sir he is sweet

Murong Lin has a good temperament, docile and kind, because he was lonely since he was a child, and his mother and concubine had no way to rely on him, so he developed a tenacious temperament when he was young.

Although soft, it is also tough.

Murong Sheng sat down, talked with him for a while, asked him how his homework was, and told him that Wen Han was the one who saved him.

"really?"

Murong Lin didn't believe it, "The Duke Du's murder...is terrifying."

When a young man sees blood, he will inevitably panic, and Wen Han has a gloomy and ruthless appearance. With so much blood and human life stained on his hands, it's hard not to feel fear.

"That's right." Murong Sheng patted his head with a gentle expression, "But Xiao Lin, you have to know that in this world, there are many things that cannot be seen with eyes."

"You should learn to speak with facts and see with your heart."

When he was leaving, Murong Sheng turned his head to look, the young boy sat on the stone bench in the yard half understanding, blinked, thoughtful.

Murong Sheng couldn't help laughing.

This child is naturally intelligent, and he can gradually understand it if he thinks about it.

When he came out, he saw Wen Han standing outside, with a thin figure and a stern back.

"Brother!"

Murong Sheng walked over quickly, and smiled slightly, "Not long after I came back, the house was covered with dust, since senior brother invited me to visit the house, I will not be polite."

Wen Han glanced at him, and twitched the corners of his mouth with a half-smile, "It's still early, and the Seventh Prince is so impatient, if someone sees him and sues Elder Yan, I'm afraid there will be trouble!"

Mr. Yan is the head of the Confucian scholars, respected by scholars all over the world, without Mr. Yan's help, Murong Sheng might have no hope of getting that seat.

"trouble?"

Murong Sheng chuckled, half-closed his eyes, "Senior brother knows my mind best, I have no intention of taking that seat, what difference does it make if it's troublesome or not?"

He moved quickly, jumped into Wen Han's carriage, and lifted the curtain for him with a smile.

This style of pie looks like a rogue child.

Wen Han's forehead twitched, he didn't expect this guy to have experienced so much, and he still had these naughty teenagers' disposition, so he couldn't help but shook his head and sighed.

Handed the cane to the attendant, propped it up on one side.

Without a cane, his body was not stable, so he could only support the frame of the car with his palms and drag his legs up.

Murong Sheng raised his hand to help him very naturally.

"Slow down," Murong Sheng was afraid that he would stumble, and guarded his back. He didn't sit still until he came in, and said leisurely: "Father gave me a vacation, um... I was still thinking about it." Take it easy for a few days, it seems that the situation in Kyoto is not as urgent as what the brother said in the letter—"

Wen Han twitched the corners of his mouth, and said with a fake smile: "The Seventh Prince went to the palace and got nothing. It doesn't seem like Mr. taught him this."

"what……"

Murong Sheng was stunned, "What do you mean, brother?"

He's stupid... all his attention is on Qi Zhao and that unwarranted marriage, how can he separate his attention?

Almost forgot, there was another marriage in Gu Xiang's side, and they didn't name them. Murong Sheng was still thinking about who to push.

Wen Han closed his eyes, his face was pale, but he was too lazy to answer.

But the heart is infinitely contemptuous.

The mediocrity of the disciples taught by the first elders in Mount Li made him wonder if his omnipotent master was old enough to be deaf and dazzled.

Full of love and love, without any ambition, if it wasn't for that gentleman's careful planning and careful protection, this guy would have been swallowed long ago without even bones left.

But there is one thing, Wen Han feels that Murong Sheng has a fairly clear understanding of himself.

It is not suitable for you.

This guy's disposition is really not suitable for being a king, he is really suitable for being a puppet emperor.

Murong Sheng was also quite obedient, knowing that he was being rejected, he didn't dare to say anything along the way, but when he entered the East Factory, he said, "I take my brother as my own, this calculation, except you, I will be as good as anyone else. never said."

"They all thought that it was me they were fighting for, and that they would come at me openly and secretly, so they could protect Xiao Lin. Only in the end would everyone find out who they were targeting...it was wrong from the beginning."

Wen Han stopped his movements, turned his head, and squinted his eyes, "What does the Seventh Prince want to say?"

Murong Sheng smiled slightly, and fixed his gaze on him, "Brother will help me, right?"

If his grandfather knew about it, he would definitely feel that he was making a joke about seeking skin from a tiger.

But he felt that Wen Han was trustworthy.

People who seem to be the most cold-blooded in this world are also the most easily moved.

Wen Han snorted softly, but without answering, he lifted his sleeves and got out of the carriage first.

They talked about many things during the night.

Peach Blossom Drunk is no longer intoxicating, but if you drink too much, you will become confused.

Murong Sheng leaned on the table and murmured: "Brother, no one dares to believe me anymore."

"I lost my mother since I was young, and I was taken care of by my aunt and elder brother, so I had a carefree youth."

"Later, something happened to them, and the eldest emperor's wife went crazy, leaving only Xiaolin as a child. I am in Lishan, and I have no power to protect myself, so I can only delay it for so many years."

"I don't have any big ambitions, I just want to live a peaceful life, be with the person I admire, and never be separated."

At the end of the drink, the young prince lay on one side drunkenly, and fell into a deep sleep.

The host and guest had a good time, that's all.

Even so, Wen Han still felt cold.

"Godfather, someone came from outside, with the same name and surname, saying that he has an appointment with godfather to take the Seventh Prince back."

Until the little yellow gate outside came to report.

Wen Han was a little dazed when he heard this.

"Please come in!"

He suddenly understood why he felt cold.

The thin and handsome man walked over slowly, took off the fox fur from his body, wrapped the wine-stained Murong Sheng around him, and when he hugged him horizontally, Wen Han suddenly smiled.

"Sir go slow."

He didn't stop.

Everyone has selfishness and evil thoughts. Now he just wants to see how that man, who is so glamorous and has exhausted his tricks, feels after he finds out that he has been reversed.

And he will still be an eunuch with power over the world, overlooking all living beings from the most elevated position.

Love, hate, ignorance, and hatred are all troublesome things.

Qi Zhao gathered the fox fur, covered the person curled up in his arms, paused before leaving, and glanced over lightly.

"The Duke is a smart man, and he should understand that some people... are beyond your imagination."

Between the lines, there is completely suppressed anger that is faintly exuded.

Wen Han shook Yuzhan, sneered, and was about to explain, but couldn't help having a bit of bad fun.

He raised his eyebrows, and said unhurriedly: "Well...then it's beyond the control of some people who they want."

It would be good to add some trouble to that troublesome Murong Sheng.

He saw with his own eyes that Qi Zhao left Dongchang with a hostage on his back.