Vicissitudes know Jinhua

Qi Shao took a deep breath and stuffed his chest like a frozen pig iron weight. He wanted to cry loudly, but he also wanted to get up and chase him out to see him again. He struggled to get out of bed, his knees softened and his eyes darkened, and he fell to the ground , His forehead hit the edge of the bed heavily, and hot liquid flowed down his cheeks, and he didn't know whether it was blood or tears.

In a coma, I felt that someone was always by my side, there was something cool to wipe my forehead and neck, and I heard a soft conversation and answer, and the familiar voice was gentle and vaguely anxious...

Everything seemed to happen in the clouds, it was vague and indistinct to see and hear clearly, but it was surprisingly clear in his heart: Mu Zishi did not leave.

He was so excited that he wanted to cry for a moment, but An Ning was relieved even more. If he left, he would not beg for a word, but he would have begged a thousand times ten thousand times in his heart.

Good thing he didn't go.

The quilt was very warm, his hands were cold, and he could smell the strong fragrance of medicine. Qi Shaochong felt that he had to live well.

Mu Zishi was sitting by the small coal stove, resting his chin with his hands, his face was pale, his eyes were filled with tiredness and worry, and the rough pottery medicine pot was gurgling and steaming.

Although Qi Shaochong is not squeamish, he is more or less delicate, just like a rare sapling that has been cared for suddenly moved from the imperial garden to the wilderness in the poor streets and alleys. Mu Zishi was very surprised.

The overflowing medicinal gas sprayed on his face, and rushed into his throat as soon as he inhaled. Mu Zishi felt his throat itchy, and coughed lightly a few times, afraid of waking Qi Shaochong, he quickly covered his mouth to muffle his voice.

The medicine had to be boiled for a while, Mu Zishi walked to the table lightly, and just picked up two mouthfuls of cold food, when he heard Qi Shaochong moaning in a low voice, thinking it was painful, he quickly put down his chopsticks and sat beside him , twisted out a cloth towel from the basin beside him, folded it and put it on his forehead.

Seeing him gradually calm down, Mu Zishi let out a sigh and was about to get up and leave when he suddenly tightened his wrist, which was already tightly held by Qi Shaochong.

Mu Zishi turned around in surprise, but saw that Qi Shaochong had opened his eyes, and the two looked at each other. After a long time, Mu Zishi said impatiently, "Let go."

Qi Shaochong's cheeks were as red as fire, his eyes seemed to be on fire, he didn't speak but he didn't let go.

Mu Zishi's eyelashes trembled, and the corners of his mouth curled up: "Didn't you say you wouldn't beg me so shamelessly?"

Qi Shaochong bit his lip and continued to beat him to death without saying a word, his eyes were moist like a puppy.

Mu Zishi took pity on him for being ill, so he didn't care too much about him, and just snorted: "I'll go get you medicine...should I let go?"

The medicine was still very bitter after drying for a while, when the first spoonful was put into his mouth, Qi Shaochong's facial features quickly shifted and then moved closer together, and finally squeezed into a ball, he hurriedly grabbed his throat and asked, "Is there any candied fruit?"

Mu Zishi smiled gloatingly, "No."

Qi Shaochong reached out to take the bowl: "I will do it myself."

Mu Zishi hurriedly avoided and said, "Don't move, you have no strength in your hands, and I'm the one who's troublesome because of the medicine."

As he said that, he brought the medicine bowl to Qi Shaochong's mouth: "You can drink it in a big gulp, it's more uncomfortable to cut it with a knife than to break your neck with a knife."

Qi Shaochong was about to say why this sounded so awkward, the medicine bowl was already stuck to his lips, and he had to open his mouth to swallow a big bowl of medicine juice that was as bitter as arsenic.

Wrinkled face was about to complain, when the tip of his tongue was sweet, but Mu Zishi stuffed him with a small rock candy.Holding it in his mouth as if he had found a treasure, he asked, "Where did you get the candy? Didn't you say you don't have any?"

Mu Zishi packed the medicine bowl and said, "Ask the shopkeeper for it. If you sweat a little longer, you'll be fine."

Qi Shaochong endured for such a long time, but also felt his head groggy. He lay down as he said, but saw that the oil lamp was dim, and asked hurriedly, "What time is it? You... have you slept for a while?"

Mu Zishi said: "After the fifth watch, it will be dawn soon."

Qi Shao rushed to see a lock of his hair scattered on the side of his face, looking quite tired, and said softly: "You took care of me and didn't sleep all night?"

Mu Zishi glanced at him and said, "Yes, what's the matter?"

