sir he is sweet

The old queen mother was getting old recently, she would get confused from time to time, she often didn't recognize people, just now she looked at Qi Zhao for a long time, but she couldn't remember who this person was.

Qi Zhao also had a good temper and let her look at her, without saying a word, with a gentle expression.

After tossing and tossing for a while, the old queen was put to sleep by the servants, and the two were relieved, and walked out of the Compassionate Peace Palace side by side.

His eyes were clear, and the moment he touched the sky, there were overlapping shadows in front of his eyes, Qi Zhao's feet softened, and he almost fell down the long steps.

It was Murong Sheng who supported him with quick eyes and hands.

"Mr. is in much worse health than before."

The young man spoke with a half-smile.

The man's face was pale, his lips were so pale that he didn't even have a trace of blood, his breath was heavy, and his footsteps were shallow.

He slowed down for a moment, the black mist in front of his eyes had just dissipated, and after he stood still, he pushed away Murong Sheng's support.

"Thank you."

Only then did he move forward.

Murong Sheng paused for a moment, then followed, feeling suspicious.

He had experienced this man's taciturn temperament before, and he was extremely cold, but in fact, he was the most impatient.

When he was young, he had been by this person's side for a long time, and entangled him in many ways. As time went by, he would also see this person smiling.

Maybe, can you try?

Murong Sheng narrowed his eyes.

The Jinzhang Palace is still the same. Since his eldest brother passed away, Murong Lin has been living here, studying and practicing calligraphy, and gradually growing up.

ten years

Really can change a lot of things.

When Murong Sheng left the palace, the child was just a baby, but now he has grown into a small carrot head.

"Sir! Sir!"

In a blink of an eye, the young boy rushed forward, saluting Qi Zhao with an excited expression on his face.

"I have finished all the homework assigned by my husband!"

A small face was full of pride, shining brightly with anticipation, obviously seeking praise.

Murong Sheng looked at Qi Zhao in astonishment.

What... what's the situation?Why did Qi Zhao give lessons to this child and know him so well?

The man slightly bent his lips, responded, and looked at the boy with half-cast eyes, with a gentle tone, "It's not enough to just say it's finished, I still have to check it."

The young boy became happy, and ran into the hall, "Sir, sit down, I'll get the book!"

I'm not afraid to check!

Murong Sheng looked at the child's back, then at Qi Zhao, and couldn't help taking a small breath.

"You...you..."

Could it be that Qi Zhao has been taking care of Jinzhang Palace all these years, and even served as Murong Lin's teacher?

The man raised his eyes and looked over quietly, his eyebrows and eyes were handsome, elegant and noble.

"I'm his tutor."

Sure enough, as soon as the answer came out, Murong Sheng immediately understood, "Sir, do you often come to see him?"

It is said that the widowed eldest prince concubine has been in a trance since the eldest prince died of illness, eating fast and chanting Buddha all day long, and not asking about anything else.

Murong Lin can live well up to now, thanks to the dedication of the people who take care of him.

The man didn't speak, and slowly sat down with his support on the stone table, coughing intermittently.

He was short of qi and blood, and after standing for a long time, he couldn't help feeling a little dizzy, and the blood qi he suppressed just now couldn't help but surge up again. After clicking it, I couldn't help coughing it all out for a while.

"Cough...cough..."

The blood pressure has been bruised for a long time, and it turned black. Murong Sheng was prepared, and used a handkerchief to cover the blood stains under the corner of his lips, and his brows gradually frowned.

"Mr. is in such a physical condition that he shouldn't be running around."