sir he is sweet

"gentlemen!"

When Murong Sheng came back, he sneaked in.

Ever since he was entangled by that carrion-eating bird, he felt that he had no personal space at all.

When doing anything, I am most afraid that when I turn around, a pair of mung bean eyes will be fixed there, staring at me curiously.

It's really... a big head.

Murong Sheng couldn't help but feel a chill when he thought of that cute and small guy with colorful feathers who likes to eat carrion the most.

Just... can't you change your hobby?

"Why... did the spirit bird follow you to the barracks?"

Qi Zhao waited for him to eat, and seeing his cautious look, he couldn't help being amused: "Your Highness is a dignified prince, a member of the Tian family, it's somewhat unreasonable to be scared like this by a bird, right?"

"It's not like that!"

Murong Sheng came over and hugged him stickily, "I think it... I think it's dirty! It eats such dirty things, so don't touch me!"

Ever since the two had experienced the affair in bed, it was Qi Zhao who took the initiative, and the relationship between them has become much closer, and it has also begun to be publicized and publicized.

Murong Sheng likes to hug and talk with this person the most, rubbing and touching, kissing and cuddling, and tricks come out endlessly.

But the most annoying thing about being popular is naturally the man's unmoving posture despite being teased by him in every possible way.

If it wasn't for being pushed by the bathing pool that day, Murong Sheng would really feel that Qi Zhao was going to die.

But he is an imposing prince, a man of eight feet, how... how can he be inferior to others?

He should be doing the above!

In a daze, the meal was passed outside, and Qi Zhao called him a few times, seeing that this guy was still wandering, the boss with a grinning mouth, wondering what good things he was thinking about, so he couldn't help shaking his head, gently With a sigh, he had no choice but to pull the man off his body and lead him to a seat.

What a little ancestor, he had to serve him for lunch.

"Your Highness, it's time to eat—"

It wasn't until Murong Sheng sat down that he realized that something was wrong.

Well?

He widened his eyes, turned his head abruptly, and looked somewhere.

God!

A colorful bird was climbing on the window lattice not far behind him, looking at him with his head tilted.

It's here again!

No wonder he suddenly felt as if a gaze was staring at him, and even the back of his head felt cold.

With a sad face, Murong Sheng murmured to the spirit bird dejectedly, "Brother Bird, can you let me have a good meal? You can come back after I finish my meal!"

It's really sad.

But a surprising thing happened, just after Murong Sheng finished speaking, the spirit bird flew out.

"First... sir."

Murong Sheng who was watching was dumbfounded, and pointed out the direction of the window, "This..."

"Can it understand me?"

Qi Zhao suppressed the curvature of his lips, and served Murong Sheng food in a leisurely manner, his brows and eyes curved, and he responded vaguely, "Hmm... probably so... maybe someone taught it simple vocabulary..."

Murong Sheng's eyes widened, and he looked as if the sky had fallen.

This... isn't this a bit too much!

It understands everything!It also follows itself!Follow every day!

ah ah ah-

"His Royal Highness, hurry up and eat! It will be cold later."

Qi Zhao suffocated his laughter, and served the guy with the dishes himself.

Seeing this guy's surprised, pale and remorseful face, Qi Zhao couldn't help but laugh.

This guy is really interesting. Putting it by his side adds a lot of fun.

Life is short, and there are not many such happy days, it is better to... have fun in time.

Even if his health improved, Qi Zhao didn't eat too much for lunch, and spent most of his time serving Murong Sheng.

They didn't like to eat with servants by their side, and enjoyed the atmosphere of being alone between them very much, not to mention that Qi Zhao didn't eat much, and he preferred to watch Murong Sheng use it rather than eating by himself.

"Your Highness, don't think so much, eat well."

Qi Zhao's voice was soft, and he looked at Murong Sheng with gentle eyes, like looking at a child he raised.

This child...appeared at the darkest time of his life, allowing him to see the innocence and warmth in the world, so in the following days...

He will protect the child to grow up.

Until the dead.

"no appetite--"

Murong Sheng ate absent-mindedly, tilting his head while eating, to see if the bird outside had come back.

This made Qi Zhao so funny that he had no choice but to stand up, go to the window lattice, look around, and blow the bird whistle a few times.

The voice is clear and smooth, like a clear bamboo in the mountains, passing by in a flash, it is refreshing.

Murong Sheng's expression was shocked.

After a while, the man sat back, with a smile on his face, "His Royal Highness, you can eat at ease! At least it won't come back before sunset."

When Murong Sheng heard it, he almost jumped up with joy.

"Wow! Really?"

Qi Zhao nodded with a smile.

After hearing this, Murong Sheng was completely relieved and began to feast on it.

Murong Sheng didn't remember the bird whistle he heard while eating until he and Qi Zhao were lying on the couch together to digest after eating and drinking.

"Sir, can you speak birds?"

As he was lying down, he stuck to Qi Zhao's body, stretched out his arms to hug his cool body, and buried his whole body in his arms, bouncing around like a big bear acting coquettishly.

"Ouch!"

As soon as the words fell, there was a knock on the head.

"You can speak birds."

The man shook his head, covered his lips and yawned, and pushed the guy stuck to his body, "Will you wake up, sleep?"

His body is weak and his internal strength is deficient, so he will naturally feel sleepy often, not to mention that he just had lunch, his body is warm, and he is so sleepy that he can't open his eyes after a short time.

"Don't rush to sleep—"

Murong Sheng didn't follow him, he got closer and closer, his whole body clung to this man, with his arms across his stomach, "I can't go to bed so early, sir has to digest, I'll rub my stomach for you, otherwise you'll have to sleep later." Stomach ache."

I have to say that after coming to the southern border, Qi Zhao's health is not a little bit better than before. Although he is still weaker than ordinary people, it is obviously much better than when he was so sick in the capital that he couldn't even get out of bed.

This made Murong Sheng very excited, but besides being excited, he was somewhat puzzled.

Hmm... It seems that something is wrong, but what is wrong?It's hard to say.

Murong Sheng yawned, and put his head into the crook of this man's neck, thinking in a daze that he had to take some time to investigate this matter.

This is a very important thing.

He fell asleep after thinking about it for a while, with his palm still on Qi Zhao's stomach, Qi Zhao lowered his head, seeing that the guy who was so brazen about rubbing his stomach and disappearing slept better than anyone else, the corners of his mouth twitched.

Did you say you can't go to bed so early?

Fat little guy who broke his promise——