sir he is sweet

The terrain of Futu City is rugged, and it is at the junction of the three realms.

The soldiers stationed here are really strong. After all, in addition to maintaining the stability of the southern border, there are also disturbances in the western border from time to time, and stragglers invade, which is a hidden danger.

Upstairs on Changjie, a pair of plain hands lifted the curtain and poked out.

A beautiful woman with a veil.

She looked at the long convoy below, and then casually glanced in the direction they were going, with a smile slowly forming on the corners of her lips.

Sister Qinghe, do you really think that everything... will be as easy as you imagined?

You hid in the capital, in order to retain the military power, to show your loyalty to the emperor, you did not hesitate to marry the imperial physician in the palace, thinking... can all this really end like this?

It's a pity that Butou City——

Sooner or later it will be mine.

The master of the Great General's Mansion had a new funeral, and Murong Sheng came here with the imperial decree and Qing He's handwritten letter, so it was a matter of course to settle in.

On that day, the city lord of Futu City also came to welcome Murong Sheng.

The lord of Futu City was named Chang Yun, who was tall and heroic, obviously not from the Central Plains.

"He is alien."

Back in the room, Qi Zhao leaned tiredly on the soft couch, his pale fingers pressed against the center of his brows, his knuckles turned white with force.

"This place used to be a mixed residence, and there were people from all over the place. Back then, the Holy Majesty personally conquered him and was killed by treacherous officials, but he was accidentally rescued by Changyun. After the war subsided, the Holy Majesty personally named him the Lord of Futu City to protect the whole world. The city is peaceful."

It is precisely because he is a foreigner that he is able to gain everyone's submission. Under his governance, people of all ethnic groups can live in the city without discrimination or exclusion.

This is already a grand scene that is hard to see in today's world.

Murong Sheng checked here earlier, but because he was too hasty, the information he got was not comprehensive. Hearing Qi Zhao's explanation one by one, he couldn't help but suddenly understood.

"It turns out that my father is still so wise and mighty!"

Qi Zhao chuckled, tapped Murong Sheng's forehead with his fingers, and said in a warm voice: "Young Majesty ascended the throne at a young age and fought on the battlefield, so he is a wise king."

It's a pity—

Time has passed, and it is difficult for anyone in this world to remember what their original intention was.

Murong Sheng curled his lips and muttered in a low voice: "Why didn't I see it!"

Mingjun?He really didn't think so.

Would Ming Jun have such suspicion of loyal ministers that he forced his wife and eldest son to death?

Thinking about Big Emperor Brother, Murong Sheng couldn't help but sighed.

Their mothers were all from the Yan family. As he grew older, he certainly knew that his elder brother and the queen's aunt did not die of illness, but were framed to death.

More importantly, the emperor became suspicious of the Yan family and forced them to death.

Murong Sheng closed his eyes, a bit of gloom spread in his heart.

If...if they were all alive, he wouldn't have to work so hard now.

"Your Highness?"

Qi Zhao braced himself up, and shook the guy beside him, but Murong Sheng didn't press the support point at all, and after being shaken like this, the whole person fell into Qi Zhao's arms.

"Hey... Whoops!"

Murong Sheng bumped directly into Qi Zhao's chest, his nose hurt and tears burst out.

"Well... why are you getting thinner and thinner!"

It's all bones, and his nose is almost crooked.

Qi Zhao shook his head, feeling extremely melancholy.

Is it because the water and soil in the southern border are not good?Why has His Royal Highness become so stupid since he came here?

Murong Sheng raised his head with tears in his eyes, before the accusation in his eyes showed, the man frowned and rubbed his heart, and said in a low voice: "It hurts..."

Murong Sheng was stunned, and subconsciously widened his eyes.

"I'm already weak and sickly, but I can't help His Highness bumping into me...cough cough..."

As Qi Zhao was talking, he coughed lightly, his face was pale and weak, he could really be called a weak willow supporting the wind.

Murong Sheng looked at a pair of eyeballs that almost popped out of their sockets.

God!This... This person can act like a baby?

Although he knew it might not be true, when Qi Zhao opened his mouth, the guilt in Murong Sheng's heart immediately flooded up like a tide.

"I'm sorry, I'm not careful, it's all my fault."

He leaned forward with his red nose, and rubbed Qi Zhao's heart carefully, with a worried expression on his face.

After a tiring ride and a good deal with the people outside, Qi Zhao was extremely exhausted. At this moment, Murong Sheng coaxed him into his arms, rubbing his heart and back. He was extremely tired. He gradually fell asleep.

Murong Sheng hugged him and didn't let go.

The man in his arms was thin and weak, looking extremely harmless, but Murong Sheng knew very well that this man——

how powerful.

Qi Zhao half-lyed in Murong Sheng's arms, falling into a drowsy sleep, his delicate face shone with a porcelain white gleam in the silence.

His skin was naturally fair, and his lips had no color, and occasionally turned black. He looked really unhealthy and weak.

It also deviates from the current aesthetics, showing a bit of indifference and indifference.

But it's still pretty good looking.

Murong Sheng put his arms around him, slowly pulled off his outer robe, loosened his hair, and gently hugged him to lie down.

"Uh uh..."

When lying on his back a little bit, Qi Zhao's breath, which was not smooth at all, immediately became stagnant, and he let out laborious and heavy panting in his mouth, and even his irritated eyelids kept trembling. He raised his hand, and subconsciously grabbed Murong Sheng's sleeve , Clenched tightly.

"Ho ho..."

This person's vomiting of blood has been relieved recently, but he is obviously very tired and easily fatigued. He lay down and slept for a while, and he was prone to wheezing. When the attack was severe, he could only sleep half-sitting at night.

But after such a long period of time, the waist will inevitably be unavoidable, Qi Zhao has a serious old injury on the waist, Murong Sheng still knows this.

This person stood beside the emperor, and his words carried a lot of weight. He seemed to have infinite scenery, but in fact——

Even ordinary days are so difficult.

"Okay, sleep in your arms... sleep in your arms..."

Murong Sheng also felt drowsy, after much deliberation, he hugged him from behind, and the two of them snuggled together, wrapping around the man's waist, and fell into a deep sleep.

Even if the road ahead is difficult and rugged, thorny and life-threatening, Murong Sheng thought, as long as Qi Zhao is there, he will make it through.

He was protected by the Qi Zhao when he was young, and he was sent away from Beijing after the death of the queen's aunt and the eldest brother, and returned after ten years, so he was naturally well prepared.

But even so, it's still hard to imagine that even during these ten years, Qi Zhao still shuttled and existed in his world and never left.

His life has long belonged to this man, no matter when and where, from now on, he will protect him with all his strength.

"gentlemen……"

Half asleep and half awake, Murong Sheng pressed his lips together and carefully kissed the man's temples.

"I love you."