sir he is sweet

Murong Sheng never thought that Qi Zhao could force him to find him in Prince Ning's mansion.

At that time, he was drinking with Yan Nan, talking and laughing happily, very happy.

What I drank was the Peach Blossom Drunk that everyone in the Yan family can brew. It was full-bodied, low in alcohol and not very intoxicating.

The two chatted about a lot of things. From childhood to adulthood, they talked about everything like family treasures. Although their respective growth processes were different, their personalities were very similar.

Yan Nan said that he used to be very envious of his elder brother's demeanor. His elder brother taught him horseback riding, archery and bow hunting.

"Since the eldest brother passed away, the Yan family has lost support, and the momentum is indeed not very good."

"Asheng, from now on, all the hopes of our Yan family rest on you."

Originally the most prestigious clan, but due to the successive deaths of the former empress, Murong Sheng's mother, and even the eldest prince, it gradually showed a trend of decline.

Although Mr. Yan is highly respected, he is already old. The younger generation has talents, but they are afraid of them due to various pasts and cannot display them.

If it wasn't for Murong Sheng's tampering with this encounter, it would still be impossible for him to be tasked with going to the south.

Hearing this, Murong Sheng nodded, accepted Yan Nan's glass of wine, drank it all in one gulp, and solemnly agreed, "I will live up to my promise."

Yan Qi stayed outside, knowing that no one could stop Qi Zhao, so he hurried inside to report to his master.

"Master, master! Mister is here!"

Murong Sheng paused holding Bai Ci Xiaozhan's hand, suspecting that he had misheard.

"Who?"

He frowned and turned his head, confused.

"Mister...it's sir! Mister's martial arts are so powerful, we can't stop him, he...he just came here!"

Yan Qi practiced lightness kung fu all the way, he was out of breath when he ran, and he was out of breath when he said a word.

Murong Sheng here was completely dumbfounded.

Ah... aha?

Mr. what... Martial arts are high-strength?Coming aggressively?

He was suddenly a little confused, and he didn't turn his head around for a while, "Why is the master so good at martial arts..."

In the middle of the conversation, he stopped abruptly, most of the wine sobered up.

During this period of time, he has been avoiding Qi Zhao, not only did he not step into the Qi mansion, even entering and leaving the palace, he avoided that person according to the time.

How exquisite that man is, with the imperial decree, how can he not know what he is doing?

Before Murong Sheng finished his daze, Qi Zhao arrived.

Probably because of his genuine anger, the man's face was not as pale as usual, his cheeks were a little rosy, and even his lips were a little bloody.

He was wearing a thin white robe, standing with his hands behind his back, the skirts of his clothes rustling in the wind, his brows were clear and handsome, and his demeanor was outstanding. Just standing here was unparalleled elegance.

"gentlemen!"

Murong Sheng let out an exclamation, turned over and got up, and practiced lightness kung fu, directly crossed the lotus pond and went straight to the other shore.

The man stood upright, with unconcealable anger in his eyes. Seeing the young prince rushing towards him, he managed to suppress his anger, and raised his eyes to look at the rest of Yan Nan.

When entering King Ning's mansion late at night, there must be something important, Yan Nan is naturally sensible, so she immediately got up and said goodbye, leaving space for them.

Where could Murong Sheng care about other things, he immediately took the cloak handed over by the servant and wrapped it up for the man without any explanation, with an eager look on his face, "Sir, you don't have much internal energy left, you need to protect your heart, how can you move?"

The man didn't move, let him toss, only lowered his eyebrows slightly, his eyelashes cast a blue shadow on his porcelain-white delicate face, he smiled lightly when he heard the words, and his tone contained anger, "Your Highness, Cao Min is still here!" It’s not impossible to be like that.”