Qi Shaochong just felt as if his heart had been scorched by flames and it was hot and painful, as if there was a small seed waiting to germinate.

Mu Zishi blinked his eyes, and said: "You put on such a crying face, do you think I'm not serving you well, and you deliberately show me face?"

Qi Shao hurriedly said: "No, of course not! Zishi, take a break, don't get tired and sick, I..."

Mu Zishi's eyes flickered, as bright as a cat, and he said lightly: "You don't have to worry about me, even if you fall ill ten times along the way, I won't get sick once."

He said, Qi Shaochong believed it.

Mu Zishi looks weak, and he is weaker and lazy than anyone else in the palace riding and shooting range, but when the folks are in adversity, he is like a weed, with the vitality to live anywhere, and he is terribly tenacious and tenacious.

Qi Shaochong lay down for two days, drank bitter medicine for two days, stood up refreshed and looked good with a young boy, Mu Zishi lost a lot of weight, but he was still in good spirits, and said with a smile, "Hurry up?"

Qi Shaochong nodded, with a stern look on his brows: "Let's go."

Mu Zishi felt a little tentative: "Don't cry anymore? Don't you feel sad?"

Qi Shao rushed to pack the package, and said in a low voice: "My mother was born with kindness and virtue, and I dare not let her down, but the grief may not be placed on tears."

After a pause, he looked directly at Mu Zishi, with a look of pleading hope in his eyes: "Mother is sorry for the fourth brother, but the deceased is already dead, Zishi, you..."

Mu Zishi interrupted coldly: "I will never forgive her, fourth brother can't hate his mother, but I can hate my whole life for him."

The innkeeper took advantage of the fire to rob and take advantage of his illness to seek wealth. Qi Shaochong couldn't do without Mu Zishi because of his illness. Mu Zishi saw the silver dust coming, and Mu Zishi hated it in his eyes, but he had to bear it, and sometimes he felt disgusted when he opened and closed his eyes, so he closed both eyes.

This time Qi Shaochong recovered from his illness and set off, and settled the money for the past few days. The shopkeeper looked as ruddy as if he was a bridegroom's official for the sake of the money, and his words were also polite and warm: "Next time the two young masters pass by, how about you?" Please come to our Laiwang Inn, the tea price will be halved and the water price will be free!"

These words were so shameless and old-fashioned. After all, Mu Zishi was invincible, so he couldn't hang on for a while, and said with a dark face: "Thank you!"

After thinking about it, I had to ask: "Is there any carriages and horses in this town heading towards Jingzhou?"

The shopkeeper said with a smile: "It's the first lunar month, how can there be merchants traveling with family members? It's hard to find, it's hard to find... How about you two stay for a few more days, and I'll watch it for you?"

Mu Zishi didn't even bother to say anything, so he turned around and left.

The shopkeeper looked at his back, shook his head with a smile, and the little boy beside him was so blunt, he just frowned for him: "Shopkeeper, you have offended the customer like this, and you still want to pull him back Business?"

The shopkeeper fiddled with the abacus beads: "What do you know, you idiot? These two brothers have embarrassing backgrounds. Although they speak and act with a smile on their faces, they are not short of arrogance... Maybe it's the troubled Phoenix who fell into the mud. of gold."

The little guy didn't understand even more: "Then you still dare to extort so much money from them openly and secretly?"

The shopkeeper glared at him: "Stupid, let your father buy an ax to chop your elm head! The more such a character, the more troublesome they are, how guilty they are! How dare they stand up to us? Let alone me How close is that to the county government?"

As he spoke, he picked up the teapot and took a sip from the spout: "Return to business? Hehe, who cares, what we do is a casserole, pounding garlic, and selling with a hammer. !"

After walking away with the broom on his shoulders, the little guy spit secretly: "You're a stingy old bastard, and even our wages will be deducted. Be careful that your grandson has assholes all over his body!"

Mu Zishi and Qi Shaochong walked on foot, and heard a lot of rumors about the city of Chenjing in the tea houses on the street for a few days, and the people who said it were all very serious, just like when Qi Jin was sitting in Zen, they sat with their horses on the side, But the content is true and false, some are real and some are false, there is no lack of speculation or even fabrications out of thin air. It is said that the prince of Zhenguo is the most noble of many princes. Empress; there are also those who say that the prince of Zhen Guo came to the throne a little unclear. The emperor suddenly fell ill overnight in the Dajing Palace. Isn't it strange that the seventh son of the emperor also lost his life in the flames?

Qi Shaochong warmed his hands with a teacup, listened silently, pondered for a moment and asked, "Why did Qi Hefeng say that we are all dead?"

