The rebirth of Jiangshan is hired

"I'm just the son of a criminal minister, and I have nothing to do with His Highness the Third Highness, and I have never been able to reach high."

Mu Qiu answered in a low voice, met his gaze, and there was nothing but calm and indifference in his eyes: "In my father's will, there is no requirement that I serve the third highness, so I have the right to follow the prince I want to follow." ——Uncle Feng, you should also know about this matter."

"Of course I know, I just didn't expect——you are so stubborn."

Song Feng looked at him for a long time, finally said something in a deep voice, got up and took a few steps towards him.Mu Qiu looked at him silently, but did not make any resistance, just let him clamp the blood on his shoulder, lowered his eyes and said in a low voice: "Did father leave you to the third highness? Father once told you Excuse me—do you want to take care of the Third Highness?"

"What is his identity, you should know better than me. I have been favored by Brother Mu, and I should sacrifice my life to repay it. Unlike you, an unfamiliar white-eyed wolf, who saved his life by him, you actually turned the other way. The Third Highness bites back."

Song Feng spoke in a cold voice, and suddenly exerted force on his hand, his right hand stabbed several acupuncture points on Mu Qiu's chest like lightning, which was the same as the "heart-saving nail" he used earlier, but the force was obviously much stronger.

Mu Qiu couldn't help but groaned in pain, and swayed forward involuntarily, but he resisted him, and said sharply, "I remember you were very tolerant when you were young, why did you become like this now? The weak bones? Have you forgotten all the secret exercises your father left you?"

Mu Qiu was in so much pain that she couldn't speak, she could only feel the rumbling sound in her ears, and there was a white mist in front of her eyes.His heart was beating so violently that he could barely breathe. He was struggling to stand still, but he couldn't resist the tidal wave of fatigue. Before he could even make a sound, he fell down powerlessly. .

Unexpectedly, the ground was icy cold, Mu Qiu could feel himself being held firmly by someone, but he was powerless to say anything more, his chest throbbed unceasingly, his blood surged up his throat, and he subconsciously opened his mouth , A dazzling bright red spread out on the ground.

"What's going on—are you injured?!"

Song Feng asked in astonishment, and hugged his body, but Mu Qiu completely lost his strength, and his body slid down to the ground unstoppably.Song Feng also had no choice but to half-kneel on the ground, told him to lean on his arms, and looked into his veins for a moment, then his complexion suddenly changed: "How could it be - how could you be poisoned by the drunken age? Who gave it to you?" The medicine you took, your highness?"

Mu Qiu was in so much pain that he was unable to speak out, but shook his head slightly, half-closed his eyes and panted lowly, his mind gradually becoming dizzy.It was only then that Song Feng remembered that he had tapped his acupoints and hadn't untied them, so he quickly brushed those acupoints one by one, and then raised his palm against his back, injecting some vitality into him: "Concentrate on practicing exercises, slowly Let’s talk again when you’re done!”

Mu Qiu was unable to say anything at all, but he had to follow his instructions and focus on practicing exercises. After a long while, he felt that the congestion in his chest was slightly reduced, but he didn't even have any strength left in his body.Seeing that he had regained his strength, Song Feng finally breathed a sigh of relief. He frowned and asked, "There are only four Zuichunqiu in total, and they are all in the hands of Marquis Yunhui. Back then, your father ate it for the emperor. One, the eldest princess ate one, that Guan Tiantai ate one—how could you swallow the last one?"

Hearing that the one was indeed swallowed by Guan Tiantai, Mu Qiu finally let go of the last trace of worry in his heart, took a very light breath, coughed twice, and then said in a low voice with difficulty: "Third Highness... , can't believe me..."

"Are you kidding—how could the Third Highness not trust you?"

Song Feng frowned and asked, but saw that Mu Qiu was in a daze and was about to close his eyes, so he quickly helped him sit on the chair, and fed him the cup of tea in front of him: "Why did the Third Highness force you to You are drunk Chunqiu—does he not know who you are?"

"Of course he knows who I am..."

Mu Qiu smiled wryly and replied in a low voice, panting quietly for a moment, then set his eyes on the pot of tea: "It really is about the tea... I just think about not letting His Highness eat and drink when he meets you , but I didn't expect that even the tea in the side hall was poisoned by you... Does this poison have any other effects?"

"It's nothing else, it's just to make people irritable and irritable. As long as there is a shadow in the heart, it will be infinitely magnified."

Song Feng replied in a muffled voice, still thinking about the conversation before, frowned and shook his head, saying: "The Third Highness is not such a person—he dealt with the Seventh Highness because he and the Seventh Highness didn't have to talk about anything in the first place. However, you are your father's son after all, even if you are just a adopted son, you shouldn't be able to do this..."

