Cannon fodder prince, he is always pretending to be innocent

Qiu Dali's footsteps were very light, different from the footsteps of everyone here.

Song Qingchen squinted his eyes and looked out. He was thin, like a man made of paper, and floated in.It floated quite fast, and in the blink of an eye, he was already in front of his bed.

Suddenly felt a little eerie.

Song Qingchen smiled at him: "Doctor Qiu, haven't you rested for a long time? Don't panic, take your time."

"Your Highness..." Qiu Dali's voice was hoarse, as if he was tired for days, "I'll cut all His Highness's pulse first."

"Yes." Song Qingchen nodded in agreement.

In a daze, there seemed to be someone talking outside the room, but the voice was very low.Song Qingchen couldn't help asking:

"Who is talking outside?"

Qiu Dali didn't stop his hands, and replied in his mouth: "Your Highness, that's the governor...and His Majesty."

Song Qingchen frowned: "What are they talking about? We've been chatting for a while."

Qiu Dali had a rare laugh: "When the governor comes over later, His Highness can ask himself."

Song Qingchen's expression improved immediately, and he frowned and said, "Can he stay for dinner today? Or leave later?"

Qiu Dali hummed, and removed the pillow under his wrist.

"Your Highness, the grass people are about to give needles."

Song Qingchen was absent-minded, and didn't ask him where he wanted to tie it.He casually agreed, and poked his head to look at the door.

I can't see any details.

Qiu Dali leaned over and said, "Your Highness, please lower your head a little so that the grass people can give you the needle."

Prick your head? !

"Wait!" Song Qingchen always had reservations about this miraculous medical skill.Not to mention stabbing him in the head!

When I got excited, I felt pain all over my body, especially my ribs.His face was distorted in pain, and he couldn't speak for a while.

Qiu Dali was taken aback by his shout, but he didn't intend to stab him immediately.He only slowly returned to the bed and said in a low voice:

"Your Highness has never had much trust in Caomin's medical skills. Caomin knows it."

Song Qingchen seldom heard Qiu Dali being so humble, and he was not used to it for a while, so he said in a muffled voice: "It's not that I don't believe it, it's just that I'm a little afraid of acupuncture..."

Qiu Dali paused for a while, and then said: "Caomin's medical skills are all learned from my father. Before my father passed away, he passed on his lifelong knowledge to Caomin."

Although he was afraid that Qiu Dali would stab him in the head, he could still listen to the short stories of his life.Song Qingchen let go of his vigilance, and his tense back relaxed.

"The Qiu family lineage in Shuobei, from Caomin's grandfather, has been a miracle doctor. It has been passed down to Caomin here. Although medical skills are good, they can only heal others, not themselves. Caomin's father and grandfather both suffer from strange diseases."

Song Qingchen listened very seriously, for a moment he forgot that Qiu Dali was going to stab him in the head.Suddenly I understood why Qiu Dali described him as thin and thin.It turned out to be a genetic disease...

I heard him continue:

"The real name of the grassroots is Qiu Ruxu. My father said that it is better to change the name, so I changed it to Qiu Dali, so that it will be easier to live."

"So that's it," Song Qingchen echoed, "Qiu Ruxu's name really seems precarious."

Qiu Dali moved closer to the bed, and said softly, "Caomin said so much, just to tell His Highness..."

"Huh?" Song Qingchen looked at him in confusion even though he couldn't see anything clearly.

"Your Highness must give acupuncture to have a chance of getting better!" Qiu Dali rushed over and struck Song Qingchen's neck with a palm.

After a burst of numbness, Song Qingchen lost consciousness and passed out.

There was an itch on the back of his hand, and Song Qingchen woke up in a daze.

There was a person sitting by the bed, and he didn't speak when he woke up.It's just that the face is facing the bed, as if looking at him.

In the past two days, Song Qingchen has been able to exert some strength in his right hand.He rubbed the hand holding him a little, and it was indeed wrapped in gauze.

"Don't talk when you come." Song Qingchen looked at the shadow and smiled.

"I just want to try." Today's He Yuan seemed not very interested, "to see if you...recognize me as His Majesty." His voice was muffled, and his tone was less joyful.

Song Qingchen wondered, "How could that be?"

What happened to the original owner, he didn't know.But he himself will not admit his mistake.Song Qingchen held his hand firmly, and comforted him, "What are you doing so stupid?"

The other party was silent for a while, then whispered: "Your Majesty...he knows you very well. Although he has a lot of things to do every day, he remembers all your preferences and habits clearly."

Song Qingchen also fell silent after listening.

"Including your usual clothes and accessories, His Majesty can tell you everything. It's just that His Majesty told me that not long after I returned to Beijing, you seem to have changed."

Song Qingchen secretly smiled bitterly——

Be confident and remove the word "like".

This dinner, He Yuan ate very silently.I don't know what else the emperor said to him, but I just feel that his mood is not as usual.Song Qingchen wanted to say something more, but after thinking for a while, he asked him to leave the palace first.I have some things to talk about with the emperor.