Mu Zishi crushed a piece of glutinous rice cake bit by bit with his fingers, and said with a low laugh, "I'm really dead, you haven't."

Qi Shaochong was not in a hurry to ask questions, he only thought about it for a while, and then said: "You mean, Qi Hefeng knew that I was not dead, but thought you were dead?"

Mu Zishi looked at him, his eyes bent, and he whispered: "Stop rushing, you've become smart... When I left the East Palace that day, I asked Xiao Fuzi to put a little eunuch doing odd jobs in my clothes, and a big fire broke out. The face of the dead body is difficult to distinguish, and there is a palace change, and the few low-level eunuchs are not eye-catching, so I must have deceived them."

Qi Shaochong felt even weirder: "Then why didn't the empress concoct it in the same way? Just let Qi Hefeng think that I have been buried in the Liangyi Palace?"

"Your mother..." Mu Zishi pursed his lips, and had to admit: "She is definitely not an ordinary woman, she is extremely powerful. She not only wants you to live, but also wants your father, Qi Hefeng, and even the court to be well-informed." Everyone knows that you are alive, as long as the Seventh Prince does not die, the orthodox wildfire will not burn out, and there will be a chance to make a comeback in the future. Therefore, it is not that she cannot do it, but she is willing to take a big risk and deliberately not to do it."

Looking at Qi Shaochong, her eyes were a bit complicated: "She is indeed devoted to you, but she can't help being cruel in her painstaking efforts."

The knuckles of Qi Shaochong's hand holding the teacup were a little white, and he was silent for a long time, and said: "Actually, I hope that my mother is just an ordinary woman in the market, if so..."

Suddenly his throat choked, and Mu Zishi felt sad when he thought of Qi Yupei.

It's almost time now, and there are many idlers in the teahouse, only to hear someone at the table by the window enviously say loudly: "I heard that the Seventh Prince was buried with as many as ten carts of jewels, and the pearl of the East China Sea, Lantian jade, is like raindrops." Throwing it into the coffin, tsk tsk, Prince Zhen Guo really treats this brother kindly, the Seventh Prince is so young, I don't know if he can use such good things!"

Mu Zishi couldn't help sneering when he heard this, turned his eyes and saw that the man was wearing a brand-new green satin gown, with a fat head and big ears, and three or four pieces of jade huang, jade bi, and jade hanged all over his body. In Dong's hand, he was still holding a folding fan of the peony beauty's lacquer gold sprinkled with flowers, and the jewels were so frivolous and vulgar.

Qi Shaochong listened thoughtfully, and asked in a low voice: "Qi Hefeng knew that I was not dead, so he should have chased and killed me at all costs. Why are you so hypocritical?"

The corners of Mu Zishi's lips curled up slightly, and he said, "Qi Hefeng is contrary to your mother. He is most afraid that others will know that you are still alive, so he would rather not arrest you in a big way, but wait for your funeral and then search secretly. If you can return to Chenjing as the Seventh Prince, then there will be endless troubles."

With one hand propped on his chin, he had an extremely beautiful smile, but it appeared sinister for no reason: "It doesn't matter whether this kid Qi Shaochong is dead or alive, but the emperor's only son, the seventh son, must die completely."

His mother is well versed in such treacherous and profound thoughts, Qi Hefeng is familiar with them, and Mu Zishi looks like a fire in a cave, but Qi Shaochong only feels a chill down his spine, and he is a little bit at a loss: "Father told me that the most important thing to govern a country is to love the people and be diligent." Listening and tolerance, knowing people, making good use of them, and being quick to make decisions..."

Mu Zishi nodded and said: "What I'm talking about is just the art of power and cunning. Blind strategy and ingenuity will not be popular in the end. It is not an upright way to stabilize the people and prosper the country. What your father said is the right way... And I always feel that sometimes the childish way Heart, maybe it can turn your bad luck into good luck instead."

Qi Shaochong pondered for a moment: "Turning bad luck into good luck? You mean I am a fool who is lucky?"

Mu Zishi couldn't help laughing: "That's right, you're really good."

Qi Shaochong has long been used to being harshly spoken by him suddenly, so he didn't care at the moment, and then lowered his head to think about it, but his eyes were shining brightly: "Zi Shi, if one day I become the king of Anmin, you will be my scheming master." Phase, isn't it what the military strategists say, to cooperate with each other and to win by surprise?"

Mu Zishi was noncommittal, but instead reprimanded: "Call me brother, don't call me by my name directly!"

Qi Shaochong smiled softly, took him by the hand, and said, "Okay, brother, brother!"