sir he is sweet

Leaving from Qinghe, Murong Sheng sent Qi Zhao back to the mansion, he didn't even get in the carriage all the way, he only rode a horse and followed.

If it was usual, he would be by that person's side no matter what, even if he sat opposite each other relatively silently, he would still be very satisfied.

But today—

Qi Zhao lifted the car curtain, visually measured the distance between the two, and couldn't help but sighed.

In the end, I still blame myself.

He put down the curtain and leaned back into the carriage, feeling like vomiting from being shaken.

The wind blew for a while, and now his body was trembling unbearably, a gust of cold air surged up from his limbs and bones, making him weak all over.

Uncomfortable feelings surfaced one after another, his chest was a little stuffy, his throat was a little itchy, and he couldn't help coughing one after another.

Murong Sheng practiced martial arts, and his hearing is very good. He couldn't hear the low coughing sound in the carriage. The man's cough became more and more urgent, and he could hardly breathe. The horse, with lightness kung fu, jumped onto the carriage.

"gentlemen!"

When he opened the curtain and rushed in, even his voice was trembling.

I saw the man leaning on the side of the car wall, his thin shoulders shaking uncontrollably, covering his mouth, and coughing in a low voice.

But Murong Sheng clearly saw that between those thin white fingers, there were large patches of bright red blood oozing out.

His eyes are tearing apart.

As if sensing his panic, the man turned his face weakly, and quickly curled his lips, "I didn't..."

Before he could finish his sentence, he vomited a mouthful of blood, and his whole body softened.

"gentlemen!"

Murong Sheng can swear, he has lived for so long, and he has never been so afraid as he is now.

"Fuyi...Fuyi!"

He no longer cared what other people would think of him, and as soon as the carriage stopped, he hugged the man and jumped off. After stepping into the gate of the mansion, he shouted at the top of his voice, "Hurry up!"

After burning an incense stick, Fu Yi looked at the man who was sleeping soundly on the couch, with a face so white that it was transparent, holding his cheek in distress, and muttered: "A Sheng, I seem to have really encountered a problem."

Murong Sheng's eyelids jumped suddenly.

He has known Fuyi for ten years, and he is very aware of how obsessed this talented little girl is with medicine and drugs. The elders all said that she is a born good embryo.

But now, she says, she has a problem.

"What exactly does that mean?"

Murong Sheng felt that every word he said seemed to be squeezed out between his teeth, "Fuyi, he obviously hasn't vomited blood for a long time."

The girl nodded solemnly, "That's right, my medicine is effective, but I really want to save his life... I'm afraid it will be very difficult."

The person on the couch was only wearing a middle coat, and was buried in the bedding. There was a bleak silence on his good-looking face, and his figure became more and more frail.

Murong Sheng's face turned pale.

He thought... He thought that as long as Fu Yi was placed next to that person, it would be fine.

Could it be... he was wrong?

"What should I do?"

Murong Sheng looked at Qi Zhao in bewilderment, and there was a dead silence in his eyes, "Going back to Li Mountain, looking for your master?"

Fuyi bit her lip and held her chin, "Don't talk about that, A Sheng, I actually think... Mr. looks familiar, I seem to have seen him before."

"what?"

Murong Sheng was stunned for a moment, and then became furious: "It's business! Why are you digressing again?"

When will this girl's brain become normal?

This drink made Fuyi also stunned, blinked slowly, and said inexplicably: "This is the business! It has something to do with you!"