sir he is sweet

Qi Zhao's illness has been lingering in bed for many days, and he rarely wakes up, most of the time he is in a daze.

When he was about to leave the capital, Murong Sheng called Lu Xinghe to come over and watch him, and Fu Yi had to set off according to the plan and follow them to the south.

"Let's go," Murong Sheng got on his horse, dressed in a strong outfit, and waved to Qinghe to see him off, smiling brightly, "Wait for me to come back!"

Qinghe also laughed, but with a smile, tears fell down.

"Okay, I'll wait for you to come back."

This time, the mountains are long and the water is wide, but life and death are uncertain, and no one knows what will happen.

If Murong Sheng had been able to accept the troops from the southern border as he wished, it would be fine if he returned triumphantly, but if he hadn't... he would probably be buried here.

This time--

It is vital.

Murong Sheng was dressed in a strong black outfit, with three thousand black hair tied on the top of his hair, his brows and eyes were handsome, and his smile was clear.

He turned his horse's head and was about to set off when he saw a carriage that was approaching from afar and galloped past.

The carriage was very huge, with ordinary low-key decoration on the outside, like the carriage of ordinary wealthy people, but the moment Murong Sheng was stunned, the carriage stopped in front of him, and a deep and hoarse voice came from inside.

"If your Highness doesn't think I'm weak and unsightly, can you go with me?"

Outside the bamboo grove, there was a rustling wind blowing through the robes of the people.

Murong Sheng almost lost his voice.

"gentlemen--"

He has excellent hearing, so why can't he hear the low cough that the man is trying to suppress?Or is it panting while sitting up?

A slender and white wrist lifted the curtain of the car, only a slight gap was revealed, the man said weakly, "Your Highness, come in."

Immediately, Murong Sheng couldn't hold back any longer, flew up from the horse, and flew in directly.

"Why are you here, sir?"

He entered impatiently, and grabbed the man's wrist. He didn't care about avoiding suspicion and the words "teacher and student". ,Would not it be--"

Before he finished speaking, Qi Zhao interrupted with a smile, "Your Highness, I have brought the imperial decree."

He turned sideways and handed over the bright yellow scroll in his hand, with a smile on his face, "Your Highness, see for yourself."

Murong Sheng was dumbfounded again and again.

Before he had time to think about how Emperor Qian would let him out, he subconsciously took over the imperial decree and read it again and again.

Indeed... indeed.

Only then did Murong Sheng calm down.

"Then... Mister has not recovered from his illness, why did he come out in such a hurry?"

He pulled Qi Zhao up and down to look him up and down, and the concern in his eyes showed unconsciously, "Have you taken enough medicine? The clothes are still a little thinner. Mr. is weak, so even if you travel far, you should make more preparations."

Qi Zhao once said that the southwest area is his hometown.

And Fu Yi said that there is medicine over there, which can save his life, Murong Sheng saw this man chasing him, although he was surprised and worried, but in a moment of thought, he still approved of this approach.

After all, if you really find a good medicine and bring it back thousands of miles away, many accidents will inevitably happen, so it's better to bring people there directly.

Thinking of this, Murong Sheng felt relieved, leaned over to support Qi Zhao, looked up at his pale face, and suddenly smiled, "Sir."

The man lowered his eyes, his tone was light and helpless, "Your Highness, my body has always been like this, I can't just do nothing, as for the preparations—"

He slightly raised his slender eyebrows, and chuckled, "Did your Highness give me time to prepare?"

If he hadn't moved fast enough, I'm afraid... he would have been run away by this brat.