sir he is sweet

"Nobody knows."

Song Jinyu said.

When they arrived at the palace and entered Gu Xiang's reception banquet, Murong Sheng's mind still echoed Song Jinyu's answer.

"The high priest disappeared out of thin air more than ten years ago. Some people say that he was plotted to death by the current king, and some people say that he left his hometown, changed his face, and started a new life, but—"

"He bears the mission of the high priest, and he is closely related to Gu Xiang. Logically speaking, he cannot leave Gu Xiang."

"The farther away he is, the shallower his life wheel will be."

Qi Zhao sat behind Murong Sheng's side, glanced at Murong Sheng wonderingly, touched his hand quietly, and unceremoniously pinched him severely.

"Where is the king talking to you?"

It's fine for this brat to wander in his mind on weekdays, but on such an occasion... what is he thinking about in his mind?

"Ah... ah?"

Murong Sheng came back to his senses, blinked his eyes, and finally recovered a bit of Tianjia's demeanor, smiled slightly, and said to the person seated with a smile: "Huh? What did Wang Jun tell me just now?"

The young Wang Jun was a little embarrassed, and didn't know how the dumbfounded prince broke through his firearms barrier and led the army to help the southern border win a complete victory.

"This king said, I don't know if the seventh prince of your country is married?"

Wang Junsheng was very handsome, but his face was pale, and he looked weak, and he looked like he was suffering from chronic diseases.

The outline of the facial features...why does it look familiar?

"No."

Murong Sheng quickly pulled away from his thoughts, looked at the majestic Wang Jun on the high seat, and smiled slightly, "Father is already looking at each other, I don't know if there is a favorite candidate."

Since ancient times, marriage contracts have not been chosen by oneself. Looking at this posture, I am afraid that they do not want to get married.

This... Murong Sheng is not too worried.

Even if they are married, it doesn't matter what he said, he has to go back to the capital to return to his life, this time is separated by thousands of miles, whether his old father who is dying can survive it is still struggling!

For other things, there is room for maneuver.

"Oh?"

The young King Gu Xiang looked at Murong Sheng with great interest, "That's how it is. This king saw His Royal Highness the Seventh Prince being handsome and handsome, and he thought that since the two countries want to be good forever, it's better to form a marriage. How does the Seventh Prince feel about strengthening the friendly relationship?"

"I wish to cultivate the alliance," Murong Sheng responded immediately, very cheerfully, "It's just this person, I hope Wang Jun—"

King Guxiang definitely agreed, and immediately burst into a smile, "Naturally, the Seventh Prince has to see it personally."

He really wanted to see... how does it feel when his elder brother sees the person he is holding on the tip of his heart to protect with his own eyes, and turns his head to look for someone else.

Once this matter happened surprisingly smoothly, Wang Jun Guxiang breathed very smoothly, and his heart was not stuffy anymore, and his usually sickly face added a bit of radiance.

At the banquet, there were staggered toasts and chips, and the atmosphere was extremely pleasant.

In order to get married, Murong Sheng's main goal is to pour this little white-faced lord down.

Looking at his sickly appearance, how dare he bully his husband?Nonsence!Give it all back to him!

No matter how bad Murong Sheng is, and even if he is not used to drinking Gu Xiang's wine, his body is healthy and strong, if he can't get rid of a sick child, he probably won't live, he will lose his face, it's a joke!

At the end of the drink, he almost lay down in front of King Guxiang's desk, smiling and bowing, his posture extremely low.

"Come on, Wang Jun, I respect you, and wish our two... two countries... a hundred years of good cooperation!"

Fortunately, there was a commotion downstairs, and no one heard what he said clearly, except Qi Zhao who was not far away moved his ears, and the corners of his mouth twitched for a long time.

marriage?Still a good relationship for a hundred years?Is this guy drunk?

His heart sank, and when he saw the guy responding almost without any hesitation, he suddenly had some indescribable feelings in his heart.

What the hell... what is it?

He is very clear that this child will be the king of a country in the future, and will have... many, many concubines.

And he... didn't have much life left.

They will not stay together forever, sooner or later there will be a day of separation, the intimacy of these days is enough for his life.

Qi Zhao thought about a lot of things, the atmosphere in the hall was hot, and the roasted man was upset, so he simply got up and went outside to get some air.

At least Murong Sheng's bear look is out of sight and out of mind.

It was getting dark outside, and it was a little bit cold. The climate in the south was humid and the humidity was heavy. Qi Zhao felt... probably because he had been away for too long, and he seemed not even used to the climate of his hometown.

This is the closest he has been to that place in ten years.

Originally, he swore that even if he died outside, he would never come back, let alone set foot near that place, but because of Murong Sheng, he broke his vow and came back.

For so many years, that child... has always been his exception.

"My lord priest."

Someone behind him approached, put his palms together on his chest, bent down deeply, and looked respectful.

"What you promised last time—"

The man stood upright, his eyes sharp, revealing an indescribable coldness, "Huh?"

He turned his head, his brows and eyes were as cold as frost, "Have you fulfilled your promise?"

"what……"

The person in the official uniform was stunned, "At that time I hadn't..."

"No need to explain."

Qi Zhao pulled the corner of his lips, his brows were cold, "You didn't do anything, so what should I owe you?"

Still want his blood, dreaming?

Or are you taking him for a fool?

"But Wang Jun—"

The man in the official uniform was silent and sighed, "If he doesn't have your blood to continue his life, I'm afraid... he won't have much time."

"For the past ten years, Wang Jun has had a hard time. He has to recuperate in the Priest's Temple for two months every year to maintain his consciousness. If it continues like this, the pharmacists say that I am afraid that... this year will not pass."

The man kept talking, Qi Zhao's face was expressionless, but the fingers in his wide sleeves were clenched tightly.

It turned out...he was just a blood vessel, nothing more.

Not returning for ten years has always been correct. In their eyes, there is only the word Wang Jun, and they never... will never remember him.

"Quarrel."

Having a headache from the wet wind, Qi Zhao lowered his eyes and rolled up his sleeves, revealing his thin white wrists.

The old wounds had healed for many years, but they left imprints, those hands were spotless, they hadn't held a weapon for many years, all the thin calluses had faded away, and the skin became fine and fair.

That wrist is even more so.

He paused for a moment, not knowing what to think of. In the ecstatic eyes of the other party, he glanced over with a smile that was not a smile, "Then the last time, I will pay you back that day..."

Before he finished speaking, he swung around in mid-air and rushed over to a person, kicked him sideways, and kicked the official into the lake next to him.

The force was so great that even the railing was kicked into pieces.