sir he is sweet

Qi Zhao knew that he had slept for a long time this time.

After a long time in the palace, the decree came, and Emperor Qian's close attendant brought the imperial physician to treat him.

"Don't bother, I will personally enter the palace to meet the saint later."

He stepped on the cold floor with bare feet, his plain clothes were loose, his face was pale, and he looked as cold as a god.

"Yes, yes, the servant will return to the palace first to report."

No one dared to neglect the celebrity beside Emperor Qian. The attendants laughed and walked away with the unfamiliar imperial physician.

The man was sitting in front of the desk, his jet-black hair fell down and covered his thin shoulders, making his whole figure look more and more thin and thin.

His slender and white fingers caressed the scroll beside the desk, he frowned, and when he raised his eyes, he saw Fuyi's back in a hurry, and slightly bent his lips, "Girl, I don't have strength in my hands, come and help me tie my hair ,May I?"

The girl bit her lip, looked at Qi Zhao worriedly, and nodded.

She has a pure mind and usually cannot hide her emotions, so Qi Zhao will soon be able to detect her.

The man handed over the close-fitting hairpin, motioning her to use it, and then said casually, "Where is your Highness?"

He remembered that before losing consciousness, the last thing he saw was Murong Sheng's worried face.

"A Sheng has entered the palace," the little girl didn't know that she was being tricked, and immediately replied: "Well...he said earlier that it seems that he has received some errand and is going to the west."

"I still have to leave the southern border and go to Miaojiang."

Qi Zhao's eyelids twitched violently.

How delicate is his mind... He only needs to listen to the first half of a sentence to know what Murong Sheng wants to do.

Is that kid crazy?

Amidst the ups and downs of his mood, the man coughed violently, supported his body with his forearm, and leaned to one side, his thin white wrist kept trembling, the blood vessels on it were black and blue, and within a moment, he vomited a mouthful of blood.

"gentlemen!"

Fuyi who tied his hair was startled, called out suddenly, raised his hand, and sealed his chest hole.

"Sir, worrying too much is not good for your body."

The accumulated blood vomited out, and Qi Zhao panted weakly, feeling a lot more relaxed. He folded the handkerchief to wipe off the blood stains on the corners of his lips, and warmly smiled at Fu Yi, "Don't bother, girl, you should Clearly, I don't have long to live."

Fuyi's eyes widened in surprise, and he repeatedly argued, "No... no way! There must be a way!"

She pursed her mouth, lowered her voice, a little aggrieved, "You saved me and taught me how to tame beasts... I really learned it too. That ferocious big white tiger is already mine."

"is it?"

The man coughed lowly, his eyes curved into a smile, and he didn't hesitate to praise himself, "It's amazing."

"I want to save you."

The girl blinked her eyes, her eyes were pure and kind, revealing a paper-like clarity, "Sir, you saved me, and I owe you my life, not to mention...you are Ah Sheng's sweetheart, I won't let you just like this." Dead!"

She clenched her fists and talked to herself as if promising.

"Sweetie—"

These childish words made Qi Zhao laugh, and his face was stunned, "How old are you, how do you know what your sweetheart means?"

It's just a teenage child, still childish, but innocent and cute.

"I'm entering the palace, girl." Not long after, Qi Zhao straightened his robe, stood up with the edge of the table, his steps were flabbergasted, "in the future, you can go back to your highness!"

Fuyi jumped up, chased him a few steps, pointed at himself incredulously, and said with a trembling voice, "Sir... are you trying to drive me away?"