sir he is sweet

The two followed Qi Zhao all the way forward, avoided crowded places, and finally stopped at a remote shore.

The man in front of him was thin and tall, his black hair was tied up and tied with a jade crown, he was as meticulous as ever, not even a single strand of his hair was exposed.

Inexplicably, Murong Sheng felt that the jade crown was a bit old and looked familiar.

Just as he was thinking about it, the man turned around, his face was so pale and familiar that it was frighteningly familiar, revealing a hint of weakness.

"Seven princes."

He opened his lips lightly, his eyes were clear: "The middle palace was preparing a banquet, and the Seventh Prince got sick halfway and sneaked out. If he was caught by the officials, he would definitely take a hard look at the book."

It's not pleasant at first.

Murong Sheng choked, and suddenly smiled, "As long as Mister doesn't say anything, I can find a way to stop those people's mouths."

The man appears to be ill.

He was wearing extremely thick clothes, and it was already a slightly warm early spring. Although it was cold at night, he didn't wear a cloak with fur edges.

Even so, he still coughed from time to time.

Fu Yi was afraid, and kept hiding behind Murong Sheng, looking out secretly.

"A Sheng..."

Murong Sheng turned his head.

The girl clung to his ear and whispered to him: "A Sheng, that man... is dying of illness."

Murong Sheng turned his head in surprise, his voice suddenly raised: "What did you say?"

What sickness is dying?

It's just that she lost a little weight, and her face turned pale. How could she be... so sick that she was about to die?

"A Sheng, don't believe me."

The girl pursed her lips, and immediately became annoyed when she was questioned like this, "That man must have used some kind of tiger and wolf medicine for being so strong."

Like thunder on the ground, Murong Sheng was almost speechless.

This person... is this person dying of illness?

There is no doubt about Fuyi's medical skills, this girl's unique talent has long been envied by countless people, and she will never say anything out of tune.

During the gap between the two of them whispering, Qi Zhao looked at them lightly.

He's taller and stronger.

His breath is very steady, his steps are light when he walks, his foundation is very good, and half of the internal strength he gave him back then was not wasted.

His temperament is quite calm, and after a lot of experience, after returning, he can be regarded as calm in the face of inquiries from all directions.

Thinking about it this way, Qi Zhao felt barely satisfied.

It’s just the girl with me——

He frowned, subconsciously feeling displeased.

Together with the depressed mood, there was a vague feeling of suffocation in the chest, Qi Zhao lowered his eyes, swallowed half of the fishy sweetness, stabilized his voice, and just said: "Your Majesty has been dreaming a lot recently, and I have some nostalgic thoughts. The female official sent over looks very similar to the former empress when she was young, and His Majesty may not be able to leave her in the near future."

As he got closer, Murong Sheng realized that this person was really weakened, his face was more sick than ten years ago.

Fu Yicai's words still rang in his ears, Murong Sheng's thoughts turned wildly, temporarily suppressing the surprise in his heart, he raised his lips and smiled slightly: "Sir, what are you doing? What do you want to remind me?"

The man had no expression on his face, and rolled up his sleeves, "I remind the Seventh Prince not to cause trouble."

Murong Sheng sneered.

He stepped forward step by step, and the tall figure slowly approached, with a half-smile expression in front of him, "Sir, do you really think I am the Murong Sheng from ten years ago?"

"The design drove me out of the capital, and I was exiled for ten years. Now that I return to the capital, I am afraid that I will disappoint my husband."

Maybe it was aroused by Qi Zhao's casual and light tone, Murong Sheng approached him, leaned towards him lightly, and whispered in his ear, "Mr.'s teachings, I remember them all! The kindness of leaving Beijing for ten years , I will never forget that seat...sooner or later it will be mine."