After I died, the sickly prince turned black

"Why are you looking at me like that?" Zhao Zhen's face was full of joy, and when he saw You Ziqing's slightly frowning brows, he gradually retracted: "Why are you frowning, aren't you happy for me?"

Sudden change of self-proclaimed, You Ziqing knew that it was his emotions that poked Zhao Zhen's sensitive nerves again.

"Of course I'm happy, congratulations Your Highness." You Ziqing stroked his hair, paused before saying, "Well, I should go back."

Upon hearing this, Zhao Zhen's eyes darkened, and his face turned cold.

"I haven't returned all night, I always have to go back, and I'll come back later." You Ziqing thought for a while: "Although the crown prince has been deposed, His Highness can be decadent for two days, and you must not let it go. Not fighting or grabbing is not doing nothing , the matter of loyalty to the emperor is to share the worries of the emperor, but sincerity and filial piety must always be seen by others."

Zhao Zhen looked at You Ziqing and said nothing.

"Do practical things, accumulate achievements, and win the hearts of the people." You Ziqing smiled: "So what if the fight is bloody now, in this world, after all, the able will live, but any wise king will not want to work hard to govern himself Hand over the country to a waste that can only kill each other."

Zhao Zhen wanted to ask You Ziqing if he had planned for Zhao Ji in the same way in his previous life, but he swallowed the words again, and just stepped forward to hug You Ziqing.

"What's wrong?" You Ziqing was taken aback by his embrace.

"At least I'm now in a decadent time." Zhao Zhen asked irrelevantly: "Qing'er, do you mean that it's okay for me to mess around a little these two days?"

With a cry of "Qing'er", You Ziqing shivered from the cold.

"Your Highness, please call me Ziqing." You Ziqing respected and thanked you, and even wondered if Zhao Zhen had taken too much medicine before and his brain was broken.

"You haven't answered me yet." Zhao Zhen persisted in that question.

You Ziqing sighed: "What nonsense does Your Highness want?"

"I'll go find you at night." Zhao Zhen pressed against his ear, and said in an ambiguous tone.

You Ziqing: "..."

"Huh?" Without You Ziqing's response, Zhao Zhen raised his eyebrows.

You Ziqing lowered her eyes, and it took a while before she responded, "Okay."

"Let Hu Chang prepare the carriage to take you back." Zhao Zhen let go of You Ziqing and said.

You Ziqing still nodded, "Okay."

"But there's no rush to go back, I'll go back after breakfast." Seeing that You Ziqing's hair was still loose, Zhao Zhen took him to the dressing table and sat down: "Come on, I'll help you crown your hair. "

Zhao Zhen, who suddenly became gentle, failed to make You Ziqing relax, but the weirdness in his heart became more and more intense.

He raised his eyes to look at Zhao Zhen from the bronze mirror, and saw that his eyes were drooping, and the corner of his mouth was smiling, but he was obviously in a trance.

You Ziqing finally knew what was wrong with Zhao Zhen. Compared with yesterday's madness, the current him is completely fake.He was pretending, trying to pretend to be a normal person, just like You Ziqing.

"Okay." Zhao Zhen put down the comb, and straightened You Ziqing's crown with both hands: "The comb is not very good, but if you practice a few times, you will definitely be able to comb it well. Don't dislike it."

"It's well combed." You Ziqing smiled and looked at Zhao Zhen in the mirror: "I like it very much."

After breakfast, You Ziqing was sent by Hu Chang to the carriage back to the Marquis Mansion.

"Eunuch Hu." Before the carriage started, You Ziqing opened the curtain and called Hu Chang.

"What's your order?" Hu Chang asked respectfully.

You Ziqing glanced at the gate of the current palace: "Two days ago, why did Your Highness suddenly drink too much?"

"The slave doesn't know either." Hu Chang frowned, and thought about it carefully: "However, shortly after the son left, His Highness went out and came back very late."

"How did he look when he came back?" You Ziqing asked.

"His Royal Highness woke up from a fall a year ago, and he seemed to be a different person. He was serious and cold, and whether he was happy or not, the servants would not have noticed it if he hadn't been overly emotional."

Hu Chang suddenly remembered something: "By the way, when His Highness came back that day, he went to the ancestral hall to stay for half the night, and when he came out..."

You Ziqing nodded and lowered the curtain.

Thinking of what Zhao Zhen said about drinking and crying yesterday, You Ziqing felt that he probably heard what he said to his second brother that day.

He never dreamed that Zhao Zhen would have such thoughts about him.

Ever since he was reborn, Zhao Zhen wanted to trample him into the mud with all kinds of humiliation. Even every time he asked for his body, he vented his hatred. Now...

Is it a long time love?

As soon as this idea came up, those lingering and absurd images flashed in my mind.

You Ziqing "..."

"My lord, the Hou's Mansion is here!"

The coachman's voice sounded, and You Ziqing realized that the carriage had stopped, and immediately put away the yellow waste in his head, got up and got out of the carriage.

As soon as he entered the door, he bumped into You Zimo who was about to go out.

"Second brother is going out?" You Ziqing stopped and asked.

"Yeah." You Zimo looked at You Ziqing: "Too...how is King Ning?"

"It's okay." You Ziqing said.

You Zimo glanced sharply at the hickey on his neckline, and frowned.Just as she was about to speak, You Ziqing gathered her clothes uncomfortably, and the words she wanted to say were choked in her throat.

"Well...Second brother, I'll go back first." You Ziqing said and was about to leave.

"By the way!" You Zimo suddenly thought of something: "I heard that Song Yuner was carried into the Sixth Prince's Mansion yesterday, but as a concubine."

"En." You Ziqing hooked the corner of his mouth, answered and left.

You Zimo turned around and looked at You Ziqing's back, shook his head, then turned and went out.

Back at Zhuoxuanju, You Ziqing took a simple shower, and then went to bed and lay down.

He was too hard last night, not only was he physically tired, but he also had a fever. Thinking that Zhao Zhen would come over at night, he just... so tight.

"Young Master, are you alright?" Jiu'er was very worried when he saw that he came back from a trip, as if he had been sucked dry by a goblin.

You Ziqing closed her eyes: "It's okay, you go out, I'll sleep for a while."

You must recharge your batteries, or you may not be able to stand it at night.

However, this sleep lasted from morning to night, and when he woke up, he was shocked to see a figure sitting by the bed, and he recognized Zhao Zhen only after he collected himself.

"Your Highness is coming?" You Ziqing wanted to sit up, but found that he had no strength, and the room smelled of Chinese medicine, and his mouth was bitter.

"Yeah." Zhao Zhen supported You Ziqing: "You're still sick, the fever hasn't subsided after just taking the medicine, don't get up, just lie down."

"When did His Highness arrive?" You Ziqing did not lie down, but insisted on sitting up.

"When Jiu'er fed you the medicine." Zhao Zhen got up and went to light the candle, and looked into You Ziqing's eyes when he came back: "You couldn't feed the medicine while you were asleep, I fed you mouth to mouth. "

You Ziqing: "..."

"By the way, this is for you." After Zhao Zhen finished speaking, he took out something from his sleeve, held it in his palm and handed it to You Ziqing.