sir he is sweet

After Fuyi left, Murong Sheng wrapped Qi Zhao's thin body with a fairly clean brocade quilt, took a low breath, and went to look at Lu Xinghe solemnly.

On the bed, there were faint wet stains.

Lu Xinghe was silent for a while, then shook his head with a wry smile: "Seventh prince, actually that girl Fuyi...is no less skilled than me, and what she said is not all false."

Murong Sheng was startled.

"You mean, sir, he—"

"maybe."

Lu Xinghe shook his head, interrupted Murong Sheng, paused, hesitated, "To be honest, I don't know."

This person's physical condition has never been under his control.

Murong Sheng frowned at him.

"What do you mean?"

Even Lu Xinghe's medical skills couldn't save him?

Lu Xinghe chuckled, pointed outside, "Hurry up! If it's too late, he's going to catch a cold."

Obviously he doesn't want to talk about it.

Murong Sheng didn't ask any more questions, and carefully protected the person in his arms to stand up and go to Tangchi.

But when he walked to the door, another sentence popped up from behind him, "If you rely on me to judge, the year Qi Zhao loses half of his internal energy is basically tantamount to death."

Murong Sheng paused, knowing that there was something in the words, Lu Xinghe reminded himself in private, but he couldn't say it clearly, so he didn't bother him immediately, and immediately rushed to Tangchi with him in his arms.

For more than ten years, this was the first time he was so close to Qi Zhao.

He tested the temperature of the water, jumped down into the soup pool, cleaned the two of them, then sank down a little while protecting the man's crooked neck, adjusted his posture for him, leaned against the edge of the pool, and carefully cleaned his body.

The man is tall and thin, with fair skin. Due to his frail body and lack of health, his skin is not very radiant, revealing a sickly gloomy look.

But it is still as bright as jade, extraordinarily delicate and beautiful.

He was in a coma, so naturally he didn't know how bright his body looked under such circumstances, Murong Sheng was carefully cleaning up the stains on his body, while taking a peek at the spring light.

In the end, he didn't do anything, and obediently washed the man's hair.

The knees were still slightly swollen, but the flesh was deflated and slightly reddened. It looked much better than before, and after soaking in the soup pool, the man's brows relaxed a bit, which was obviously beneficial.

Murong Sheng leaned over, stretched out his index finger cautiously, and sketched his facial features, his waist showed confusion.

This person - eyebrows, eyes, nose and lips, passing by in a flash, delicate and attractive.

Qi Zhao, what have you experienced in the past ten years?Why did he lose half of his internal strength and almost... lose his life?

Why is your body so poor?

What are you hiding from me?And why...you have to hide it from me?

There are too many mysteries.

Now Murong Sheng's foundation in the capital is still unstable, so he doesn't dare to get too close to Qi Zhao, and can only get close to him within a reasonable range, but this is naturally far from enough for him.

He has liked this man for more than ten years, and he has been bewitched by this man since he was a child, and his mind has been seduced. Now that he has grown into a young man in charge of his own affairs, his thoughts on this man have never changed.

"Sir—"

Murong Sheng hugged him secretly, turned his head away, and muttered to himself in a very low voice: "When will I be able to stand beside you openly and shoulder to shoulder with you?"

Also, if you love this person openly and aboveboard, you don't have to hide and hide for fear of letting anyone know.