sir he is sweet

Emperor Qian's health has become worse and worse in recent years, but he was born to drink, and was repeatedly ordered by the imperial physician, so he reluctantly accepted the strong alcohol, and changed to some sake for drinking on weekdays.

I lost this game of chess, but I couldn't even touch sake.

"Hmph! Uncle Min, you really are not mean enough, boy! You can't do it anymore!"

Seeing that the defeat was decided, Emperor Qian became even more impatient, and almost flipped the chessboard in anger.

He flicked his sleeves and got up, and was supported by the little eunuch who was waiting beside him, with a displeased face: "I don't even know how to let me go."

Qi Zhao tidied up the mess slowly, then raised his head with a smile, and said in a clear voice, "Then Long Live this wine—"

"I keep my word, just quit!"

Having said that, he was not very happy, and even the look in Murong Sheng's eyes lost the original freshness.

"Xiao Qi is here to see Lin'er!"

Emperor Qian seemed to think of something, "You don't need to waste any more time here, go and greet the Queen Mother, just go and see that child!"

As he spoke, he glanced at Qi Zhao again, "Maybe Uncle Min hasn't gone to greet the queen mother for a long time, right? The queen mother likes to listen to you study the most. Her old man is not in good health recently. You can go and accompany me for a while and do my filial piety for me." .”

The two stood up together, saluted and said yes.

Murong Sheng had nothing to say to Qi Zhao, so he exited the hall together, folded his body and brushed his sleeves, strided down the steps, intending to cross the path of the Imperial Garden and enter the Palace of Compassion.

Just to avoid Qi Chao.

Relying on Qi Zhao's serious and rigorous temperament, he must take the road.

But unexpectedly, Qi Zhao actually followed.

Murong Sheng noticed something, and deliberately quickened his pace, trying to get rid of him.

A suppressed low cough came faintly from behind, and Murong Sheng's ears hurt when he heard it, and he had never been so annoyed at why he was so sharp and could hear everything clearly.

It wasn't until the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground that Murong Sheng stopped walking like an electric shock.

No, why is he running?He didn't do anything wrong, so what is he afraid of?

Murong Sheng turned around, saw the man who fell on the ground, coughing out of breath, squinted his eyes, and finally stepped closer.

"Is sir alright?"

He raised his eyebrows, and leaned down, "The last time we met, Mr. looks the same as before, but he is in good spirits?"

The man coughed violently, frowned halfway, and shrugged his shoulders uncontrollably. From this angle, he looked even more out of shape.

He was so thin.

"Where is the inner strength of the sir?"

Murong Sheng frowned, seeing that he was coughing hard, thought for a moment, pointed to the inner force, and tapped the big acupoint on his back, only to see the man vomit a mouthful of blood, and the whole person collapsed.

Murong Sheng hugged him subconsciously.

The man was too thin, his wrists were slender and fair like dead branches, he leaned against Murong Sheng to pant for a long while, and then managed to gather some strength, and said in a hoarse voice, "Thank you."

Murong Sheng sensed something was wrong and wanted to check his pulse, but he was avoided as soon as he moved.

Qi Zhao closed his eyes, and smiled a little on his handsome face, "I'm weak, I can't use my internal strength."

Bright nonsense.

Not being able to use it doesn't mean not being able to protect him, Murong Sheng didn't even need to probe to know that this person's internal strength is less than half.

With a body like his, without the protection of his strong inner strength, how would he survive his ordinary days with such a sick body?

Murong Sheng frowned, took off his cloak and put it on, losing some of his internal strength.

"Sir, if you don't want to say it, that's fine. There's no need to lie to me."