sir he is sweet

Under Qi Zhao's threat, Lu Xinghe could only describe what he saw in detail.

"Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-so-so-so-so-so-so-so-so-so-so-so-so-so-so-so-so-so-so-so"

Lu Xing got his freedom together, rubbed his old waist and stared at the man on the couch.

The man clutched his stomach and coughed a little. Although he took medicine, his face was still frighteningly pale.

"Don't spit, that's a good intention."

Lu Xinghe curled his lips and began to make sarcastic remarks.

The man coughed and couldn't help laughing.

"Cough...cough cough...you go and see him."

Pale and long fingers clutched the corners of his clothes, layers of folds formed between his fingers, Qi Zhao raised his head with a forbearance, the light in his eyes gradually dimmed.

"Does it have to be like this?"

Seeing this, Lu Xinghe couldn't bear to say anything more, "Can't you tell him everything you have done for him?"

The man propped himself on the bed, half lying on one side, coughing intermittently.

"Cough...is it useful?"

He was holding a hairpin in his hand, and his black ink hair fell down and covered his whole body.

"Right now, the capital looks peaceful, but in reality, the tide is raging. To that child, feelings are just a burden."

He... even more so.

Lu Xinghe shook his head, "But the Seventh Prince is clearly interested in you, if you hang on to him like this, you are not afraid that one day you will offend him and turn around and bite you back?"

Hearing this, the man beside the couch laughed again.

He didn't say anything more, endured it for a long time, the nausea finally subsided, and then he sat up and woke up.

"This is not something you need to care about, Xinghe, go and see him for me!"

"He has injuries on his body. I'm afraid he won't last long, and he will leave a hole for those people."

Lu Xinghe had no choice but to pack his things and go to the palace to be on duty.

He didn't have such a big face as Qi Zhao, who said he would ask for leave.

After the room became silent again, Qi Zhao sat in front of the mirror and slowly combed and washed his hair.

Use that hairpin and that old jade crown to tie it.

He has always had a consistent temperament, likes sweets, is afraid of hardship, and is afraid of cold.

It has been like this for decades.

Life is as thin as paper. He is an abandoned person in this world. There is no difference between living and dead.

But that kid—

It was that child who made him feel for the first time that life seemed to have warmth.

It turns out that being loved and being cared about is such a strange feeling.

Qi Zhao's pale lips couldn't help but smile.

After tidying up, he tilted his head slightly, exposing his slender neck, and his tone was as soft as a whisper.

"Go... help Lu Xinghe and reveal the matter to Long Live Lord."

In this palace, there is another commotion.

With a long sigh, he rested his pale fingers on the edge of the desk, propped himself up slightly, and walked outside.

The steps are slow, but light and slow, one step after another, steadily.

It was a bit lively, and he couldn't be absent.

Although Qi Zhao couldn't remember exactly how violent it was during the attack, he still knew his own body. Now he only needs to imagine the child's cut open and blood stained half of his clothes, the anger in his heart I couldn't help but float up.

The blood debt is paid in blood, and the people he protects are hurt, and they... all have to pay the price.

The next day, in the 33rd year of Taiping, on the seventh day of February, three silver villages in the western suburbs of Kyoto collapsed overnight.

The people inside were all killed by cutting their throats. One move was fatal without leaving any evidence.