sir he is sweet

Qi Zhao lowered his eyes, glanced at the cloak on his body, and a warm color flashed in his eyes.

He was slowly supported by Murong Sheng, his tone was very low, "The Empress Dowager and the Lord Long Live have had a bad fight recently because of the female official sent by the Shang Palace. If such a topic is brought up, you just avoid it with a haha, don't answer the conversation."

Murong Sheng nodded, expressing his understanding, but his eyes fell on the handkerchief he was pinching in his palm.

Qi Zhao lowered his eyes, put away the blood-stained veil, and smiled slightly, "The Empress Dowager may give you a marriage, so don't rush to respond, just say that you just came back, and just evade it."

He was weak and couldn't recover for a while, his thin white wrists were still trembling, Murong Sheng lost some internal energy to him, and he felt a little better just now.

Hearing this, Murong Sheng twitched the corners of his lips playfully, "Mister doesn't allow me to grant a marriage, so... what do you mean?"

This is not quite like Qi Zhao's style.

Sure enough, the man raised his head and said slowly: "I have chosen a good marriage for you, which will help you get into that position."

Murong Sheng's face turned black immediately.

He pushed away half a step, twitched the corners of his mouth with a half-smile, and said in a perfunctory tone, "Hmm..."

"It seems that my husband feels that I have to rely on my in-laws to get what I want."

Qi Zhao was stunned, silent for a moment, and couldn't help wondering: "The Seventh Prince told me a few days ago that he wants to get that position——"

"I didn't say relying on others."

Murong Sheng was too lazy to listen to his ramblings, so he interrupted him directly, "What's more, why did you ever care about what I want?"

It was the same ten years ago, and it is the same today ten years later.

The pure intentions of his youth were gradually mixed with impurities under the catalysis of time, gradually fermenting resentment and revenge. Murong Sheng knew that when he came back this time, he was bound to seize the high position and power.

He must let Qi Zhao know that Murong Sheng is no longer the boy who was at the mercy of others ten years ago!

Qi Zhao fell silent.

The two walked side by side and did not talk any more. Murong Sheng listened to his suppressed low cough, and still felt worried after all.

I haven't seen him for many years. This person's physical condition... seems to have deteriorated too much.

And his thick inner strength disappeared no matter what.

There are too many mysteries in it.

Others have internal energy, which may be because they are obsessed with martial arts, or self-protection, etc., but Qi Zhao's internal energy is completely life-saving.

Murong Sheng's visual inspection...he lost at least half of the points.

In this turbulent imperial city, if you are not careful, you will fall into the trap of others, put yourself in a dangerous situation, and lose your life and honor.

Murong Sheng had no mother to protect him since he was a child, even though he walked stumblingly and suffered a lot, but fortunately he left the imperial city ten years ago, so he was free and avoided disputes.

In the Palace of Compassion and Ning, the old empress is not feeling well recently, and she is also lazy, she is leaning on the soft couch and listening to the palace people studying, so she listened to the report from the servants, Murong Sheng and Qi Zhao came to pay their respects together.

The bead curtain fluttered, and the old lady suddenly opened her eyes, with a look of joy on her face, "I've heard that Xiaoqi is back, hurry... quickly call in, eh...how did the two of them get together..."

The young man in Xuanpao knelt down and kowtowed to pay his respects, "Greetings to our ancestors, good luck to our ancestors!"

Qi Zhao just bowed his body, it was considered a salute.

"Get up! Get up quickly!"

The old queen looked at the little emperor's grandson who hadn't seen him for ten years, and she couldn't stop her mouth from ear to ear. She beckoned to come forward, and asked for warmth.

Murong Sheng answered one by one, kneeling beside the old queen, completely obedient and docile.