sir he is sweet

No matter what, Murong Sheng never thought that he would be able to see Qi Zhao when he was a boy in his lifetime.

Watching him compete swords with a young man in the garden, he was so disgusted in the end that he had no choice but to sit down and judge for everyone.

You can also see his handsome appearance, bow and arrow on the hunting ground, shooting the most ferocious prey, or saving a side-by-side partner from the mouth of a black bear.

"Today's fox fur is not bad. Be gentle with your hands, I still need a cushion!"

He laughed heartily, stopped his horse, turned back and shouted at his companions.

The companion laughed angrily and scolded him for being stingy, "You have so many fox furs! Why can't you share it with us! We are still waiting to hunt some good things and go back to marry my wife!"

"Then I won't marry my wife?"

The young Qi Zhao laughed loudly, his brows and eyes were curved, shining brightly in the sun, and exuding a spirit of vigor.

"Of course what I have saved will be kept for my future wife!"

The sound of horseshoes went away, and a group of teenagers, carrying their prey, gathered for the dust-cleaning feast.

Murong Sheng subconsciously touched the ancient jade around his neck.

It was only now that he saw clearly that the jade had been hanging around that person's neck the whole time.

Now, many years later, he gave the jade to himself.

Murong Sheng was stunned, took a deep breath, and ran over following the scattered light and shadow.

still got more.

This is probably the reflection given by Gu Yu. If he could see more about Qi Zhao's youth, then...he sincerely hoped that time would pass more slowly.

Let him see more of what that person used to be like.

Later, it was Qi Zhao's heroic appearance when he took over the position of high priest and presided over the ceremony.

The aged high priest entrusted him with this important responsibility and told him that he was the chosen one and the next high priest chosen by God.

Murong Sheng stepped up and followed, seeing the flamboyant and wanton young Qi Zhao with his own eyes, at this moment, gradually faded from the youthful and childishness of the past, and became calm and steady.

But at that time, he was just a young man.

The young man in black priestly robes looked solemn, holding the priest's cane, and walked up to the high platform step by step.

Murong Sheng looked at his back and suddenly felt sore in his heart.

How old was Qi Zhao at that time?When I was this age, I was still fighting wits and courage with my master in Lishan!

It is a sad thing that a young man is the most mischievous and trouble-loving, but he is bound by the heavy shackles of responsibility.

That person was nearly 20 years older than him, but how many days did he have when he was truly happy?

Murong Sheng watched helplessly as the young man Qi Zhao presided over the entire ceremony, and everyone bowed down, bowed and kowtowed, showing a state of submission.

The whole ceremony is indeed solemn and awe-inspiring.

This is the grandest festival in Guxiang——

Murong Sheng picked up the steps and stepped up to the high platform, step by step, went to the side of the man, and looked at him closely.

Underneath are the respectful people. They explain their final wishes and sufferings to God through rituals, hoping that in the new dynasty, all hardships will disappear and luck will come to them.

Murong Sheng almost shed tears.

The weight of a country rests entirely on him, so how...not heavy?

He actually didn't understand.

The dense fog rushed over again, covering Murong Sheng's sight, and when it melted away, he saw that person on the battlefield.

This seems to be... the southern border a few years ago.

Seeing that man leading the army on the battlefield, with a silver spear in a sassy manner, his brows and eyes stern, and when he slaughtered all the enemies, Murong Sheng suddenly understood that the God of War who was said to have appeared less than two years ago in the Southern Territory was who.

It's Sima Zhaohe, that is... Qi Zhao.

It turned out that that person had so many pasts. He was once a young man in fresh clothes and angry horses, and he also blessed all the people in the festival, and was handed over to life and death on the battlefield.

He's been through nothing.

Including kneeling in the priest's shrine, cutting his own wrist expressionlessly, letting the dark red blood drip down, forming a small bay in the stone bowl.

Murong Sheng clearly saw that at that time, his body was still wrapped in bandages, and he still had wounds left over from the battlefield.

they—

Just treat him like this.

It wasn't until the cut wound on the wrist stopped bleeding and the blood scab solidified on the fair skin that the man made another cut.

With a blank expression, as if he had done it countless times.

Murong Sheng gritted his teeth tightly, but he still couldn't see the face of the person who forced Qi Zhao to take blood.

Probably... that person's subconscious, don't want to remember it!

But it wasn't until the other party left with the blood and almost stepped over the threshold that Murong Sheng heard Qi Zhao turned his head and gritted his teeth to inquire.

"why……"

"what why?"

"Why me? Why... I want to change from a good person to this?"

"Because he's your brother."

In the empty night, there was probably only this sentence left, which fluttered back and forth.

Murong Sheng watched the man slump, the light and warmth in his eyes disappeared little by little.

He finally understood why Qi Zhao changed from Sima Zhaohe to Qi Zhao.

If it were someone else, he would probably have to succumb to fate from now on, become a regular blood supply vessel, lose all warmth and freedom, and just live in a muddle like this.

But he is Qi Zhao.

During a turmoil when the tribe forced the palace, he completely abandoned everything in the past and left Guxiang.

After that, it is the story of going to Kyoto.

Murong Sheng knew it all.

He was in a daze when he heard someone calling himself.

"Seventh Prince? Seventh Prince? Your Highness, wake up!"

"Quick...wake up! This is a dream, you can't sleep for too long!"

Murong Sheng was able to hear this voice, but suddenly his mind was a little muddled, he couldn't tell what night it was, and he didn't know where he was.

"Your Highness!"

Suddenly, the face was slapped hard, this time, Murong Sheng could clearly feel the pain, his feet went limp, and he fell straight down.

"Ah...Song Jinyu! Why are your hands so strong! My face is swollen."

Murong Sheng fell out of the illusion, touched his cheek with shaking hands, let out a "hiss", and stared at Song Jinyu fiercely.

Instead, Song Jinyu let out a sigh of relief.

"Your Highness Seventh, this is a fantasy dream. It won't hurt people, but it will make people addicted to it. They can't find the exit for a long time, and thus slowly exhaust their souls."

"Even if I wake up in the future, I will still be ignorant, even stupid."

Hearing this, Murong Sheng's eyes widened in surprise.

"what……"

What the hell is this!

"His grandma... dares to plot against me!"

Murong Sheng gritted his teeth, got up with limp hands and feet, and pulled Song Jinyu, "I can't care about that much, come with me!"

The most important thing now, of course, is to find Qi Zhao.

I don't know the difference between today's festival and what I saw in the dream.