sir he is sweet

Letters from the capital kept urging him, and even Murong Sheng's grandfather sent people to join him in order to protect him and return to the capital.

Now Emperor Qian's health is deteriorating day by day, and even his spirit is not very good, the decree is spread out one after another, and sometimes it will change from day to day.

Looking up and down, people are panicked.

If the king of a country cannot transition between father and son in a smooth and smooth manner, then there will inevitably be a bloody battle, and the turmoil in the court will inevitably follow. Being provoked again, the peaceful days were disturbed again.

At that time, everything they do will be in vain.

Murong Sheng could no longer drag on.

"I'll go with you."

Qi Zhao rubbed the back of the young prince's bulging head, smiled slightly, with encouraging eyes, "Your Highness, don't forget that you promised me."

How could he rest assured that this child would go back to the capital alone and enter the dragon's pool and tiger's lair?

"Oh... I remember."

Mentioning this, Murong Sheng's mood suddenly fell, and he turned to look in the direction of Gu Xiang, his expression gradually serious.

"Sir, I don't know why, but I always have a bad feeling."

Although the Southern Territory is full of crises, and this experience is also full of ups and downs, but this is the place where he and Qi Zhao made love, even if this love... can only last for such a short time.

"Don't think too much," the person who answered him was still the deep and pleasant voice, with the power to calm people's hearts, and he brushed each word out of his face, "I will always stand by His Highness's side."

Chaos broke out in Kyoto, and the southern and western borders are bound to get news and are watching, so Yan Nan needs to temporarily guard the southern border and assist General Zhao to protect the peace of the southern border.

And Rong Yun also knelt in front of Murong Sheng, begging Murong Sheng to let him stay and enter the barracks to make up for the mistakes made by his sister.

Murong Sheng agreed.

No one should be held accountable for the actions of others, and likewise, if anyone is, it's probably because—

Love.

Murong Sheng and his party set off for Kyoto.

Only Fu Yi insisted on staying, and no one could stop her, so Murong Sheng lost his temper and wanted to take her away by force.

Who would have known that the girl who usually listened to no one but Murong Sheng's words actually overthrew the person he sent out, and ran to the priest's shrine to hide, refusing to leave for life or death.

Furious, Murong Sheng wanted to go into the temple of priests to arrest him.

In the end, Qi Zhao stopped him.

"I told Yuanniang to watch her, she will be fine."

The man patted him, and persuaded softly: "Yuan Niang is tough, and she does things vigorously and swiftly. She will not be as indecisive as Feng Ya when she succeeds to the position of high priest, and there will be no royal family overriding the priest shrine in Guxiang. matter."

It is not difficult to protect a Fuyi.

After being persuaded like this, Murong Sheng reluctantly stopped and let that girl go.

Maybe... Gu Xiang has what she wants.

At that time, they didn't know how outrageous and wrong the decision they made was.

I don't know how that girl would have the courage to do such a thing.

"I always feel uneasy."

The journey back was long, and even though a group of people sped up their speed, they were still held back by wave after wave of assassins.

"gentlemen……"

While the carriage was rocking back and forth, Murong Sheng gathered his energy to stabilize the carriage, and he didn't let go of his energy until he heard the sound of fighting outside gradually disappearing.

He leaned over, leaned against Qi Zhao's icy body, hugged him immediately, and kissed the corner of his lips, "I'm a little scared."

The man opened his eyes tiredly, his pale palm moved, turned over, and covered his fingertips.

"Your Highness, don't be afraid, I'm always here."

In fact, they all knew that Murong Sheng was not referring to outside assassins, nor was he referring to the life and death disasters that might be encountered.

What he meant—was the unknown.

Now that they left Futu, they went north for only three or four days, and they encountered seven or eight waves of assassins, which made everyone exhausted.

The manpower sent by the other party was not good, and the intention seemed to be to stop them rather than kill them.

Along the way, Murong Sheng's expression was dignified, with anxiety and uneasiness in his brows and eyes, completely different from the strategizing when he came here.

Qi Zhao coughed lowly, propped his palms on one side, sat up a little, leaned his back on the soft cushion, and slowly opened his eyelids.

"Your Highness."

His pupils are dark, his eyes are gloomy, like an endless whirlpool, sinking up and down, "We have been delayed in Guxiang for too long, if the emperor passes away during this time, then do you know... what will happen?" what happened?"

Murong Sheng bit his lip.

"I know."

Brothers fight against each other, turn against each other, put each other to death for power, and... fight in the capital, pile up corpses and blood.

"But sir, have you ever thought about it, if I go back, it's just to add more power."

He lowered his head somewhat disappointed, held Qi Zhao's hand, and caressed the back of his hand carefully, uneasy poured out of his expression involuntarily.

"That seat, isn't it the same for everyone?"

Even Emperor Qian, who was as wise as Emperor Qian, fought in all directions when he was young, cleared the government, and checked and balanced all directions, but when he was old, he was still stupid to the point of death, only loving pleasure and ignoring the government.

man -

In fact, it is the most fickle and unpredictable creature in the world.

The closer he got to the capital, the more Murong Sheng felt that he was trapped in a fog, and he couldn't get out no matter what.

He is a person with no ambitions, born mediocre, and has no extraordinary talents, so he is by no means good enough to become the king of a country.

Why... Qi Zhao would choose him so firmly?

"I'm not wiser than my father, nor smarter than my brothers. On the contrary, I'm stupid and stupid, and I don't have much foresight. It's just because of my husband, I stayed in Lishan for several years and learned more skills."

Murong Sheng lowered his eyes, staring blankly at Qi Zhao's slender and beautiful fingers, "So I've been thinking, why did Mr. choose me?"

The man has been on the battlefield, and his hands are stained with murder and blood, but it is precisely because of this that he has a special heart for the world and the common people.

"Me too... nothing good..."

The more the young prince spoke, the lower his voice became, his handsome eyebrows drooped, filled with sadness and frustration.

Qi Zhao slightly lifted his bloodless lips and smiled.

"Your Highness...cough..."

The pain in the chest has never stopped, and the farther away from that place, the more obvious the discomfort of the body is revealed.

With soft eyes, he looked at this sad little guy lovingly, and said in a soft tone, "Your Highness has a kind heart, which is the most rare thing for the people in the world."

"Be good," he squeezed Murong Sheng's warm palm, with a smile on his face, calm and calm, "I will always protect Your Highness, don't be afraid."

Ten years ago, he had to push him away, so that the child was far away from the capital and opened another life.

But now... Even if he dies, he will not leave him half a step.