After I died, the sickly prince turned black

The injury on You Ziqing's arm was not serious, and it would heal within a few days, but he was bedridden so much that he doubted his life.At one time, it was suspected that it was not the arm that was injured, but the leg was useless.

After a few days of Spring Hunting, You Ziqing never left Zhao Zhen's tent, and every time he wanted to go out, he would be stopped by the guards.It sounds nice to let him recuperate, but in fact it is similar to guarding prisoners.

You Ziqing was on fire in his heart, but he owed Zhao Zhen a lot, and he couldn't help but lose confidence when facing each other.

And the more he came into contact with Zhao Zhen, the more uncertain his temperament became, the more frightened he became.

"His Royal Highness."

You Ziqing was staring at the top of the tent in a daze, but when she heard Zhao Zhen came back, she quickly closed her eyes and pretended to be asleep.

He pretended to be calm, but the footsteps sounded like they were stepping on his heart, making him hold his breath subconsciously.

The side of the bed sank, and You Ziqing could feel Zhao Zhen sitting down beside the bed.The sight fell on his face, making his scalp numb.

"Ah……"

Zhao Zhen sneered, and You Ziqing had a bad feeling.

really……

With a heavy weight on his body, the opponent actually pressed down.

Not only did You Ziqing hold his breath, but his eyelids trembled uncontrollably due to nervousness.

This……

I can't put it on anymore!

"Still pretending?" Zhao Zhen pressed his fingertips on one of You Ziqing's eyelids, and his tone was half playful and seven points harsh.

You Ziqing: "..."

Sighing, You Ziqing opened his eyes and turned his head slightly to avoid the embarrassment of staring at each other at close range.

Unexpectedly, this action made Zhao Zhen's face darken, he pinched his cheek and turned his head back, his eyes met, You Ziqing's heart constricted suddenly when he saw those familiar deep eyes.

"His Royal Highness..."

You Ziqing swallowed hard, the rest of the words were choked in his throat, and he stared at Zhao Zhen with a look of shock.

Not an illusion!

It's these eyes...

When he was deposed by calculation, when he was imprisoned, when he drank poisonous wine...

No matter how many times Midnight dreamed about this pair of eyes, You Ziqing never saw through them, but every time it made him palpitate, he either became angry from embarrassment or fled in despair.

Wouldn't it be so coincidental?

It's unbelievable enough to be reborn by yourself, so is Zhao Zhen?

If so, then there would be an explanation for all of Zhao Zhen's anomalies.

In the previous life, Zhao Zhenyou Ziqing of this age didn't have much contact with him, but he could tell that although the other party was unsmiling, he was decent and dignified, and definitely not his current temperament.

You Ziqing pursed his lips, and after a long while managed to force out a sentence: "You... must hate me very much, right?"

How can you not hate?

As the right-hand man of the sixth prince, he and Zhao Zhen are nothing more than deadly enemies. Although they have different positions, they really have a deep hatred across the sea of ​​blood.

However, Zhao Zhen's reaction was unexpected, he was taken aback for a moment, and then laughed.

The light smile without any shadows made the other party's baby-fat face reveal milky air for no reason, bright and... But, cute?

You Ziqing felt that he was probably crazy, otherwise why would he have such an outrageous illusion.

Sure enough, the next moment, the corner of Zhao Zhen's mouth twitched, and his eyes turned into those bottomless eyes again.

"Hate you?" Zhao Zhen carelessly opened the collar of You Ziqing's right collar, revealing the scabbed teeth marks on his shoulder: "Why?"

You Ziqing: "..."

Why?

Can You Ziqing tell the truth before confirming that the other party is reborn like himself?

Of course not!

It's not that I'm tired of living...

You Ziqing shrank back under the quilt: "Your Highness, can you stop staring, it makes me... my shoulder hurts."

"Really?" Zhao Zhen's expression was gloomy: "This is not like you You Ziqing at all!"

In one sentence, the alarm bells in You Ziqing's heart rang again.

