sir he is sweet

"His Royal Highness be careful."

Qi Zhao gathered the navy blue cloak on his body, slowly raised his eyes with warning eyes, "He is not only your father, but also the co-lord of the world."

Murong Sheng took a deep breath, and closed his mouth obediently, but the resentment in his eyes did not decrease by half.

Standing beside this person, so close to him, he realized that this person's complexion was serious, presumably it was because he didn't have a good rest recently.

"Sir, pay attention to your body. No matter what happens, it will not affect your husband."

Qi Zhao tilted his head and looked at the child coldly.

Hear the complaint hidden in these words clearly.

He couldn't help being a little amused, "Your Highness is blaming me?"

Murong Sheng turned his head away, thought for a while, took two steps back, and bowed to him: "Don't dare."

Standing beside the emperor, this person has always been an extremely unique existence, but whenever he speaks, it will have some effect on Emperor Qian...to some extent.

But he didn't say anything, he didn't do anything.

Murong Sheng took a deep breath, not daring to let himself continue thinking.

"I'll go in and see."

The young prince folded his body and stepped into the ancestral hall.

Qi Zhao didn't move, he raised his hand to support the wall, there were fine sweat stains on his forehead, and a wry smile appeared on his lips involuntarily.

He is not a magician, and he cannot predict everything and hold it in his hands.

What can I do?

The man sighed and looked up at the sky.

Days like this have to be endured day after day, unless there really is a day when someone will replace Emperor Qian and sit in that seat.

For all of them, a new world opens up.

Qi Zhao gradually became unable to stand still, so he turned his body sideways, leaning his back against the wall for support.

What happened to Qinghe's family was beyond human predictability.

At the southern end... I'm afraid it's going to get out of control.

Emperor Qian intended to transfer his own people to take over the military power, so he used the name of Rupin to deal with Qinghe's younger brother. Now the situation there is unknown, and the soldiers are ready to move. I'm afraid they are not on the same page.

Qi Zhao thought about many things.

He is used to take one step and see three steps, and make at least three plans for one thing, so as not to make mistakes, but this time, it seems that things are a little unexpected.

He has been thinking about who is suitable for this job.

Must be a pure minister, and come from a family, it is best to have someone to rely on, with an upright temperament, so that Murong Sheng can take it into his own hands.

As for how to collect it, he is actually not too worried.

That child has his own way, he can make Wen Han, who has a bitter temper, look at him differently, let alone others?

The person he chose was naturally the best in the world.

I don't know how long I stood there, until Qi Zhao felt that he couldn't stand anymore, and the door of the ancestral hall opened with a "creak".

Qinghe came out with red eyes.

Without any hesitation, she took two steps forward, knelt down on the ground, clasped her hands, and bowed deeply.

"Ask sir for help."

Qi Zhao didn't move, leaned over to help her, "Princess please stand up, don't show me such a big gift."

Qinghe raised his head, took a deep breath, and said decisively, "I can give everything I have, but please sir, help me to fulfill my wish!"

This is actually a conditional exchange.

Qi Zhao frowned, and took a look at Murong Sheng.

Murong Sheng turned his head away, avoiding his gaze.

The man didn't answer. After helping Qinghe up, he let go of his hands and sighed, "Princess, let me think again!"