"My father taught him nothing, but he taught me everything."

Mu Qiu's expression didn't move, his eyes were still lowered, and suddenly he said something that didn't start or end.After a long pause, he smiled again, slowed down and said in a hoarse voice, "I saw him for the first time that day—he asked me, why should I..."

"How come—is it just because of this kind of thing?"

Song Feng shook his head in disbelief, muttered something to himself, and there was a bit of disbelief in his eyes.After resting for a while, Mu Qiu recovered a little bit, raised his hand to wipe off the blood on his lips, and slowly sat up straight and looked at him: "Uncle Feng, my father didn't ask me to assist the third prince, so I have The right to choose by yourself - I have nothing to do with the third prince, if you really don't like it, it's okay to exchange this life with you. It's just that even if you don't do it, I'm doomed to not live long..."

"Maybe there is no way, you can talk to him, he will find a way to save you—"

Song Feng grabbed his wrist, but suddenly seemed to remember something, he quickly closed his mouth, shook his head vigorously and said: "No, there are some things I can't tell you..."

"Uncle Feng, you are not a person suitable for participating in these intrigues—I advise you, it is better not to get involved in these things, otherwise, how will you be tricked into it step by step in the future? Don't necessarily know."

Mu Qiu shook his head and chuckled lightly, with a bit of helplessness in his eyes, he closed his eyes and relaxed his body and leaned back: "It's just - there is one thing I still can't figure out. May I ask one more question to help you How did your city government help the leader of the Xiongnu force his brother to assassinate His Highness?"

"I--"

Song Feng was at a loss for words for a moment, and after a long silence, he finally gave him a reluctant look: "It was not my idea in the first place, it was the method left by His Highness the Third Highness before he left, I was just a messenger--no I said, His Highness the Third Highness has indeed inherited Brother Mu's thoughtfulness and talent, but also has a relationship with you. You don't even plan to take your life just to follow such a worthless prince, so why bother? Woolen cloth?"

Mu Qiu didn't respond immediately, but just lowered his eyes and remained silent for a while, then smiled lightly and shook his head and said, "Uncle Feng, you saw your father's final appearance with your own eyes. I'll do what I want—or if you feel that my existence really poses a threat to the third prince, just help him get rid of me. After all, living like this is really not very comfortable, so why not Just give me a good time."

He was worried about Song Zichen in his heart, but he didn't intend to stay here any longer, so he stood up with support after speaking, and walked out the door slowly without looking back.The body that had just vomited blood was not strong enough to support too many movements, and his steps even faltered a bit, but for some reason, Song Feng suddenly lost the strength to stop him, and just watched his back, frowned and lowered his eyebrows. Nodding his head, doubts and uneasiness that he had never seen before faintly flashed in his eyes.

The pain in the chest still seemed to have never subsided, and Mu Qiu's consciousness was almost in a trance, but he never fell down with his breath of heart.There were bursts of white mist in front of my eyes, my clothes were soaked in cold sweat, and I was so cold when I was blown by the wind, I just wanted to sit down and have a good rest, but I was unwilling to fall down like this no matter what. You have to find that one person.

His feet were already so heavy that he couldn't take a step, and even his breathing seemed to carry a lingering bloody smell, even if he took a single step, he would immediately cough up blood forcefully.Mu Qiu coughed and panted, and finally leaned down on the edge of the table helplessly, and half-kneeled on the ground, with some inexplicable moisture in his eyes.

He has never been such a person who easily indulges himself—maybe the gentleness these days has made him unconsciously weak, and he has even forgotten how to walk alone, so he felt flustered and at a loss at that time .Obviously it is the indifference and alienation that has long been used to, but it is only because of the changes in the past few days that he never wants to return to the situation at that time no matter what.

"Mu Qiu!"

Just when Mu Qiu's consciousness was about to fall into a coma, a familiar voice suddenly came from his ear, and his limp body was suddenly supported firmly by a pair of powerful arms, and then he was pulled into an embrace involuntarily. .Holding his hot chest, he shivered inexplicably, blinked his eyes with difficulty, raised his head and looked over, trying his best to say something, but it was difficult to make a sound no matter what.

Song Zichen hugged him tightly, his heart filled with unspeakable remorse.He shouldn't have underestimated that Mu Feng's vicious methods just because of their kinship. The person in his arms was pale, with cold sweat dripping from his forehead, and he couldn't stop shaking while leaning against his arms. She still misunderstood him because of the matter just now, but she was terrified in her heart, so she could only pull him into her arms as hard as she could, lowered her voice and said over and over again, "Mu Qiu, Mu Qiu——it's me, don't beg me." Fear……"