It was night, and it was raining heavily.

The dripping raindrops fell on the bluestone slabs, making the otherwise silent night a little noisy.

After a while, the husband beat the third drum, and the rain was still falling.

In stark contrast to this silent night, at this moment, in Prime Minister Zuo's mansion, it was a mess, with people coming and going, walking through the rain in a suit of clothes, and their footsteps were hurried.

A small man with an umbrella led several old men with medicine boxes to the courtyard from outside the courtyard quickly, the rain almost soaked their whole bodies, but they didn't have time to care, they quickly stepped up the steps, wet boots left a few clearly recognizable marks on the bluestone steps.

Seeing them coming, the eyes of the young man who had been standing at the door lit up, and he hurriedly saluted, and then led them into the room.

In the candle-lit inner room, there sat a middle-aged man with a stern face, his brows furrowed, his eyes staring closely at the young man on the bed, and the look in his eyes was indistinguishable.

Hearing the sound of footsteps, he retracted his gaze and turned his head, and after seeing the people coming, he nodded to them expressionlessly, paused, and said, "Please, the imperial doctors." There seemed to be a hint of concern in his tone.

"The prime minister is serious." Several old men looked solemn, they bent down slightly, and said to the middle-aged man: "We should do our best." As soon as the words fell, they were already walking towards the bed.

These old men are all imperial doctors in the palace, and the middle-aged man is Mu Jiyan, the left prime minister of Dayan, and he is an official residence.

As time passed little by little, seeing that the young man on the bed still did not improve, the round face of the young man who led the way for the imperial doctor just now was directly wrinkled into a bun, he clenched his hands, bit his lip lightly with his teeth, and muttered to himself: "Gongzi Jiren has his own natural appearance, please God bless ......"

Time is still passing slowly.

Finally, when the fifth drum sounded, the young man on the bed moved, let out a moan, and then quickly spat out a large mouthful of black poisonous blood.

Seeing this scene, Mu Jiyan's face finally eased.

******

Mu Ziling opened his eyes sweating profusely, his spirit was still a little trance, he stared at the carved bed top for a while, and then sat up suddenly.

He looked down at his hands, then raised them again, and tried to touch his face, so that even his breath became rapid...... It's not illusory and transparent, it's warm, it's real.

He's obviously dead, but ......

pinched himself tentatively, Mu Ziling found that it would hurt, and repeatedly determined that it was the same result many times...... After a long time, he finally stopped doubting, and then, he breathed a long sigh of relief, and the corners of his mouth turned upward, revealing a faint smile.

It's good that he's alive again.

Thinking of this, his body was as if he had unloaded his strength, and he relaxed and lay back on the bed again, Mu Ziling looked at the top of the bed in a daze, his eyes were deep, like a cold pool, without a trace of light.

Suddenly, he seemed to be back in the cell where he had been imprisoned.

There, his body was chained to the stone wall, unable to resist, and someone came up to him with a smirk and a glass of wine, after which his mouth was forcefully broken, and the glass of wine was rudely poured into his mouth, forcing him to swallow.

The wine was very bitter and astringent.

Soon, the effects of the poisoned wine were at work, and before his vision darkened and his consciousness faded, he saw the man who had been standing in the shadows, revealing his true face and smirking at him.

It took a long time for Mu Ziling to come back to his senses from his trance, he closed his eyes and turned his head, the broken hair on his forehead covered his expression, his hands clutched the corners tightly, and the green tendons on the back of his pale hands bulged - it seemed that only in this way could he hold back the monstrous hatred that was about to explode in his heart.

Just then, there was a creak at the door, followed by the sound of deliberately lightened footsteps, and someone entered.

Suddenly opened his eyes, and after Mu Ziling saw who was coming, he reined in the vigilance hidden in his eyes.

The person who came was the young man who led the way for the imperial doctor yesterday, about fifteen or sixteen years old, his eyes were smart, and his round face was also very cute, which would always make people feel good.

At this moment, the young man saw Mu Ziling lying on the bed unexpectedly opened his eyes, his round eyes flashed twice, and the next moment, he screamed and cried and threw himself on the bed.

"Childe, you're finally awake!" The young man's face was full of surprise, and he stammered, "Ah Lin thought, Ah Lin thought it was ......" The latter words were not finished, and the young man shed tears again.

Mu Ziling turned his head and quietly looked at the young man who was laughing and crying in front of his bed, a trace of warmth floated in his eyes, "Ah Lin......" Xu was just awake, his voice was hoarse.

When the young man heard his name, he quickly wiped his face and stood up, and asked worriedly, "Childe, is there anything uncomfortable?" Wait a minute, and I'll go tell you. With that, he got up and left.

