sir he is sweet

Until now, Murong Sheng had to trust Fu Yi's words.

Even if he won't live long, this person's physical condition is really unbelievably poor.

Qi Zhao was wearing a white robe today, which was stained with blood, leaving a few drops of blood stains.

The color is a bit darker now.

He waved his hands and raised his head, "No problem."

But in the next moment, his eyes blurred, and Murong Sheng hugged him up.

The sudden change in body weight made his eyes darken, and his heart jumped a few times as if he was startled. He was completely powerless to break free, so he arched his body in pain, and let out a "huh".

A warm palm was attached to the vest at the right time, and the soft internal force poured in, relieving the colic pain in the heart.

He gasped heavily.

Murong Sheng frowned tightly, his hostility could not be restrained from radiating out, he turned cold towards the attendants who followed him, and reprimanded: "Don't you lead the way to the side hall? Didn't you see that the master is not feeling well?"

The palace attendant hurriedly saluted and hurriedly led the people to the side hall where they could rest.

On the way, he ran into Murong Lin who was running back with his schoolwork in his arms. The child was taken aback for a moment, stopped, and murmured to himself, "Is the teacher sick again?"

Murong Sheng frowned even more while listening.

Sick again?This man is always so sick?

Murong Sheng didn't say anything else, he strode into the hall with Qi Zhao in his arms.

The man was bowed, his face was pale, his palms were pressed against his heart, his eyes were not in focus, and he obviously hadn't recovered yet.

He couldn't help but tugged at the corner of his lips, and bad thoughts suddenly came to him, and when he put Qi Zhao on the couch, it stopped by his ear for a moment.

"Sir, you have to take care of your health. The old grievances of the students who have been homeless for ten years, but...haven't reported it yet!"

The man paused, his dark pupils regained a little focus, but his expression softened.

With Murong Sheng's help, he felt much more at ease, he was silent for a long while, gathered some strength, and seemed to want to say something, but when he opened his mouth, he vomited violently.

"Cough... vomit..."

He didn't know where the strength came from, he pushed Murong Sheng away, and fell down in front of the couch, vomiting heavily.

He didn't eat anything at all, so he vomited some gastric juice, mixed with streaks of blood.

Scarlet to dazzling.

When Murong Sheng looked at him like this, his eyes froze, no amount of bad thoughts could come out.

No matter how much he hated Qi Zhao, he never thought of killing him.

After so many years, in the dead of night, he would always grit his teeth and scold Qi Zhao to express that he hated him so much that he gritted his teeth.

Originally the most honorable prince, but just because he had such affection for his husband, he was going to be treated like this, sent to a place where no shit like Li Shan, and still learning art?Pooh!

It was torture!

But the past ten years have not been fruitless.

He read and practiced calligraphy, learned astronomy and calendar, weighed calculations, imperial mind skills, and even martial arts. After returning from an experience that almost cost his life, he gained a lot of internal strength for no reason, which made him practice martial arts with twice the result with half the effort.

The master said that the inner strength was given to him by a near-death master, and it can be regarded as a good deed before he died.

He was originally a pampered nobleman, but he was thrown to Lishan like an ordinary person to learn art from a teacher. For him, it can be said to have suffered a lot.

Of course, all of this is thanks to Qi Zhao, he doesn't hate Qi Zhao, is it possible?