sir he is sweet

Qi Zhao stood under the tree, with handsome features, tall and straight figure, with fallen branches and leaves on his shoulders, which stood out on the snow-white fox fur.

He looked at the guy who fell off the wall of his house, and then looked at the notebook in his hand, and the corners of his lips could not stop smiling.

"It's unnecessary to ask questions, it's just the words of the market."

His white and slender fingers shook the book, put it under his sleeve, and the man said slowly: "I will accept this book, Seventh Prince, please—"

Unsurprisingly, Murong Sheng stared dumbfounded.

This... received it?

He really wanted to ask this person why he accepted his book, but he was afraid that the sour content would be used as an excuse again, so he had to give up.

Go back and ask Yan Shishi for a copy!After all...he hasn't finished reading this book yet!

Really annoying!

Thinking about the business, Murong Sheng could only suppress the dissatisfaction in his heart, and followed this person into the mansion.

Asking for help naturally has to look like asking for help.

Qi Zhao kept coughing, his thin shoulders shrugged slightly, and he looked extremely chilly, which made people feel uncomfortable.

When he stepped over the threshold, he had some difficulty, his calf even knocked on the high threshold, his whole body tilted, and he almost fell down.

Murong Sheng has been following him closely, and when he saw this, he raised his hand in time to hold his arm, his heart tightened, "Sir, be careful!"

The man staggered for a moment, turned his head after standing still, and smiled slightly, "Thank you, Seventh Prince."

Obviously, this is not the case once.

Murong Sheng naturally knew that his kneecaps suffered from cold, and even after taking good care of them, he couldn't stop the old disease from recurring, and when it was severe, he couldn't even get out of the couch, especially when it was cloudy and rainy, this person suffered from bone pain all the time. Neither is safe.

Now I'm afraid I'm doing it again.

Murong Sheng frowned, seeing that it was difficult for him to lift his legs, he couldn't help persuading him: "Let me help you sir!"

Qi Zhao weighed his own state, finally nodded, a little helpless, "Please trouble the Seventh Prince."

He knocked just now, but now his calf was indeed trembling, and his knee felt weak and tingling even when he bent it. If he continued to walk in, it was inevitable that he would fall.

Murong Sheng held his arm carefully, and helped him through the corridor and into the main hall.

This man was...not like this before.

Qi Zhao's demeanor is a national scholar.

What a magnificent person back then!Even though he was plagued by illness, his temperament was still cold and arrogant, and his words and deeds revealed the coldness of rejecting others thousands of miles away.

If ten years ago, Qi Zhao would never have accepted the assistance of others, but now——

Murong Sheng's mind flashed the cold and indifferent appearance of this person outside, and then looked at his soft outline, feeling a little dazed.

It seems...something is different.

"Since Mr. is ill, he should take a good rest." Murong Sheng helped him to sit down, and by the way also sat down under him, "It's still cold, be careful if you catch the wind and cold."

The mansion is deserted and Qi Zhao likes to be quiet, so there are not many attendants. After they came in, they walked all the way to the present, and only saw a small waiter serving tea.

The man raised his eyes slightly, his dark pupils reflected Murong Sheng's energetic face, his tone was light: "The meaning of relying on the Seventh Prince is that if he is sick every day, he might not be able to go out."

Murong Sheng was dumbfounded, he didn't know which sentence offended him, he waved his hands again and again, "That's not what I meant, I..."

"Seventh prince's intention, just tell me straight!"

The man squinted his eyes, put down the teacup, and rolled up his sleeves.