sir he is sweet

That night, Qi Zhao didn't sleep well.

The luncheon dragged on until evening, and there was another farce. After Murong Sheng fell asleep, it was so hot that it was dark.

Dinner was completely saved.

Qi Zhao didn't use a few chopsticks for lunch, and then he didn't use dinner, and he was so tired that he quickly fell asleep.

The result is obvious, I wake up hungry before dawn.

Murong Sheng didn't eat a meal but still slept soundly, laying all over his arms, smacking his lips from time to time, he didn't know what delicious food he dreamed of.

Qi Zhao's inner strength has been sealed near the heart veins for many years, the blood vessels are blocked, and his body is often cold, but being relied on by Murong Sheng, his whole body is warmed like a stove.

Just...a little hungry.

He tilted his head with difficulty, and tentatively pushed Murong Sheng with his numb hands, and found that this guy's head tilted, muttered something, and fell asleep again.

What a pig.

His stomach growled, and for a while, Qi Zhao couldn't tell whether it was his stomach growling or Murong Sheng's.

"Your Highness, Your Highness?"

Qi Zhao had no choice but to raise his voice to call him.

If you don't yell more, I'm afraid...they will all starve to death.

"Um...uh..."

It was obvious that Murong Sheng's stomach was more vicious than his screams, and this guy was obviously hungry, so he touched his belly subconsciously, opened his eyes sleepily, and hugged Qi Zhao.

"very hungry……"

He was humming, and there was still a slight smell of alcohol in his mouth, so Xun Qi Zhao turned his head away and hummed softly.

"I'm hungry... oh so hungry! I'm going to starve to death."

Qi Zhao sighed, "Then you can't afford it? If you don't, you won't be able to catch up with breakfast."

Murong Sheng was indeed dizzy from hunger, he got up with sore hands and feet, scratched his head, "Mmm..."

He rubbed his face, took a breath, and slowly recalled yesterday's events, "Let's tell someone to pass the meal on! Uh huh... I didn't eat enough at the banquet last night, and now I feel like I'm going to faint from hunger. , hey...you haven't heard of Wang Jun's side..."

Halfway through speaking, he stared at Qi Zhao's pale face, and suddenly remembered the dispute between the two.

"Qi Zhao."

This time, his husband stopped screaming, and stared at Qi Zhao with a cold face, "What did you want to do yesterday?"

The man rubbed his forehead, dropped his numb arms, and kept coughing lowly. His soft black hair was a little messy and covered his shoulders, making him look a little thin and weak.

"Your Highness drank too much, I'm afraid he is dreaming!"

He rubbed his arms, serious, "I'm sure, nothing happened. Your Highness came back to sleep after drinking too much."

The masculine temperament is dignified, gentle and jade-like, with a serious expression on his good-looking brows and eyes, his thin lips are lightly parted, he speaks clearly, and his tone is extremely determined.

"If there is anything, it must be in His Highness's dream!"

Murong Sheng was stunned for a while, then scratched his head, said "Oh", as if he was persuaded, he climbed down, dressed and freshened up.

Probably… maybe so, he thought.

Qi Zhao curled his lips, held back his smile, and called people in to help them wash up.

Until it was time for breakfast, Yan Shishi came in happily, and excitedly said to Murong Sheng: "Master, master! You look so good yesterday! It's an eye-opener for everyone!"

"Huh? What?"

Murong Sheng blinked, and casually threw a big sweet potato over, "Eat it?"

Yan Shixi nodded, but still accepted it, smiling while peeling and gnawing, "The master poured Wang Jun into unconsciousness, I heard that the imperial physician was called urgently last night, and no one showed up this morning, then The lord heard that he was not in good health, and now that you have poured it on him like this, the master, he might not be able to get up for ten days and a half months!"

The two big countries met for the first time and reached a covenant. Naturally, they wanted to drink happily. No matter how poor the health of King Guxiang was, he couldn't show his timidity at this time and lose the scene.

Murong Sheng flirted a little, and raised his eyebrows fiercely, how could Yan Shishi be unhappy?

"That must be!"

While eating breakfast, Murong Sheng smiled and said, "Let me tell you, I already knew that he was not in good health, and I couldn't lose face, so I poured him alcohol all the way! It's worth it!"

"More than this!"

Yan Shiyi waved his hands, and shouted excitedly, "Also... Also, when you kicked that confidant of the king, the acting priest, into the lake, he was so handsome and unrestrained, and many palace officials lost their hearts. Woolen cloth!"

Qi Zhao's eyelids twitched, as expected, he was messed up by this abnormal Yan Shiyi.

"Ah... what?" Murong Sheng choked on a mouthful of cake, almost unable to swallow it.

"No... no, I still kicked people into the lake..." He turned his head sharply and glared at Qi Zhao, "Didn't you say that I just fell asleep after drinking too much?"

This time, it was really exposed.

The man rubbed his chin, his face remained unchanged, his handsome face was full of calmness, without any guilt or embarrassment being exposed, "Well... maybe Yan Shiyi also drank a little."

Murong Sheng is not stupid, if the matter is up to now, if he can still be fooled, then his life will be in vain.

"You...you are really too much!"

The guy threw away the bowl and chopsticks and ran away angrily.

Yan Shiyi's eyes widened in shock, his mouth opened wide, with a look of astonishment on his face.

This... what's the situation?Did he get into trouble?But... But what he said was the truth, did he say anything wrong?

Qi Zhao took it easy and used it more to soothe his aching stomach, before he put down his chopsticks and went out for a walk.

He slept a lot, and lay down until his body was sore and tired, but he couldn't fall asleep. He walked leisurely through the palace, spreading flowers and brushing willows, and inadvertently, his eyes fell on the young man not far away.

The young man was tall and tall, he looked to be about ten years old, and he was reciting a book facing the lake.

There is a lot of water in the southern border, and there is a damp smell everywhere, Qi Zhao didn't move, stood where he was, and watched carefully for a while.

It was the boy who noticed his presence, turned his head, and approached curiously.

"who are you?"

Qi Zhao smiled and remained silent.

The young man is full of dignity, wearing a crown that is enough to prove his identity, his brows and eyes are immature, and he is really innocent.

"Oh... I see, you are a distinguished guest from the north."

He laughed happily, and saluted Qi Zhao, "Father is not in good health, and he was very drunk yesterday, so he ordered me to come out and entertain the distinguished guests."

Qi Zhao fixedly looked at him, smiled slightly, graceful, eye-catching and elegant.

"Trouble me, little prince."

They have never met before, but... this child is exactly the same as that person when he was young.

Things are different, and there are some things that he should have let go of long ago.

Thinking about Murong Sheng's radical reaction last night, Qi Zhao helplessly lifted the corners of his lips and rolled up his sleeves.

Really daring and reckless, I don't know the heights of the sky and the depths of the earth!

But also... heartwarming.