sir he is sweet

Half a month later, the carriage finally reached the southern border.

They encountered seven or eight times of danger along the way, and some killers even came after them, wanting their lives.

And after they failed, they all fell in front of them in an extremely tragic way of suicide.

It's a dead man.

In this world, those who can support the dead must be high-ranking officials and nobles in the court, and they must be powerful in the world, so they should not be underestimated.

Murong Sheng was deep in thought, and asked Qi Zhao if he had any clues.

The man tilted his head lazily. Hearing this, he raised his eyelids and smiled, "Your Highness is going to wait to go back and settle accounts after autumn?"

He was born good-looking, even though the people who had tossed and tossed along the way lost a lot of weight and looked haggard, his appearance was still excellent, his hair was covered with blue hair, his expression was lazy, his face was pale and handsome, he looked like he was in a state of illness.

But the partiality makes people dare not give birth to the heart of underestimation.

Murong Sheng choked, and turned his head away, feeling a bit annoyed: "I'm just a villain, and I hold grudges tightly, so what? If others do me any harm, I will definitely get it back!"

When he looked up, he saw Qi Zhao's inscrutable expression, and couldn't help but refute himself: "Why? Isn't this the way of the world? People are good at being bullied, and horses are good at being ridden."

The man didn't move, lowered his eyelids, covering his eyes full of emotions.

After a long time, he sighed softly, "Then... what about me? Your Highness, do you blame me?"

When the child was forced to leave the capital, the look in the child's eyes...he will never forget it until he dies.

"Ah... huh?"

Murong Sheng was stunned for a moment, but he didn't expect to mention this issue suddenly, he immediately suppressed his emotions and grinned: "What did you say? What am I blaming you for?"

He waved his hand and went out of the carriage, "I'll take a look at Song Jinyu, my brother said he was seriously injured."

Song Jinyu was the man in Qingpao who almost hurt Qi Zhao that day. Relying on his identification of Guxiang's identity, Murong Sheng simply detained him, and got as close to him as possible along the way, asking him about Guxiang's identity. Xiang's customs and medicines.

After all, Qi Zhao's body was exhausted. During the few days when the attack started, Fu Yi couldn't sleep well in a hurry. After being woken up by a nightmare in the middle of the night, he had to get up and ask Murong Sheng if Qi Zhao was Not dying.

"What if he can't support Gu Xiang?"

The girl's eyes were red, and her voice was crying.

Murong Sheng was speechless, he knew that Fu Yi had exhausted his ability, so he couldn't criticize him any more.

something ah-

Still depends on destiny.

Do your best, listen to destiny.

Fortunately, Qi Zhao finally woke up, and the further south he went, the situation stabilized strangely.

This gave Murong Sheng a little peace of mind.

No matter what wealth, power, or emperor's position, he can't compare with this person Qi Zhao. In those few days, he thought that he didn't want anything, as long as the gods mercifully let Qi Zhao live.

"medicine--"

Murong Sheng walked towards Song Jinyu, handed over the golden sore medicine in his hand, and smiled, "I brought this from Kyoto, it's a good medicine for wounds, try it."

After this life-and-death struggle, everyone was a little embarrassed. Song Jinyu was not too skilled, so he was also injured.

He thanked him, did not refuse, and raised his hand to accept.

The little boy was unscathed, and sat on the side with his mouth pouted, helping Song Jinyu bandage the wound, "Master, although you are worried about others, they may not necessarily be worried about you—"

Usually, he always leans close to his side, but when there is chaos, there is no ghost, he is not stupid, it is not that he has not seen that guy has been guarding the carriage, never leaving, how can he not care about his master?

"Xiao Zhen, you talk too much."

Song Jinyu glanced over warningly, frowned, and after bandaging the wound, raised his hand to put on his robe, and then went to look at Murong Sheng, his expression a little solemn.

"This group of people is not just from the rivers and lakes."

"Huh?" Murong Sheng was stunned for a moment, and immediately became alert, "You mean... Gu Xiang?"

This is the southern border, and they were on their way along the way. Although they didn't deliberately erase the traces of their identities, if they weren't really caring people, who would know their whereabouts clearly?

Song Jinyu spread out his hands, and there was a very small pocket box in his palm. He looked at Murong Sheng and motioned for him to open it.

Murong Sheng took it and gently pushed it away, only to find a small green bug inside.

"Hey?"

Kind of cute.

Murong Sheng subconsciously wanted to reach out and poke.

"and many more!"

Song Jinyu didn't expect him to be so courageous, so he quickly pinched his wrist, tore off the dishonest paw, and his forehead twitched wildly a few times.

"This is a Gu worm, I took it from a dead man."

Murong Sheng suddenly widened his eyes.

"It's Guxiang's corpse worm," Song Jinyu shook his head, explaining with a heavy expression, "This kind of thing is only kept by a lot of big families, and it's for solving some shady things when necessary."

The more Murong Sheng listened, the more serious his face became.

"Yan Shishi," he turned his head, and suddenly rushed not far away to drink, "give me an order, tonight... you must enter the city!"

If you continue to dawdle, you may be in danger.

These are all weird things, although that Guxiang is a small country, but with these crooked ways, it has stood firm for decades.

"Actually, you don't need to be so anxious." Song Jinyu stared at Murong Sheng for a while, then suddenly smiled, "The thing you wear around your neck can stop all kinds of insects, so under normal circumstances, you don't dare to worry about these things." hurt you."

what?

Murong Sheng was stunned again, subconsciously touched the pendant around his neck.

It was a piece of ancient jade, inlaid with a copper border, with strange and rare totems on it, and the body of the jade was not clear, but very turbid, revealing a strange color.

Qi Zhao gave it.

That person was not good at explaining anything, so he only told him to wear it and not to leave his body, and he was immersed in the ecstasy of the "token of love", how could he find anything wrong?

this thing--

"What's strange?"

Murong Sheng was puzzled.

Seeing this, Song Jinyu couldn't help explaining, "It's the national jade of the ancient Xiang, and there are no more than five holders in the entire ancient Xiang, but they have been changing owners over the years. We can see."

Maybe it was a tribute to the royal family, and was rewarded by Emperor Qian to Qi Zhao!

Thinking of this, Murong Sheng couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

And Song Jinyu looked at the carriage not far away with complicated eyes, lost in thought.

Qi Zhao... Qi Zhao's identity is not simple.

The preciousness of Guxiang's national jade is not just as simple as repelling insects, it can save lives at critical times.

Not only did Qi Zhao have this thing, but he was willing to give it to Murong Sheng. It was very clear that Qi Zhao valued Murong Sheng very much.

At least not as casually as it might seem.