sir he is sweet

Murong Sheng is bound to win the trip to the south.

It's just that Qi Zhao's physical condition is really bad, but in just a few days, there is a vague situation of running out of oil and lamps.

He stayed in Prince Ning's Mansion every day, waking up from sleep, drowsy, and occasionally talking in his sleep as if frightened, uttering some vague words.

From those broken words, Murong Sheng vaguely guessed a little bit of this person's past.

He seems to have been hit hard, and he has a laissez-faire and hopeless attitude towards all kinds of things in life, every word and every word, without ambition.

Murong Sheng was terrified when he heard it.

But later, gradually, Qi Zhao also whispered some other things.

For example - Your Highness.

"Your Highness...dangerous!"

"Come on..."

At this time, Murong Sheng would hug him and gently pat him to coax him.

"There is no danger, sir. I am safe."

"I'm safe, everything is fine, don't worry, sir."

He persuaded softly, and kissed the man's forehead from time to time to smooth the tense muscles and throbbing tendons of the man's body, which barely calmed his nightmare.

When Qinghe came to look for him, he happened upon this scene.

Because she belonged to the royal family, she was no longer allowed to wear linen and filial piety after the mourning period. She only wore a plain robe, no makeup, and her eyes were haggard.

"Shh... be quiet."

Murong Sheng saw that Qi Zhao's eyelids moved slightly, as if he had not been awakened by a start, and fell into a deep sleep, so he was slightly relieved, pointed outside, "Let's go out and talk."

He quickly straightened his robe, got up with a flick of his sleeves, and followed Qinghe outside.

"Are you going to the south?"

Qinghe sighed, turned around, with a solemn expression, "Asheng, this trip is dangerous, have you really thought about it?"

Murong Sheng hugged his shoulders, leaned against the door frame, and couldn't help laughing, "Yeah."

He turned his head, glanced at the sky, and suddenly sighed, "Mister once said that his hometown is in the southwest, and... Fuyi also said that the things that can save his life are also there."

After so many years, he finally managed to keep that person by his side, got that person's softened attitude, and was able to hold that person in his arms, so how could he succumb to fate and let him go so easily?

Impossible.

Along the way, he must be a god blocking and killing gods, and a Buddha blocking Sha Buddha!

Qinghe looked over quietly, sighed, as if exhausted, she took out a soldier talisman and a letter from her sleeve, and handed them to Murong Sheng.

"I was detained here by your father and cannot leave Beijing. You know that these things are the last thing I can do for you."

She took a step closer, turned her head to the side, and was very close to Murong Sheng, and her voice was extremely low, so soft that it was almost inaudible, "A Sheng, you must take that seat, I will wait for you, the person behind me All armies... will also obey you unconditionally."

She didn't want anything, she just wanted revenge, and only wanted that high-ranking person——to die.

To anyone, such rebellious words would be like thunder, but in Murong Sheng's eyes, it seemed like an ordinary order.

"Well, I see."

He smiled at Qinghe, his brows and eyes were full of brilliance, and he had the domineering arrogance that was inevitable, "The matter of the capital still needs your attention."

Qinghe nodded solemnly, "That's natural."

"There is also Xiao Lin," Murong Sheng thought for a while, finally caring about that child, "He is the only remaining heir of Eldest Brother Huang, he is intelligent and very likable, but the situation is a bit difficult, I think... After I leave, you can enter the palace and take good care of him."