sir he is sweet

Murong Sheng is not hard-hearted, no matter how much he hates and resents Qi Zhao, when facing such a weak person, he can't do too many things to hurt him.

The man vomited hard, his thin shoulders trembled uncontrollably, from Murong Sheng's perspective, he could see the outline of his shoulder blades.

This reminded Murong Sheng that when he was brought in just now, he almost felt that this tall and big man had become as thin as a bone.

Obviously a sign of decay.

After Qi Zhao vomited for a while, he clutched the side of the couch with his fingers, half-bent on his body, panting heavily.

Murong Sheng asked the palace attendant to come in and clean up the ground, and took the teacup for gargling, and held it to Qi Zhao.

The man frowned, and raised his hand slowly, as if he wanted to pick it up.

Murong Sheng held his trembling hand, tried his best to soften his tone, moved the cup closer, "gargle."

Qi Zhao twitched the corners of his mouth, and didn't resist anymore.

His hands were cold and wet, Murong Sheng waited patiently for him to rinse his mouth, then hugged his back sideways, and helped him back to lean on.

As expected, this person... probably doesn't even have the strength to stand up.

The smell in the hall was a bit unpleasant, Qi Zhao lifted his pale face and smiled at Murong Sheng, pressing his still restless stomach.

"Seventh prince, tell them to open the window!"

Murong Sheng pinched his cold palm, noncommittal, "As Xiaolin's husband, and you often take care of Jinzhang Palace, you should be able to manipulate them better than me."

Qi Zhao moved his lips and smiled helplessly.

He doesn't even have the strength to speak now, Murong Sheng can hear him, it's just because they are very close, they are almost stuck together.

Obviously, Murong Sheng refused to help him.

Agitated by the cramping pain in his stomach, his heart, which had just stabilized, also jumped up and down. Qi Zhao was silent for a while, and then he patted Murong Sheng when he felt that he could sit still, signaling him to let go of himself.

"I have something to tell you."

This man wanted to say something just now, but it was cut off by the violent vomiting. Murong Sheng embraced him, saw that his lips were turning purple, and gave him some internal energy from the back of his heart, and said nonsense: "One day is for you." Teacher, I will be a father for life, my husband is sick now, the student should take care of him personally, as for the teaching of my husband—”

The young man paused, and raised his eyebrows meaningfully, "I didn't gag you, sir, as long as you have the strength, just say it, I can hear you."

Qi Zhao choked and didn't know what to say to refute for a moment.

I didn't expect this child to have such a sharp-tongued temper after being away for many years, especially... when he meets someone he doesn't like very much.

Just like myself.

The current posture of the two of them can be described as extremely ambiguous, Murong Sheng embraced Qi Zhao, almost protecting his whole body in his arms, while Qi Zhao was so weak that he had no strength to break free from the pain.

Ten years of time... really can change a lot of things!

The child's thoughts about him back then have also...almost faded!

Thinking of this, Qi Zhao felt relieved and did not struggle.

This child has grown up, gradually becoming an adult who can take care of himself, and the embrace...is really warm!

He allowed himself to sink and indulge, but he just felt that there was not much time left. For a dying person, asking for something he has been longing for for a long time is probably... not too much, right?

With a smile on the corner of Qi Zhao's mouth, he closed his eyes, finally couldn't bear the tiredness, didn't say anything, but fell asleep instead.