sir he is sweet

It has been a while since I returned to Futu City.

Now Guxiang and our court have signed a peace agreement, and the little princess Guxiang is engaged to Emperor Feng, and she will enter the court and get married as soon as she arrives.

The borders of the two dynasties were wide open to communicate with each other, and businessmen came and went across the border without fear.

On the day when Qi Zhao woke up, Murong Sheng received a message, rushed out like crazy, and never came back.

The two intersected, and neither of them saw the other.

"what happened?"

The man half leaned on the couch, frowning wearily.

His face was still pale, but the black air surrounding his eyebrows had dissipated, and he was no longer the same as before, like a dying person.

After sleeping for too long, his body functions degenerated to a certain extent, and he was weak even when he raised his arms.

"Just... I don't really know."

Lu Xinghe blinked, "But the high priest has come to Futu, you can ask her."

Now that the two realms are peaceful, there are no taboos as before, and Yuanniang has indeed lived up to expectations, further developing the Priest Temple, making it completely above the royal family.

Qi Zhao closed his eyes and moved his bloodless lips, "Well... tell me what happened during this period."

In fact, the last words he heard before losing consciousness made him understand that all his calculations were interrupted.

Trapped in the situation, but unable to extricate themselves, unable to change.

In the end, it was Murong Sheng who won the game and won.

And he——probably lost in the soft-hearted one.

After listening to Lu Xinghe's description of the current situation outside, Qi Zhao still had no expression on his face. He slowly opened his palm and carefully looked at the lines on it.

Suddenly, he lowered his eyes, "You said that His Highness received a message and ran out in a hurry?"

Lu Xinghe didn't understand, so he slowly recalled: "Ah... yes! That's how it is."

Qi Zhao coughed softly, thoughtfully.

Yuanniang came very quickly. When she heard that he had woken up, she hurried over. As soon as she entered the door, she hurried over, with a nervous expression on her face, "Master...how are you feeling, master?"

This made Qi Zhao feel puzzled, "Huh?"

How about what?

"Something happened to Wang Jun! I'm afraid you will be implicated too," Yuanniang said anxiously, "It's fine...it's fine."

The man raised his head, his eyes were calm, "The King Gu has been solved."

"what?"

Yuan Niang was stunned.

Solution... solved?

Is the King Gu solved like this?

Qi Zhao stared at his palm, was silent for a moment, thought carefully, "Yuan Niang."

"Subordinates are here."

Yuanniang half-kneeled in front of the couch, looking up.

Even though she is now an extremely human minister who almost holds the authority of the entire Guxiang, in front of Qi Zhao, Yuanniang still follows the old habit of treating him as her master.

"Where's Fuyi?"

Yuanniang was a little dazed, "Fuyi...he's in the Priest's Temple! He was fine when I came here!"

"When did you come?"

Qi Zhao looked at her indifferently.

"Just... the day before the Seventh Prince left."

Qi Zhao frowned, that is to say...she didn't know what happened to Gu Xiang.

"What about Yan Eleven, Yan Twelve and Yan Qi?"

"It seems that I went to Guxiang with the Seventh Prince."

After a long while, Qi Zhao had broken the suppression of internal energy, and after running for a week with internal energy, he regained some strength, "Prepare the carriage and go back to Guxiang."

He simply took care of himself, tied his hair and put on his clothes, and looked at himself in the mirror in the unprepared space outside.

His complexion was a little pale, and he couldn't really see it.

But at this time, it seems that he can't care so much.

Qi Zhao set off immediately and returned to Guxiang.

The king's Gu has been released, and the protection of Guxiang Priest Temple has completely disappeared. As the previous high priest, all his halos have disappeared.

After so many years of hard work, all that fate left him was a dilapidated body.

But he felt unreasonably relaxed.

It was his lifelong wish, and it was something he... had never been free of, not a day since his fate had been tied to that person all those years ago to be himself.

Finally... Now it is a complete Qi Zhao, Sima Zhao and He have long since disappeared completely in this world.

Entering the boundary of ancient Xiang, everyone knew that the death bell of the royal palace rang twelve times, and the king... died.

Qi Zhao coughed violently.

Without the blessing of the Priest Temple, even in Guxiang, he could hardly support himself.

After so many years, his body was already at the end of its strength. If it wasn't for the merman bone that Fuyi accidentally obtained could hang his life, then now...he would have died a long time ago.

"Wang Jun... what's going on!"

He lifted the curtain and looked outside.

When Yuanniang heard the movement, she reined in her horse, moved closer to the carriage, and said in a low voice: "Master, although I haven't used your blood these years, but because of the King Gu, your blood has been restrained, and your life has been divided in half with the king. Therefore, although Wang Jun is lingering on the sick bed, and has been dying for a long time, he has been hanging for his life, so..."

"So once the King Gu is released, the lifespan he had already exhausted can no longer keep him."

Qi Zhao answered with a low cough.

"It's... that's the truth."

Yuanniang blinked, seeing that her master's expression was not good, she didn't dare to say anything, she obediently retracted her neck.

Hmm...cough.

It is better not to touch the mildew that should not be touched.

It was obvious that everyone was not blind. It could be seen that Qi Zhao's mood dropped instantly, and no one dared to speak to provoke him.

What everyone didn't expect was that there were even bigger things waiting for them when they returned to the Temple of Priests.

Fuyi died.

Murong Sheng buried her outside the temple for priests and set up a monument, and has been here to accompany her for the past few days.

Occasionally, he would leave for half a day, go to a nearby tavern to get drunk, and live the day in a daze.

He thought, if he had firmly tied that girl back at the beginning, wouldn't it...wouldn't have ended like this?

Fuyi sacrificed himself to the formation, lured the King Gu out, and killed him. Only then did Qi Zhao's restraint be completely released, allowing him to regain his freedom.

When Murong Sheng rushed over, he also saw Fu Yi's handwritten letter.

She said that she doesn't complain to anyone, and she is very lucky in this life. Finally, she devotes herself to what she is obsessed with and succeeds, which is her end and wish.

She is happy and content.

The last letter was handed over to Murong Sheng by Rong Yun. After they left the southern border, Rong Yun went back and forth between Futu and Guxiang, accompanying Fuyi.

"Feel sorry."

A familiar voice with a low cough came from behind.

Murong Sheng froze and didn't move, but Rong Yun got up and saluted Qi Zhao.

"gentlemen."

The climate in Guxiang is warm, and the man in front of him is tall and straight, with a handsome face, covered with a thick cloak, walking slowly.

The appearance is correct, the eyebrows and eyes are picturesque.

"Well," he nodded at Rong Yun, leaned over slightly, put his palm on Murong Sheng's shoulder, and repeated with a low sigh, "Sorry, Your Highness."