sir he is sweet

Although what Fu Yi said was very vague, Qi Zhao's physical condition was clearly laid out in front of the two of them.

But neither of them mentioned it very tacitly.

The man was still coughing intermittently, and his face was pale. He heard Murong Sheng's words, and his expression showed a little bit of embarrassment.

Take Fuyi?

He hesitated for a moment, "There are no female relatives in my house."

Murong Sheng blinked, and continued to plead sincerely, "Although this girl is a bit skinny, she has a sense of propriety and won't cause trouble."

Qi Zhao was silent, a little inconceivable.

Won't... cause trouble?That's too hospital, who did it?

"OK then!"

Being entangled so helplessly by Murong Sheng, he finally complied reluctantly.

It can be seen that the relationship between the two of them is very unusual, no matter how willful Fu Yi is, when Murong Sheng reprimanded him, he would honestly dare not respond.

Just like a wilting rabbit.

It felt really good to leave Fuyi's troubles in Qi's mansion. When leaving, Murong Sheng turned to look at the plaque on the gate of the mansion, and compared the vigorous pen and ink on it with the attack on the roster in his arms. , I feel that person...is weaker than ten years ago.

He even lost his strength in the gentle strokes of his pen, and even the girl Fuyi said that it was difficult to cure. What happened to that person's physical condition?

And again...why come here?

After thinking for a long time, Murong Sheng finally regained his composure, turned and left.

Forget it, this time——

Everything is his.

The situation in Kyoto is about to rise.

No matter how turbulent the court is, the common people still live their own lives, working at sunrise and resting at sunset, in a hurry and happily.

"Old man."

There is a not-so-small restaurant in Linhu. Due to the large number of diners and the low prices, it is always overcrowded in the evening, bustling with people and very lively.

The lights were suddenly turned on, and the common people worked for a day, and now they had just rested, and they brought their young children out with them.

In the noisy crowd, a man stepped in.

The man's face was astonishing and handsome, and he still didn't look a little bit inferior in the night. He was wearing a black robe and wrapped in a somewhat thick cloak, which made his figure even more slender, dignified and elegant.

He nodded slightly, greeted the old father and daughter performing arts in the corner, and stepped up to the private seat on the second floor.

Throat was a little hoarse when he spoke.

"There is still a while before the stage, come and have a seat!"

The father and daughter came from fleeing famine, and no one took them in when they arrived in the capital. They happened to be met by Qi Zhao, and they heard that they could sing some ditties, so they found such an errand for him in this restaurant, so that they could earn a meal. eat.

"You Niang, don't be dazed for now, and come on stage after paying a visit to benefactor."

The old man had a lame leg and was walking on crutches with some difficulty. You Niang supported him and went up to the second floor together to greet Qi Zhao in the private seat.

"I've seen my benefactor."

You Niang was quite pretty, and when she saw such a magnificent person as Qi Zhao, she was shy and timid, like a peach blossom in full bloom.

In this world, how could anyone not be tempted by someone like Qi Zhao?

"Sir, why did she call you benefactor?"

A crisp voice sounded, and it was only in this way that the two realized that Qi Zhao, who was usually alone, now brought a beautiful girl with him.

The girl held her chin, took the tea poured by Qi Zhao, grinned, and drank it unceremoniously, while drinking it while commenting, "Your stomach is cold, you can't drink this tea, you should use plain water!"