sir he is sweet

In the past few days, everyone ate and slept in the open, and they didn't have much time to rest. Naturally, they ate dry food and bacon, and occasionally picked some fruits and hunted some prey to improve their lives.

Everyone treats everyone equally, even Murong Sheng is the same, but when he gave Qi Zhao, he naturally tried his best to find the best ones.

For example, he was reluctant to eat the sweetest fruit, or the tenderest thigh and breast meat of the pheasant, so he fed them to Qi Zhao.

This person is more important than himself in his heart, so of course everything is closely related to this person.

But he still overestimated Qi Zhao's stomach.

"Gudu~"

Another sound.

The man blushed distortedly, and wanted to cover it up, but the abdominal pain was unbearable, so he sat up on his side with his body arched, panting continuously.

Fortunately, Murong Sheng was not stupid, so he poked his head out immediately, shouted outside, and rested on the spot.

He was out of tune for a long time, so everyone didn't take it seriously, not to mention that he was really sleepy in the middle of the night, so he simply stopped the carriage and started to light a fire to keep warm.

"Fuyi!"

Murong Sheng yelled at another carriage from the air, "Come here, hurry up!"

Then he retracted, holding Qi Zhao and waiting.

"Why the sudden abdominal pain? Did you eat something bad?"

He blinked in confusion, gently stroked the back of the person in his arms, and comforted him softly: "It doesn't hurt, it doesn't hurt, Fuyi will come soon."

This person has a bad stomach, and loses weight just like everyone else. How many years he has been under the throne of the Son of Heaven, how many rewards he has received, and he has taken supplements and food, but he has not seen any growth.

I have a poor appetite, I can't eat much, even if I coax it down, I can't absorb it.

Lu Xinghe once told Murong Sheng that the man's intestines and stomach were damaged by poisoning in the early years, it is not easy to survive, and health is even more out of reach.

Qi Zhao half-closed his eyes, being hugged by Murong Sheng like coaxing a child, comforting him softly, he couldn't help being amused.

Half his life was wind, sword, frost and sword, but he walked from the mountains of swords and seas of fire, with injuries and honor all over his body, not to mention, he used to protect others, how could he ever feel this kind of feeling of being cared for by warm voices?

The only few times were brought by the young Murong Sheng.

Now that he closes his eyes, he can still think of that little soft boy, grinning at him, warm and cute.

"Does it hurt, sir? I'll massage it, and Mammy said it won't hurt anymore!"

"It's so cold, sir! I'll hug him to sleep! I'll warm his bed, so he won't be cold!"

Fu Yi got into the carriage, checked Qi Zhao's pulse, rubbed his tired eyes, shook his head and yawned.

"Mr. is weak. I'm afraid he can't bear the food we eat, so now he has abdominal pain."

She waved her hand and didn't care, "It's nothing serious, just let it out."

Speaking of this, she seemed to suddenly think of something, "Hey", leaned down and asked Qi Zhao, "Can you urinate, sir? If you can't urinate, I'll go get the laxative!"

Hearing this, Qi Zhao's face turned red like shrimp.

"what?"

Murong Sheng next to him was stunned, "Can laxatives be used indiscriminately? Even if the stomach is ruined, it will be fine if the laxative comes out, why can't it come out?"

Fuyi shook his head, and retorted confidently: "You are talking about you, sir, who is weak and has a weak stomach. It's not so easy to vent."

The two of them were discussing whether Qi Zhao could let it go, but Qi Zhao couldn't take it anymore, pushed Murong Sheng away, and stumbled out of the carriage.