To untie the bell, the person who tied it had to be found. If not the emperor, who should we turn to.

Song Qingchen called a little eunuch, and said he had something important to see His Majesty, and asked him to pass it on.

After a long time, the emperor rushed back from the outside, his feet were in a hurry, he didn't know what he was busy with just now.

Song Qingchen looked at the silhouette in front of the bed, before he could speak, the other party brought a cup of tea.This tea is full of fragrance...

But Song Qingchen was completely unfamiliar with it.

Perhaps seeing the expression on Song Qingchen's face, the emperor chuckled and said, "After you fell off the horse that day, you really hit your head and forgot a lot of things."

Falling?

Song Qingchen didn't know how to answer for a while, so he simply kept silent.

"This tea was your favorite in the past. For many years, every time you smelled the aroma, you would always say 'the whole body is refreshing', but today... you have no response. In the past, the official fan you loved the most, but later I don’t see you taking it with you. There are still many habits... You really forgot a lot of things.”

The emperor still handed him the tea, and continued: "After that day, you neither hate me nor care about me. I don't know whether to be happy or sad."

hatred?

It was certain that the original owner hated him, but where did he start caring?

There was a long silence in the room.

After an unknown amount of time, the emperor suddenly became excited: "You are so relaxed, you forgot everything... I am so envious of you!"

In the blur, he seemed to be grasping the brocade quilt covering his legs with force, and the corners in the distance seemed to move slightly with this force.

……

"...Brother, you must pay attention to the dragon's body."

Song Qingchen was so startled that his heart stopped beating!

He didn't say that!It just blurted out out of nowhere!

What's going on, the obsession of the original owner? !It turned out... What made Song Qingchen even more frightened was that he couldn't control it, and suddenly burst into two lines of tears.

The inexplicable hurt in my heart, everything happened involuntarily.

"...Brother?" Song Qingchen's gaze was originally chaotic, but at this moment, it suddenly dissipated like a cloud.

...and he regained his sight!

"elder brother……"

He can see!It's so clear!The emperor was clutching his brocade quilt, suppressing his sobs...

The emperor obviously didn't know that he had recovered his eyesight.It seemed that he was worried that he would hear, so he didn't dare to make any fragile sound, and sat aside trembling slightly.

Suddenly, I remembered that in the original book, after the death of King Jing, the emperor sat in a bridge in Prince Jing's mansion.

Song Qingchen couldn't remember what kind of description it was.I just remember such a scene.I didn't understand it at the time, but felt that the emperor's temperament was capricious and difficult to understand.

It's better...still pretending to be blurry.

The emperor sat like this for a long time before raising his head, eyes still full of surprise.It's just that the voice has stabilized, nodded and said:

"My brother loves me."

This should be the answer to the above sentence, telling him to be careful.

Song Qingchen looked at the emperor's eyes helplessly, and couldn't help but say:

"How thin is my brother?"

Gradually, Song Qingchen felt as if his soul had been stripped from this body, and he was quietly floating aside, watching the communication between the two of them.

"Song Qingchen" said again: "Brother, you should love yourself."

……

"Song Qingchen" had a warm smile on his face at the moment, as warm as the spring breeze in March.This language is not like the usual spoken language, it seems to be the last words of one party on his deathbed.

Strangely, the emperor didn't feel that Song Qingchen remembered something.She only looked at him with empty eyes, and nodded slightly.

"Song Qingchen" suddenly picked up the teacup on the bedside, took a sip slowly, and said: "It really feels refreshing all over, I miss my brother very much."

The emperor got up suddenly as if waking up from a dream, and hurried to the table to fetch the teapot.Just as he turned around, Song Qingchen was suddenly taken away by a strong suction force.

—he was back in this body again.

The line of sight returned to chaos and blur.

When he was thinking about how he should imitate the original owner, the emperor looked at his bewildered expression, and suddenly said:

"Qing Chen... is gone."

The Nine-Five Lord still held a teapot in his hand.Song Qingchen squinted his blurred vision and looked hard.

I thought that the teapot should be gilt and inlaid with silver, no matter how bad it is, it must be a treasure of a famous kiln.

But the teapot seemed to be very old, the color was extremely dull, and it was unknown what kind of material it was made of.Like ordinary iron and aluminum.

... Strange.

Song Qingchen secretly said.

The emperor smiled as if mocking himself, slowly put down the teapot, walked over and sat down again.

He just sat quietly, his eyes didn't seem to fall on the bed, but looked out of the door in the distance.

After a long time, the emperor said slowly: "I promise you, let you go to Shuobei."

Song Qingchen looked at him in surprise, with a puzzled expression on his face.

"It's just that I have one last condition."

The emperor took a deep breath and said:

"Until you recover, you have to stay in this bedroom. Zhen will come over every day...you can have dinner with me."

Song Qingchen nodded silently.

He finally understood—whose former residence was this place.