couldn't hold back the tears anymore, sobbing, he hugged that person tightly in his arms, and gently kissed his forehead: "Why are you so stupid...is it worth it..."

While kissing, Song Zichen suddenly saw that person's eyes—the two-way clear and warm eyes seemed to light up with the brightest light, but they were like the most dazzling fireworks. dimmed down.He suddenly felt his heart burning, and there were strands of pain dragging and spreading, making him so painful that he couldn't breathe.

"In this life, don't change..."

Mu Qiu's vision was already blurred, he tried his best to smile shallowly in the direction of the imaginary person, it seemed that warm, fishy and sweet liquid was still overflowing from his lips, but he was powerless to stop it anymore.A strange warmth and ease suddenly enveloped him, and the pain that had tortured him for more than ten years disappeared in a trance, leaving only a very bright and soft light in front of his eyes.

Song Zichen hugged the person in his arms tightly, watching him vomit blood one after another, watching him trembling uncontrollably, watching his slightly muddy eyes, and watching his extremely warm and joyful lightheartedness. Smiling.He watched with his own eyes the light in that person's eyes go out little by little, and his heart ached to the extreme, leaving only a daze.

"I killed you...don't worry, wait for me, let's go together."

Song Zichen gently smoothed the man's messy long hair, raised his hand to caress his half-opened eyes, closed them gently for him, and carefully wiped away the blood on his face with his sleeves.He touched the man's waist, and sure enough, he felt a dagger.

He guessed right, Song Zixuan must have asked Mu Qiu to persuade him to commit suicide, or more directly, asked Mu Qiu to stab him to death directly, using this as a bargaining chip, and if he died, he would give him the antidote.

"You should listen to him, it's really not worth dying for me..." Song Zichen gently laid the man's body flat on the ground, and took the dagger into his hand, which was already so cold As soon as Song Zichen put the dagger in his palm and held it, he let it hang down again in a slump. The dagger fell to the ground with a clang, which made his heart feel empty.

"Come on, let me help you." Song Zichen suddenly smiled lightly in relief. He was not supposed to live in the first place, and dying here fulfilled everyone's wishes—including himself.As for the only person who might have an opinion, he had already left one step ahead of him.He had to move quickly, if it was too late, there would be no way for Wangchuan to catch up.

He held the man's cold hand in his palm, gripped the dagger tightly, and slammed it into his chest.

"Birth is different, death is the same acupuncture point... If there is an afterlife, I--definitely, I will live up to it..."

Warm blood dripped down the blade, and a few drops splashed on the calm and smiling face of the man. Song Yuchen stared blankly for a while, then suddenly smiled in relief, swayed his body, and fell slumped beside the man .