sir he is sweet

After the pasta is served, the aroma suddenly comes out, the soup is poured, and the green onion and coriander are sprinkled on the outside. The smell alone is enough to make your index finger move.

Murong Sheng stayed in Li Mountain for ten years, and he also wandered around the foot of the mountain, wandering in the market for a few days, but the food in Kyoto...is different from other places.

There is a familiar long-lost meaning.

Murong Sheng thought that he would be very unfamiliar with many things in Kyoto after ten years of absence, but when he ate this bowl of simple beef noodles, he suddenly felt that everything was actually there.

He has never left, if he insists on describing it, he just returned from a long journey.

"I met Mr. when I was very young," Murong Lin ate his noodles with a smile, dignified and elegant, and completely followed Qi Zhao's etiquette, worthy of being his first-hand teacher. "Mr. It’s just like this, it’s just that I came back from the outside last time... I seem to have suffered a serious injury, and it’s been repeated since then, and I’m very sick.”

His position in the palace was awkward, his biological mother worshiped Buddha all day long, she was insane when she had an illness, her biological father and imperial grandmother died young, and the emperor's grandfather could not say anything bad to him, but it was really not that hardworking, he only asked a few words during the holidays.

It was Mr. who went to his Jinzhang Palace and asked him if he wanted to be a teacher. From then on, he would be taught to read and write.

Since then, Jinzhang Palace has been sheltered.

In fact, he didn't know why the gentleman who was so blessed by heaven loved Jinzhang Palace so much, until——

Uncle Seven is back.

His eyebrows and eyes are the most similar to the Seventh Emperor's Uncle, even the slightly raised arcs at the end of the eyes are so similar, it's no wonder that the husband always stares at him in a daze.

Murong Sheng lowered his eyes and ate slowly, with a complicated look on his face.

"Seriously injured? About when?"

The young boy frowned and thought for a while, "Hmm... well, more than four years ago!"

At that time, although he was young, but because he was born in the royal family and the situation was unusual, his temperament was beyond the sensitivity of ordinary people. The only thing that was kind to him was his husband, and he remembered it properly.

Murong Sheng frowned, a little dazed.

Something seems to pass between the thoughts, but it's so fast that people can't really catch it.

The noodles were delicious, but he suddenly lost his appetite.

"It's really delicious," Murong Sheng glanced at the booth opposite, and smiled slightly, "Xiao Lin, you're right."

Ten years away from Beijing, he missed too many things, now, he wants to get back the same thing after another.

To enter into the turbulent power vortex, seek high positions, and control the direction of the wind, then since then, no one will——

Can influence his decision.

Qi Zhao must be his.

The young heart has already formed an indelible obsession in the long-term fermenting of longing. The more you can't get it, the more you want it.

Imprisonment and love are born from the same source and grow rapidly.

Murong Sheng looked around and saw the crowds of people around, bustling and bustling, and the pale and frail face of that person appeared in his mind, so he couldn't help laughing very lightly.

It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter.

From then on, he will slowly pry open the door of that person's heart, protect him, indulge him, make him indulge in it, break his wings, and let him have no more thoughts.

He must be his.

After eating, Murong Sheng shook his handkerchief, wiped the corners of his mouth gracefully, and said to the young boy opposite: "Let's go! Send you back to the palace."

"what……"

"Uncle Qihuang, didn't you promise me to play for a few more days? Why... why did you send me back so soon..."