Just when You Ziqing was trying to see something from Zhao Zhen's face, the other party closed his collar for him and turned his head.

"The sixth brother is outside, do you want to see?" Zhao Zhen said lightly, with no expression on his face, but You Ziqing could hear a hint of threat.

He couldn't help but glanced at Zhao Zhen, but the other party looked straight at him.

"Huh?" Zhao Zhen raised his eyebrows.

You Ziqing lowered his eyes: "I don't see you."

It had nothing to do with Zhao Zhen's threat, but he just didn't want to see him, but Zhao Zhen's eyes lit up because of this, and You Ziqing was slightly taken aback by his smile that suddenly cleared up after the rain.

At this moment, the boy is sometimes old and dull, and sometimes he is calm and gloomy...

It seems that it is really, mentally abnormal.

A dignified prince, but suffering from mental illness, is a big taboo.

Zhao Zhen was in a good mood, and didn't notice that You Ziqing was looking at him wrongly, so he tucked up the corner of the quilt thoughtfully, got up and walked out.

Not knowing at all, You Ziqing was watching his back worryingly, hesitating whether to remind the other party to find a doctor, and how to remind the other party so as not to make the other party angry.

After refusing to see Zhao Ji that day, Zhao Ji didn't show up again for two consecutive days, until the end of the spring hunting and he set off to return to Beijing, only then did he catch a glimpse in front of the carriage in the Prince's Mansion.

"Come up soon?"

Hearing Zhao Zhen's urging voice, You Ziqing withdrew his gaze, but just as he was about to go up, he was stopped by the loyal Hou Youyuan who came over.

"Ziqing." Hou Zhongyi glanced at the third son of the continuation, then turned to look at Zhao Zhen, and bowed: "The old minister has seen His Royal Highness the Crown Prince."

Zhao Zhen nodded.

"You have nothing to do, kid, I've been bothering you for the past few days..."

"Loyalty Hou speaks seriously." Zhao Zhen glanced at You Ziqing, who lowered his head and looked unclear, with his usual noble and indifferent attitude: "Your son was injured for the orphan, and he was left alone to recuperate. Why are you bothering about it?"

"What the prince said is that the old minister made a slip of the tongue." Hou Zhongyi paused: "But since the boy's injury is no longer a problem, then let's not bother the prince. The old minister will take him..."

"Oh, I'm afraid it won't work." Zhao Zhen raised his eyebrows: "Gu and your son hit it off right away, and I just invited him to live in the prince's mansion for a while, so the Marquis of Zhongyi won't give Gu such a bad face, right?"

Hou Zhongyi: "..."

Is this the attitude of inviting people to be guests?

If you hadn't seen that You Ziqing was a little fatter than before, Hou Zhongyi would have suspected that his son was put under house arrest by the crown prince.

He glanced worriedly at You Ziqing who lowered his head and didn't know what he was thinking, and sighed.

"The old minister is terrified." Hou Zhongyi cupped his hands: "It's the boy's good fortune that His Royal Highness is inviting you so kindly, that is, it will cause His Highness trouble."

"It's okay." After Zhao Zhen finished speaking, he lowered the window covering.

In this way, Hou Zhongyi didn't want to talk nonsense anymore, so he had to wink at You Ziqing.

You Ziqing gave his father a reassuring look, and got into the prince's carriage with the help of the servant.

In the distance, Zhao Ji had a panoramic view of this scene, his eyes were cold and expressionless.

"What is the sixth brother looking at?" The third prince waved his folding fan and moved closer to Zhao Ji, and glanced at the prince: "Oh, isn't that the third son You? The third brother is still wondering that you two have been inseparable for the past few days. Why didn't I see him. It turned out that he went to the prince's place?"

Zhao Ji glanced at the third prince coldly, ignored him, and got into the carriage with a flick of his sleeves.

Being thrown off face, the Third Prince's eyes flashed with disdain, he snorted coldly, then turned around and got into the carriage of the Third Prince's Mansion, but he was in a very good mood.