sir he is sweet

Qi Zhao stopped, supported the door frame with his hands, leaned over, and looked at Fuyi from afar.

The handsome man smiled slightly, his face seemed to be plated with a layer of gold, soft and elegant, "Girl, relying on your competitive spirit, if I die in front of you, won't I become the first doctor in your career?" Failure?"

He was born in a very good way, and under deliberate effort, it is only common to confuse people's minds.

Fuyi was really stunned, his mind was in chaos.

"Oh...it seems to make sense."

Many years later, Fuyi still often thinks of that man's smile at that time. The black-haired man in plain robes, when facing the word death, is so calm and shocking.

Later, Fu Yi kindly experienced the seven emotions and suffered all the sufferings of the world, only then did he truly understand the meaning of that look.

He already had a will to die.

It turns out——

He didn't care about his body, because from the very beginning, he never thought about being alive.

Oh my god... it looks like it's time for a change.

The days passed day by day, the summer was scorching, and it passed by in a flash, and soon fell into autumn, and the court was glued to each other, and it never stopped.

When night fell, Murong Sheng sat on the roof drinking.

He swings his legs, thinking about floating——

I thought about many things.

"Why do you come here for a drink?"

A voice came from beside him, the wine jar in his hand was touched, and Murong Sheng looked at him with a smile in the blink of an eye.

He hesitated for a moment, paused, and called softly.

"Brother Zi Yao."

The general in Tsing Yi lifted the hem of his robe, looked at Murong Sheng sitting down, smiled slightly, and took a big sip of wine, "Don't worry, everything is up to me."

Murong Sheng withdrew his gaze, looked at the sky from a distance, and sighed.

"This time, thank you for being involved in this turmoil."

The Yan family used to be pure ministers. After two generations of emperors, they never participated in party disputes, and had nothing to do with them.

This time, he wanted to go to the southern border for Murong Sheng to guard the frontier and take over the power. After this incident, regardless of success or failure, I am afraid that in the future, he will no longer have the qualification to be alone.

"Don't say that," Yan Nan shook his head and said with a smile: "It is everyone's responsibility to serve the country. I have been taught by my father and grandfather since I was a child, and I have striven to become a leader of the country like them one day." Humerus."

He turned his head, his eyes were gentle, "Thanks to you, I have such a chance."

Murong Sheng stared fixedly at him, and couldn't help but feel grateful in his heart.

Behind him... There are always many people who protect and support him unconditionally.

"But this time, it's dangerous. On the battlefield, swords have no eyes, and life and death are hard to judge. I'm afraid my sister-in-law... is to blame for me!"

Thinking of this, Murong Sheng felt a little sad again, turned his head away slightly, and drank a big mouthful of wine.

He has been in a state of disarray lately. After tranced guessing, many times he can't suppress the boredom of tearing himself apart. Fighting for power and position... It really is a very labor-intensive thing.

"She understands." Yan Nan patted Murong Sheng's shoulder with a serious expression, "Little aunt and her mother were also close friends in boudoir, don't think too much, she won't mind."

According to the rumors, the Yan family has been loyal and good for generations, and all the descendants, whether male or female, are capable of writing and martial arts, and have noble personalities.

It really is not bad.

This made Murong Sheng couldn't help but think, if the mother concubine, aunt, and brother Huang could live to this day, what a magnificent scene it would be.