sir he is sweet

Qi Zhao stood with his hands behind his back, a thick cloak covering his shoulders, his eyebrows were gentle and graceful.

He turned his head and said with a smile: "More than a month ago, my highness was injured in the western suburbs. Although the people who injured him have all gone down below, the culprit has not been punished. Bureau, okay?"

Although the words and sentences of the discussion were audible and the tone did not mean to allow people to refuse at all.

If it was someone else, even if he had a hundred guts, he wouldn't dare to talk to Wen Han like that, but this person is Qi Zhao.

Qi Zhao——

"Your highness?"

Wen Han frowned, not paying attention to the matter proposed by the other party, but carefully chewing on this strange title, "Sir and the Seventh Prince—"

"It doesn't matter."

Qi Zhao interrupted him, still with a smile on his lips, "It doesn't need to have anything to do with it, but... under the whole world, I will never allow anyone to hurt him."

This is the second time in more than ten years that Wen Han has seen the frost in Qi Zhao's eyes.

the first time--

It was time to drive Murong Sheng away from the capital and enter Lishan as his disciple.

In the light of the calcium carbide fire, he suddenly understood Qi Zhao's thoughts.

Probably a little affectionate, it can't be said.

Wen Han suddenly calmed down, looked around sideways, and didn't give an answer for a while.

But Murong Sheng laughed loudly in his mind.

"Brother, it's still cold, you should add an extra coat when you come out."

Wen Han remembered the warmth of the robe falling on his shoulders, curled the corners of his lips in the long silence, and said "OK" softly.

"Sir, you are talented. If you want to make a move, I must cooperate."

The cane hit the ground and made a small sound. Qi Zhao was not surprised by the warm and cold reaction. His slender fingers bent slightly and tapped on the marble railing made of white marble.

"Go! Long live is waiting for you."

Wen Han turned his head and took a deep look over, the emotion in his eyes changed obviously.

Qi Zhao... is definitely not as imaginatively wanting nothing, what he said is to put himself in the turmoil properly, and he is going to take a trip into this muddy water.

It's a big taboo to be an emperor's guest minister, and it's impossible for Qi Zhao not to understand this.

Then what can make him like this... probably only the word love.

Since ancient times, the most unavoidable thing is this level.

Wen Han shook his head, propped up his cane, and stepped into the hall step by step.

The future is unpredictable, but in many cases, it is still necessary to try our best to reverse it with manpower.

Qi Zhao closed his eyes, the smile on his lips remained undiminished, coughed a few times, and turned to enter the palace.

But suddenly a familiar voice came from behind.

"gentlemen."

Qi Zhao paused, stopped and turned his head, looking at the dusty young prince, his eyes softened, "Your Highness."

He looked at Murong Sheng who had lost a lot of weight, paused, and asked with concern: "Is the injury on your Highness healed?"

Murong Sheng nodded, "There is no problem at all, Imperial Physician Lu is extremely skilled in medicine, sir knows it."

When Qi Zhao heard the words, he couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

No matter how superb his medical skills are, he can't stop this guy from messing around.

Of course Murong Sheng didn't know what this man was thinking, but what he was thinking was far from the other person.

He was looking at the crown on Qi Zhao's head, and... the jade hairpin.

Qi Zhao brought a jade hairpin that he had never seen before, and it was still very familiar.

With his hard work, the memories of the past surfaced little by little. This hairpin was also carved by him.

Of course, he was the one who carved it, but he didn't give it to Qi Zhao, but broke it angrily before leaving Beijing.

They all appeared on Qi Zhao.