sir he is sweet

It was a thick and hard tree branch, extending from the root of the old tree branch, which directly tripped Murong Sheng.

Next to it is a small hillside.

Logically, relying on his martial arts, he shouldn't be hit by such a move, but he was thinking about his thoughts, the more he thought about it, the happier he was, how could he care about his feet?

Immediately rolled down.

Fortunately, the hillside is soft soil, lined with some pine needles, the fall did not hurt anyone, but Murong Sheng fell in a daze.

"Ugh... Whoops whoops!"

He rubbed his head and got up, quite funny.

"gentlemen?"

Not knowing where that person went, Murong Sheng rubbed his dizzy head and raised his voice slightly.

got no response.

It should be here——

Murong Sheng scratched his head, forcing himself to get out of those colorful thoughts, and listen carefully to the movements around him.

Ok?

There is the sound of swords?

He opened his eyes suddenly, his eyes were piercing, giving birth to the ultimate cold light.

broken!gentlemen!

That person's internal energy is sealed around the heart veins to protect the weak heart veins and prevent heart diseases. How can he have the ability to protect himself if he encounters danger?

Thinking of this, Murong Sheng's heart thumped violently, and he couldn't help feeling annoyed at letting that man out by himself.

"Sir...first..."

He quickly picked up his lightness kung fu, and followed the sound of swords and swords like flying, until he reached the other side of the hill, only to find that Qi Zhao was held hostage by a sword, standing with his back against a tree, quietly watching the battle situation, and from time to time he opened his mouth to give a few pointers. sentence.

"Concentrate on the opponent's right wrist."

Although he was restrained and unable to move, his eyes were clear, and the old god was calm and calm.

The one holding the sword against his neck was a little boy, who looked about thirteen or fourteen years old, with a youthful air, but a fierce appearance. While holding Qi Zhao under his control, he turned his head nervously to look at the people in the battle.

"Master, master be careful!"

So much so that the sharp blade brushed against the side of Qi Zhao's neck, leaving a bloodstain, but he never noticed it.

"hiss……"

Murong Sheng stared at it with tears in his eyes.

The man he held in his palm was so reluctant to hurt even a single strand of his hair, yet... was he treated like this?

Taking advantage of the young man's unpreparedness, Murong Sheng approached quietly, and the wind swept out his internal force, hitting his wrist holding the sword.

"Ouch!"

Taking advantage of the opponent's long sword falling off, he went up and kicked the boy's ass unceremoniously.

Immediately afterwards, he untied his cloak, and with the effort of turning around and sweeping it up, he wrapped Qi Zhao, took him into his arms, and protected him by his side.

Precisely at this moment, the battle situation on the other side has been decided, the green-robed swordsman cleaned up the black-clothed man, propped his sword on the ground, and gasped on one side.

"Master..."

Murong Sheng didn't care about the situation at the other end, and took the brunt of looking at Gu Qizhao, "Sir."

He moved close to his lips, raised his eyebrows lightly and said, meaning: "That... Your old man... Is it finished?"

By the way, he secretly pointed at Qi Zhao's abdomen.

Qi Zhao originally had a calm face, and his handsome face was full of calmness, but when he heard Murong Sheng's words, his cheeks suddenly turned crimson.

Fortunately, under the darkness of night, it is hard to see it.

"……Um."

Qi Zhao gently turned his head away, sighed slightly, his voice could not hear any emotion, "Help me up! I can't stand anymore."

As soon as the words fell, his whole body softened.

Murong Sheng was startled, immediately clasped his waist, half-supported and half-hugged him, then let out a long roar into the air, turned his head and stared at the pair of master and apprentice fiercely, and rushed to Ming Wei to give instructions.

"Take them all for me!"

His grandma's move Qi Zhao in front of him, does he really think that Murong Sheng is made of mud?

In the dark night, Ming Wei surrounded the master and apprentice into a group, the two sides confronted each other, and the atmosphere suddenly became sharp.

Qi Zhao was exhausted, clutching his heart and breathing hard, relying on Murong Sheng's half-hugging and half-embracing, he managed to stand still.

"Don't hurt anyone."

He talked about Murong Sheng, his eyes were a little dizzy, "We are going out, it is not appropriate to make too much noise."

"But..." Murong Sheng looked down at the side of his neck, and the anger in his heart could not be stopped, "He hurt you!"

What kind of status is this person, not to mention the gold and jade, his body is so delicate that he can't touch him at all, yet he was injured by a child!

Murong Sheng, who usually advocates peace as the most important thing, saw the blood dripping from this man's fair neck, and the hostility in his heart burst out layer by layer.

I can't wait to kill anyone who dares to move Qi Zhao.

The man raised his hand, slowly circled Murong Sheng's back, patted it lightly, as a comfort, "Tie it up first! I feel a little uncomfortable, let's go back!"

This tactic of showing weakness was really very effective, with two or three strokes, Murong Sheng's hair was blown away and shunned back, Murong Sheng glanced at the pair of master and apprentice, snorted softly, and ordered: "Tie it up! Come back! "

He didn't care about other things, he directly hugged Qi Zhao horizontally, and quickly returned to the direction of the carriage.

"What's going on? When I went out just now, why is it full of blood when I come back?"

It wasn't until Fuyi's exclamation came that he managed to pull back Qi Zhao's thoughts. He moved his body, cooperated with Murong Sheng to take off his blood-stained robe, turned his head away, and let Fuyi treat the wound on his neck, It's exhausting.

"Your Highness..."

The man moved his lips, and his expression was disastrous, "The two people just now are from the ancient Xiang country bordering the southern border. As long as we take them along the way, it will not be difficult to take over the power."

Tonight, I was suffering from gastrointestinal discomfort. I had two bouts of tummy trouble and was knocked out of embarrassment. I had a headache and saw blood again. Qi Zhao was exhausted, but he still held on and wanted to finish his speech.

"Although the ancient Xiang country is not big, it has abundant resources and a pleasant climate. It can be said that the weather is good, the harvest is abundant year after year, and the soldiers and horses are also strong. There are many aggressions against the surrounding small countries."

"Their locations are steep, easy to defend and difficult to attack. This is also the reason why they have been stalemate with our court for many years. Moreover, the people under them are mostly good at vegetation, poisonous poisons, and everyone knows the craft of Qimen gossip, and there are hidden dangers everywhere."

Murong Sheng listened carefully, and nodded in agreement, "I know this. Before I left, I went to the library of the palace to check the allusions. This ancient Xiang, which is against our court, has been as stable as a rock for many years. , but no matter what it is, you can't hide the fact that it is a treasure, maybe you can find enough precious medicine to keep you healthy!"

He stroked his chin, thoughtfully.

Qi Zhao's eyes darkened when he heard this, and he almost didn't mention it in one breath.

"Your Highness, you..."

What the hell is this guy pretending to be?He wanted to instruct this guy to quell the turmoil in front of the army so that he could take over the military power smoothly, but this guy was actually looking for medicine...what medicine?

Qi Zhao was stunned for a moment before he came back to his senses.

Wait... It seems like you are looking for medicine for yourself?

He was stunned for a moment, and a strange thought suddenly popped up in his mind.

Could it be that Murong Sheng traveled thousands of miles to the southern border, posing a stance of serving the country for the emperor, but in fact, he was just looking for medicine...to save his life?