"Ah Lin and slowly, my body is fine." Mu Ziling opened his mouth to stop him, and then coughed twice, his voice was a little low, very weak, "Now, what year and month is it?" ”

Ah Lin stood in place, hearing this, the worry on his face was even worse, he took a step forward and replied: "Childe, today is the sixth day of the fourth month, and you have been in a coma for three days. ”

Mu Ziling remembered that he had been seriously ill several times, but he couldn't remember the specific time and couldn't sit down, so he then asked, "Why am I in a coma?" ”

"Have you forgotten?" While speaking, Ah Lin's eyes turned red again: "Three days ago, you went back to your room to read after dinner as usual, but you didn't expect that after seeing a stick of incense, the son suddenly vomited a mouthful of blood and fainted, and he was ......"

"Okay," blinking a little tiredly, Mu Ziling spoke, and then waved his hand at Ah Lin, and said softly, "I'm tired, you can go." He already knew what year it was.

That time he really died nine times, if it weren't for his fate, he ate a kind of food that was compatible with the poison and medicine at dinner, otherwise even if there were several imperial doctors to treat him, he would not be able to recover from heaven.

Ah Lin looked up at his son-in-law's pale and weak appearance, bit his lip lightly, bowed respectfully, and quietly withdrew.

After Ah Lin left, there was no one else in the house, Mu Ziling clenched his hands, his nails sunk into his flesh, and laughed silently.

This time......

This time!

The sky has eyes, and it actually let him go back to this time, back to half a month ago when His Majesty decreed to marry him.

一qiē...... It's still too late!

This time, he will definitely not be willful again, vainly trying to resist the decree and refuse to marry with his own strength, and if the decree comes, he will agree to marry.

It is already a gift from God to be able to live a new life, even if it is to marry another man as a man.

As for Xu, his stepmother Xu, he will never be like in the previous life, deceived by her superficial gentleness and kindness, stupidly let her play between applause, credulously believe her rhetoric, cocoon himself, and finally put himself to death.

Since he has God's mercy and lives again, then he has to go to the Xu family, ask her for justice, and ask her well, what did he have no intention of fighting for, why did he want to kill him several times?

- If he hadn't learned before he died that he had almost entered the ghost gate several times, all of which were done by the Xu family, he wouldn't have known how good his stepmother was and ruthless.

And how long have he and his father been deceived by this person.

******

In the blink of an eye, Mu Ziling was reborn, and half a month had passed.

During this period of time, the imperial doctor removed the poison for Mu Ziling three more times, and finally eliminated all the remaining toxins in his body.

It's just that although the toxins in the body have been cleared, the body that has been poisoned by this poison has not been able to recover so quickly, not to mention that Mu Ziling was not full-term when he was born, and his body is not as good as ordinary people, and after this incident, his physique is even worse.

Lingering on the sickbed for half a month, Mu Ziling felt that his bones were about to lie down, it happened that the weather was clear on this day, he looked at the warm sunshine outside the window, got up and got out of bed, took the coat on the screen, draped it on his body, pushed open the door and walked out.

"Childe, why are you up, the Imperial Doctor told you to recuperate." Ah Lin, who came in from the arch with the medicine, saw Mu Ziling standing at the door, hurriedly stepped forward, handed the bowl to the waiter on the side, and then trotted over to support Mu Ziling.

"It's okay, it's just lying down for too long, wanting to go out for a walk and bask in the sun." Mu Ziling looked at the medicine in the hand of the waiter on the side, and then said, "It's time to take the medicine...... Bring the medicine. ”

Helping Mu Ziling to the stone table and sitting down, Ah Lin took the medicine bowl from the little waiter and handed it to Mu Ziling.

Mu Ziling raised his head and drank all the medicine in the bowl.

Ah Lin took out a packet of candied fruit, sent it to Mu Ziling's eyes, blinked, and said like a treasure: "Childe, this medicine is bitter, after drinking it, eat another candied fruit, you can get rid of the bitter taste in your mouth." He remembered that his son-in-law was the most afraid of hardship since he was a child.

Mu Ziling smiled, but did not reach out to take the candied fruit, but pushed away Ah Lin's hand and shook his head: "No need, this medicine is not bitter." No matter how bitter it is, it can't be bitter about the cup of poisonous wine in prison, and it can't be bitter for the hatred and resentment in his heart.

Looking at the son standing in front of him in a daze, Ah Lin was a little dazed, this medicine was boiled by his own hands, and he could smell the smell during the boiling process, and when the smell entered his nose, he already felt miserable...... This medicine is obviously very bitter, but why does the son say that it is not bitter?

Without paying any more attention to Ah Lin's expression, Mu Ziling raised his eyes and looked out of the arch with an indifferent expression.

Suddenly, a woman walked in with five or six attendants.

The woman looks very old, well-maintained, she is dressed in a delicately made robe, wearing a purple hairpin, a long ribbon is not in the skirt, her eyebrows and eyes are picturesque, and the corners of her mouth are smiling, when she sees Mu Ziling sitting at the stone table, a worried look quickly appeared in her eyes, and her steps are a little anxious.