sir he is sweet

Qi Zhao leaned back in the carriage with a calm expression.

He tied his hair by himself, still wearing the hair crown, as if he was used to it, it was deeply engraved into the bone marrow.

After straightening his robe, he felt short of breath, so he stopped and rested for a while.

This body is really dilapidated.

Even in the south, he was still so weak.

He opened his eyes, thinking of this, couldn't help but smile wryly.

If he stays here all the time, he can last longer, but if he returns to the capital, I'm afraid... he doesn't have much time left.

On Emperor Qian's side, the battle should be resolved quickly.

"Sir sir!"

All of a sudden, a voice interrupted his thoughts, and a dusty face came in through the curtain, and jumped in front of him, "Sir, eat something!"

Qi Zhao's eyes fell on the big stone bowl in his hand, he sniffed the fragrance in it, and then took a closer look, the corners of his mouth could not help but twitch slightly, "This is... the chicken soup you cooked? The wilderness, you how did you make it?"

Murong Sheng wiped his face and handed it over with a smile, "Of course I have my way, you don't understand, um... just..."

He paused, and suddenly felt a little embarrassed, "It exploded once."

Qi Zhao couldn't help laughing out loud.

I can't hold it anymore, this guy has a gray face, very funny.

It was exactly the same as the kid ten years ago.

"Cough cough..."

He smiled and laughed, and couldn't help coughing, a blush appeared on his pretty face, "Your Highness, keep this bowl of chicken soup for yourself!"

"why?"

The smile on Murong Sheng's face disappeared immediately, his eyes were wide open, and his face was unhappy, "I made this up with great effort."

See it.

Qi Zhao cursed with a smile.

"I'm not feeling well in my stomach, I'm a little nauseous," he sat leisurely, making it impossible to tell the truth from what he said, "I can't drink it."

Murong Sheng's eyes widened again.

He suspected that this person was lying to him!

However, Qi Zhao's stomach is indeed like paper, and there are many problems along the way.

Thinking about it this way, Murong Sheng believed it a little bit, his whole body went limp, and he couldn't help feeling depressed.

"Oh... Then, can't you just take a bite?"

He begged, "Just take a sip and taste it! I've been making it for a long time!"

Qi Zhao pursed his lips and smiled, then hooked his hands suddenly, "Come here."

Murong Sheng didn't understand why, so he stepped forward a few steps and knelt down.

At this moment, he didn't know what his usually handsome face looked like, it was really funny.

Qi Zhao took out a handkerchief and wiped his face carefully.

"Your Highness is showing off outside like this, it's demeaning."

His face was dusty, like a silly little beggar.

Murong Sheng waited obediently, blinking his eyes, seemed to enjoy this kind of wiping his face, but his mind was not on it, and he still asked persistently: "Sir, just taste it, or half a mouthful, half a mouthful, okay?"

He spent a lot of effort!

Qi Zhao was so pestered by him that he finally sighed, his delicate Adam's apple moved up and down, "Your Highness..."

"I really can't eat it. If I spit it out, wouldn't it be a disappointment to His Highness's kindness?"

Murong Sheng thought for a while, then fell silent, seemed a little sad, his whole head drooped, showing disappointment.

"gentlemen……"

He was holding the bowl, and his whole body was almost attached to Qi Zhao's body, his mouth was pursed, and his voice sounded like he was about to cry, "You will live well, right?"

Qi Zhao was taken aback, and immediately remembered the fight they had not long ago.

But immediately after, Murong Sheng actually took advantage of his distraction, took a big mouthful of chicken soup, threw the bowl aside casually, leaned forward, and kissed his lips.

Time suddenly freezes.

Qi Zhao slowly opened his eyes wide, and before he could think about anything, he stayed where he was as if he had been electrocuted.

The next moment, a mouthful of rich and fragrant chicken soup was poured in, sticking to the pried lips and teeth, all the way down, sliding down the throat.

Murong Sheng communicated with each other with his mouth, and after feeding the chicken soup, he became more aggressive and kissed Qi Zhao carefully.

He also remembered the quarrel not long ago.

That was one of the few times when he changed his face and quarreled with Qi Zhao in a real sense.

Qi Zhao reprimanded him to focus on business, and not to always think about things, especially—to find medicine for himself.

However, he felt that Qi Zhao's survival was the most important thing, and everything else had to be pushed back.

That's why the two quarreled.

"To tell you the truth, Qi Zhao, I want that seat, but I just want you."

"Just like you can't disobey the emperor's order, if I also sit in that seat, I can keep you forever."

"But Qi Zhao, before that, if you die, then what's the use of that seat if I want it?"

This is a confession with stakes.

Murong Sheng is very clear that under the current situation, Qi Zhao is already tied to him, and since this is the case, he will definitely not reject him thousands of miles away just because of a few words.

This confession is very timely.

"Of course it works."

The man had a calm and handsome face, and he refuted him word by word, "You can sit in that seat, so that more people can have something to depend on for their old age and children, can prevent misery and hunger, and relieve the suffering of all people. Creating brilliant lights can create more vast and great rivers and mountains.”

The most important thing is that it can... keep you safe in the future, and avoid troubles.

Born in a heavenly family, in many cases, existence is completely wrong. If you want to live, to be honorable, to be above ten thousand people, you have to pay something that ordinary human beings cannot do.

And that seat—

If you sit on the right person, you can create eternal peace, but if you sit on the wrong person, the world will be destroyed forever.

The people were displaced, and loyal officials were homeless.

If the prosperous world is peaceful and Ming Jun is in power, there will be many fewer people... people like him!

Qi Zhao thought so.

"What about me? Have you ever thought about me?"

The young prince interrupted Qi Zhao's words viciously, with a sharp demeanor that he had never seen before.

"You arranged my future path without my permission, so you asked me if you would like to?"

Murong Sheng squinted his eyes halfway, and the heavy royal power was overwhelmed. It seemed that until this time, he was more like a prince.

"Qi Zhao, what do you want, I will not live as you wish. If you die, I will make the world forever, and make everything run counter to what you expected!"

He obviously looked fierce, but he could cry while talking.

"Qi Zhao, you live well... you have to live well, don't die, okay? You don't want to..."

He lowered his voice, fell on the man's knee, and cried bitterly.

It is only now that he realizes that the most painful thing in this world is not something that can't be loved.

but powerless.