sir he is sweet

The intention of coming is naturally very obvious.

Murong Sheng has been away for ten years, and he doesn't know much about the twists and turns of the capital, so this time, this errand is naturally extremely hot.

"Sir, who is well versed in the affairs of the world, must know where to start."

He is very confident in Qizhao's skills. This person entered the capital a few years ago and got the favor of Emperor Qian. No matter how old Emperor Qian is now, he was also a wise and powerful emperor who created a prosperous age when he was young. , should be clear.

The man held the teacup, his eyes were cold, as if he was not surprised by Murong Sheng's arrival, he only thought for a moment before he said lightly: "There are many ways to do it, but I don't know how the Seventh Prince will do it."

He has gone out, and now he is extremely tired, his body is stretched to the extreme, and it is almost difficult to sit upright, and the wrist holding the white porcelain tea cup can't stop trembling slightly.

Murong Sheng was silent for a moment, and answered four words, "Uprooted."

Now that I have accepted the errand, no matter what, I have to do it beautifully, not to mention that once this matter is over, I will be able to receive the love and affection of the courtiers.

Murong Sheng figured it out clearly in his heart, this matter was not easy, he was afraid that he would pull out a large group of people, Emperor Qian would not waste his mind on this a long time ago, and left it to the juniors, he would be happy and carefree.

To do things with an iron fist, young princes must come.

Qi Zhao coughed a few times with difficulty, pressed his fingers against his heart, and smiled from the corner of his lips.

"As expected... as I expected, His Highness the Seventh Prince is still a little anxious."

He put down the teacup, put his jade-like fingers on one side, and slowly raised himself up, "Come with me!"

Murong Sheng didn't know what he was going to do, but when he saw that he was struggling to hold on, he also knew that his knee had an old injury, something happened, so he strode over to support his arm.

He was very measured, neither impolite nor too close, and kept a proper distance, and because of this, it was difficult for Qi Zhao to refuse.

When the court values ​​education, it respects teachers very much, and so does the royal nobles. Thinking of this, Qi Zhao felt at ease to accept such courtesy and care.

Behind is the study room, there is not much decoration inside, simple and elegant, simple and gentle, just like him.

Murong Sheng saw that he was struggling to hold on, when he crossed the threshold, he couldn't help stretching out his arms, wrapping around his back, and supporting him to pass this way.

It's not proper etiquette, it's really too intimate, but Murong Sheng let go quickly, as soon as he stepped in, he backed away half a step, causing Qi Zhao's body to sway, before he could think too much, he burst out laughing.

He didn't know where his arrogance in the palace had gone before, but now he put on a self-denying and courteous appearance, making people unbearably insulted.

Qi Zhao swayed, knocked on the door unexpectedly, and felt a sharp pain in his lower back. He was so excited that he couldn't straighten up for a while, covered his lips, and coughed in a muffled voice.

His body was supposed to rest when he came back from going out, but this time he was interrupted by Murong Sheng, after holding on for so long, he became fatigued.

Seeing that he was so weak that he couldn't even stand firmly, Murong Sheng couldn't bear the etiquette of teachers and students, so he went straight up, embraced him, and helped him to rest on the soft chair.

"Cough...cough..."

Fortunately, unlike last time, although Qi Zhao coughed badly, he didn't cough up any blood, so Murong Sheng heaved a sigh of relief and patted his back lightly for him.

But he heard the man say something in a hoarse throat.

"Your Highness Seventh, thank the little girl beside you for me."