After I died, the sickly prince turned black

"parking!"

There was still a street away from Zhongyihou's Mansion, You Ziqing stopped the carriage.

The coachman opened the curtain and poked his head in: "My lord, it's not here yet, you have to turn this street to find the Marquis of Zhongyi."

"It's okay." You Ziqing said, "We'll just play here."

Seeing that he persisted, the coachman stopped the carriage without further words.

When the carriage came to a complete stop, You Ziqing stood up slowly, covering his wound.

"Hey, slow down!" You Zimo hurriedly got up and supported You Ziqing's arm, and asked uncomfortably: "It's not close to walk, can you do it?"

"Yes." You Ziqing stepped out of the carriage with You Zimo's support: "My family doesn't know that I was injured when I came out. If I look at the carriage in the Prince's Mansion, I will definitely become suspicious. Let's go."

You Zimo shook his head: "Then I will help you to order, and you can go by yourself when you arrive later."

"Yes." You Ziqing nodded, "Thank you, Second Brother."

You Zimo said: "Why are you being polite to me?"

When they went back, their father and elder brother were not there, which made both brothers heave a sigh of relief.

"You rest at ease, I will help you hide it from my father and brother, and try to stop them from coming over."

You Zimo helped You Ziqing onto the bed: "I'm going out first, you should have a good rest."

When You Zimo left, You Ziqing closed his eyes but did not feel sleepy, his mind was full of the absurdity of these days.The most profound thing was actually the last kiss with Zhao Zhen.

"What do I want to do with this..."

You Ziqing shook his head, and drove that charming and warm picture out of his mind.

creak-

When the door opened, You Ziqing thought it was Liu Cui who came in, but when she turned her head and saw it was Jiu'er, she hurriedly sat up.

"Jiu'er, you, how is your injury? Yes, but is it okay?"

Jiu'er's eyes turned red, and she hurriedly stepped forward to help You Ziqing to lie down.

"Okay, okay, Jiu'er is just a skin injury, it's not a problem, it's already recovered." Jiu'er looked at You Ziqing, who was pale and obviously weak, and said with a sob: "It's the third young master, you suffered, it's all Jiuer Useless, failed to protect you."

You Ziqing understood, smiled and asked, "Second brother told you?"

"The second young master said that you were injured..."

"It's just a small injury." You Ziqing took a rest and took Jiu'er's hand: "I'm relieved that you're fine, I'm a little tired, I'll go to sleep first."

"Young master, go to sleep when you're tired. Jiu'er is here to watch the young master." Jiu'er pulled the quilt for You Ziqing, but paused when she saw the dark marks on his collarbone, and there was nothing strange on her face. Didn't show up.

After such a few days, the traces have actually faded a bit. Jiu'er was not sure if it was what he thought. It was not until You Ziqing fell asleep that he secretly pulled his master's collar to look, but he was stunned by the traces all over the place. My eyes hurt.

He only thought that his own work did not harm the master and suffered a crime, and he blamed himself endlessly.

Jiu'er stood in front of the bed for a long time before leaving the room wiping away her tears.

Perhaps because of excessive blood loss and weakness, You Ziqing has been drowsy and sleepy extravagantly.

But it was okay during the day, but at night, I couldn't sleep well, and there were always ghosts pressing the bed.

Several times when I was half asleep and half awake, I even saw a figure standing on the bedside, but I wanted to shout but couldn't move.

This feeling that the body is not controlled by the brain is too bad, making You Ziqing always feel tired no matter how much he sleeps.

Thinking it was caused by sleeping too much during the day, in order to improve this state, he had to cheer up during the day to prevent himself from falling asleep.

"Young Master, won't you go to bed today?" Jiu'er wondered when seeing You Ziqing drank the medicine and didn't lie down to sleep as usual, but sat on the bedside with a book and read.

"If you sleep too much, you'll be tired. Don't sleep anymore." You Ziqing said, "Go and do your work, don't worry about me."

"Yes." Jiu'er took the medicine bowl and retreated.

After Jiu'er went out, You Ziqing pinched the center of her brows, and almost fell asleep several times, but he endured them all.

In this way, it is indeed easier to sleep at night, but in the first half of the night and the second half of the night, the situation of ghosts pressing the bed reappeared.

You Ziqing tried hard to open his eyes, and sure enough, he saw that figure again. He always felt that the figure was very similar to Zhao Zhen, but he couldn't see his face clearly.

"Who are you?" You Ziqing asked in her heart.

Naturally, there was no response.

You Ziqing struggled to see clearly, but the man stood motionless in the shadow like every time he appeared before, just watching quietly until he disappeared little by little.

When the figure of the man disappeared completely, You Ziqing woke up completely, and found that it was already bright outside the window, and it was another new day.

Not sleeping during the day, and not sleeping well all night because of the nightmare, You Ziqing became more and more depressed, and even had dark circles under his eyes.

Looking at it, Jiu'er felt distressed: "Master, can't you sleep well at night?"

"Yeah." You Ziqing leaned against the head of the bed and closed his eyes to rest: "I don't know why, these days I've been haunted at night."

"Did you have a nightmare?" Jiu'er asked.

You Ziqing shook his head: "At night, I always see a man standing in front of my bed. Every time he appears, I will be paralyzed. I am conscious, but my body is stiff and uncontrollable."

"This..." Jiu'er's face changed slightly: "Has it been like this for the past few nights?"

You Ziqing nodded.

Jiu'er thought to himself: No matter how it sounds, it sounds like the legendary ghost pressing the bed. Could it be that the young master has fallen into evil?

Thinking of this, Jiu'er thought of something, and said: "I heard that Mrs. Gai Ming'er is going to offer incense and pray for blessings at Qing'an Temple. The young master might as well go to worship and get some incense, maybe it will be better."

You Ziqing thinks about it too: "Then you go to grandma and let me know, and then go get ready."

After all, the old lady didn't like his grandson, even if she agreed to him to follow, she would not be happy to see him obstructing her eyes, so everything had to be prepared separately.

Because he knew that even if he didn't sleep during the day, he would still be haunted at night, so You Ziqing didn't insist on that day, and slept soundly all day, and that thing came again at night.

I thought the thing was standing in the shadows until it disappeared this time, but the other party came over and sat down beside the bed.

This time he showed his face, but his facial features were covered by a white leather mask, which looked like a grimace, and he was startled when he saw it.

Fortunately, You Ziqing was an evil ghost himself, so he was not frightened, but rather curious.

However, the thing sat there motionless and did not speak, and when it disappeared again, it was already the next day.

Knowing that the old lady couldn't wait for him, You Ziqing packed up and took Jiu'er to the gate, just in time for the old lady to be helped into the carriage by You Yuqiong.

You Ziqing went up to salute, "Grandson pays respects to grandmother."

The old lady ignored her and pretended not to notice, without pausing for a moment, she got into the carriage directly.

You Ziqing looked up and met You Yuqiong's proud and contemptuous eyes.

"You still let grandma wait for you, you are really a big shelf!"