sir he is sweet

The smell of alcohol hit his face, and when he landed, Murong Sheng was so drunk that he almost fell into the lake.

Fortunately, Qi Zhao grabbed him.

Murong Sheng's feet were unsteady, being pulled like this, he fell in the right direction, his eyes blurred.

Drink a little dizzy.

"I'm not drunk...don't...don't touch me!"

He was angry, staggered two steps, pushed Qi Zhao away without hesitation, squinted his eyes with a sneer, "Sir, you really have the world in your heart, even a cat or a dog has to be rescued, why is it so hard... hiccup..."

There was a lot of movement here, and when the attendants heard the movement, they rushed to save people.

Murong Sheng leaned on the railing, propped his forehead, half-closed his eyes, and said to the hurriedly coming inner palace steward: "This man saw that the palace was drunk and thought that the palace was unconscious, so he insulted our court and tried to destroy the peace between the two countries. Send it to Wang Jun tomorrow, and I will ask for an explanation!"

People around watched from a distance, this prince from a foreign country was just talking nonsense.

Even though the details are not clear, this guy just kicked him from a distance and kicked him into the lake. How could he be offended in the first place?

But the two countries finally reached an agreement that the overall situation is the most important thing, everyone understood it, and they all shut their mouths obediently, and agreed again and again.

It's really a model of referring to a deer as a horse.

Murong Sheng glanced over, and seeing everyone's acquiescence, he glanced at the one that was fished out, wet and wet, and smiled grimly, revealing a row of white teeth.

"If you dare to offend this hall again, this hall will make you feel overwhelmed!"

Leaving aside the cruel words, he pulled Qi Zhao aside, and walked back with arrogance.

Qi Zhao was a little stunned, what happened so quickly, he didn't say a word the whole time, and was dragged back by Murong Sheng.

"temple……"

The ground was slippery, and Murong Sheng was staggering drunk, and if he was not careful, he fell directly to the side.

Qi Zhao was helpless, but fortunately he pulled him away quickly with his eyesight and hands, and pulled him into his arms.

"Your Highness is drunk, don't move around, I will help His Highness go back."

Drunk and beating people, I'm afraid this beam will end.

Murong Sheng was a little dizzy, but his thinking was not confused, and he could understand every word said by the people around him, but his reaction was delayed.

"I'm not...not drunk!"

Murong Sheng turned his head, stared at him with drunken eyes, and walked forward with his waist held in his arms, "Let me tell you, if I hadn't come, you...would you still want to give him blood?"

Qi Zhao didn't speak, took the guy into the courtyard where the envoy was resting, and threw it to Yan Twelve casually, holding on to the door frame and gasping for exhaustion.

This guy is really too heavy.

"Don't...don't go!"

Murong Sheng threw himself into Yan Twelve's arms, and was supported by Yan Twelve in a hurry, he was not willing to stop, but dishonestly rose up, turned around and glared at Qi Zhao angrily.

"Did you hear what I told you!"

Everyone was stunned.

This...their master not only drank too much alcohol, but also became fatter, how dare he yell at Mr.

Qi Zhao half leaned against the door frame, took a rest for a while, stroked his forehead, and gasped, "Your Highness drank too much, send him to rest!"

Each other, Yan Twelve and Yan Qi accompanied, the two of them were not as jumpy and unruly as Yan Shiyi, upon hearing this, they hurriedly supported Murong Sheng on the left and right, and sent him to the bed.

"Ouch... Ouch... Ouch..."

Murong Sheng refused, and almost bounced up and down, "You...you..."

"Don't go! I have to guard! lest you... and..."

Qi Zhao's brows twitched fiercely, he paused when he was about to withdraw, turned around, and covered Murong Sheng's mouth.

He sighed softly, rubbed his forehead, put his arms around Murong Sheng, "Forget it, I'll help you to sleep."

When he was sober, his mouth was quite tight, but he didn't know what would happen after he was drunk. How could Qi Zhao dare to take a risk, cover his mouth and get someone in, and throw him on the couch.

"you……"

This fall was all messed up, his head was tilted, Murong Sheng was thrown into a daze, and he felt even more confused.

But he was still thinking about what happened just now, and he didn't say that everything was over, he got up in a crooked manner, pointed to the side of the bed, found a random direction, and then glared at him angrily.

"Qi Zhao! Come with me! This matter is endless! We are endless!"

But if it is hazy and white, how can we really see it clearly?

Murong Sheng stared ferociously for a moment, but did not hear a response, instead a hand came from behind and rested on his shoulder.

The man sighed softly, and couldn't help but laugh: "Your Highness, I'm here."

In order to save face for this guy, he held back his smile.

"what……"

Murong Sheng turned his head in a daze, rubbed his eyes vigorously, and only when he was close at hand did he clarify the direction of Qi Zhao, and said "oh".

"This... you are here."

He let go of his hand, rushed towards Qi Zhao, put his arms around his neck, and said "uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu Tell me the truth, if I hadn't arrived in time today, would you have... Are you going to cut yourself to please them?"

He is not a fool, although Qi Zhao didn't say anything clearly, but he has already given a reminder of his identity, plus the scars on his body, no matter how ignorant he is, no matter how stupid he is, he can probably guess one or two.

The man was rarely silent.

"Hmm...Your Highness," he didn't know what kind of bitter drama Murong Sheng had imagined, and patted him with the corner of his mouth raised, "I didn't intend to please them, it's just that this matter is related to the fate of Guxiang. Jun is dead, so your trip was not in vain?"

As soon as these words came out, Murong Sheng suddenly raised his head and almost jumped up. He was so angry that he yelled loudly, "Then why did you run away for nothing? Aren't you of royal blood? You...he is going to die, you inherit the throne, If we get married, the two countries will be at peace forever!"

Qi Zhao's eyelids twitched, and he directly raised his hand to cover his mouth.

God!This is on someone else's territory, this brainless guy has no clues, and he is not afraid of causing trouble.

"Your Highness is drunk, go to sleep..."

Qi Zhao had a severe headache, he really didn't want to deal with him anymore, he simply tore off his clothes and threw him into the quilt.

"I do not!"

Murong Sheng was self-willed and tight, using the alcohol to release all the emotions that he didn't dare to have on weekdays, shouting and screaming like a lunatic, "As soon as I fall asleep, you run away..."

"I sleep with you."

It happened that Qi Zhao was very tired, so he just put on his clothes and went to the couch, wiped the guy's face with a hot handkerchief, pressed the whole body in his arms, and asked patiently, "Your Highness, can you sleep now?"

His patience is almost used up, if he doesn't sleep, he might as well just throw it out.

"Um... um!"

Murong Sheng hugged him, as if he had found some peace of mind, mumbled a few words indistinctly, then closed his mouth with peace of mind, and soon began to snore lightly.