sir he is sweet

During the time in Futu City, Murong Sheng lived quite leisurely.

He is obsessed with performing martial arts and listening to books, and he has become acquainted with the people in the barracks. He is not timid at all, and he has no airs. He is laughing and joking all day long. Your son.

Now being led by Qi Zhao, he walked back to the General's Mansion step by step, and was poked on the forehead from time to time, and he soon regained consciousness.

"His Highness has almost won the hearts of the people in the barracks, but Princess Qinghe once said that there is a dark army in the southern border, His Highness has forgotten?"

Murong Sheng was still immersed in the sad and beautiful story of the rumored city called Tianzhao, his whole body was sobbing, he was suddenly stunned when he heard the words, and he let out an "oh".

"There is such a thing..."

He whispered, "I remember."

Indeed, there is still a dark army.

Borrowing the east wind from Qinghe, he is doing well in the barracks, but he hasn't even seen the shadow of the other dark army.

Murong Sheng sighed, finally escaped from the story, sucked the red nose from crying, and blinked.

Business... yes, business has not been done yet.

Qi Zhao laughed, stopped in front of the porch, pulled out the handkerchief, wiped Murong Sheng's face carefully, as seriously as taking care of a child.

Murong Sheng stood obediently and let him torment him.

"If Your Highness goes out with the army, that dark army will appear."

As the army marched out, Old General Zhao was not a fool, he couldn't possibly put Murong Sheng in danger, and he would definitely protect him properly.

"Really?"

Murong Sheng was very surprised when he heard this, "But I have been wandering around in the military camp for a long time, and I am quite familiar with everyone, why have I never heard of such a dark army?"

No one from the dark army had ever appeared in the barracks.

Qi Zhao raised his eyebrows and smiled when he heard the words, "Come on, when you go out with the army, you will be able to see them."

It was indeed cold at night, and it was drizzling, Murong Sheng woke up a little bit stimulated by the coolness on his face, and hurriedly dragged Qi Zhao into the house.

"Oh! It's raining, it's raining, sir, why are your hands so cold, come in quickly!"

Surprised, Murong Sheng hurriedly pulled Qi Zhao to the door, beckoning the people below to bring the stove and hot water.

"Although the southern border is hot, it's still cold at night. Mister is weak, so he shouldn't have stayed outside for so long."

The young prince knelt down halfway, touched Qi Zhao's palm, and immediately became anxious, "Oh...how could this be! It's as cold as ice!"

He turned around in a hurry, hugged Qi Zhao's calf, and went to help him take off his half-wet boots.

"Your Highness..."

The man bowed and stopped his movements, his handsome face was full of helplessness, "Your Highness, I will do it myself."

For so many years, he has never had a personal attendant. After all, it is because he doesn't like the approach of others. Even if he is seriously ill, only Lu Xinghe comes to accompany him.

Everything is customary hands-on.

"Let me do it!"

Murong Sheng held the man's calf carefully, and did not let go with a smile, "Sir... I know that Mr. doesn't like outsiders getting close, but I'm not an outsider—"

"From now on, I don't want them, but I will serve you sir, okay?"

He raised his face, with a sincere expression, with real worries and concerns, gradually dispelling the floating uneasiness in Qi Zhao's heart.

This feeling is so beautiful and dreamy that people cannot refuse it, and they can't help but indulge in it.

Qi Zhao withdrew his hands and clasped one side of the couch, feeling a little dizzy.

The whole person is erratic and unreal.

At that moment, his reaction was completely out of reason, his Adam's apple moved up and down, and he gave a soft "hmm".

No one can refuse such a beautiful scene, even if they know it is just an illusion, they still can't help but indulge in it and enjoy this short time as much as possible.

Facts and truths are cruel after all.

Murong Sheng's attention was all focused on Qi Zhao's icy body, where did he see his unusual gaze?

"Bring over the hot water quickly, and sprinkle the medicine in!"

Murong Sheng took off Qi Zhao's short boots very quickly, put his slightly swollen calves into the water, then got up, took off Qi Zhao's damp robe, and used the warm blanket baked on the stove Wrapping him tightly, he let out a long breath.

He kept asking outside: "Yan Twelve! Has Fuyi come over? Go and have a look, it's raining outside, where did that girl go!"

Yan Twelve's temperament was calm, he responded quickly, and quickly went to do it.

Murong Sheng turned around anxiously, staring at Qi Zhao worriedly, like staring at a big fragile baby, with a serious expression, "Oh...it's all my fault, what should I do if it burns at night after it rained?"

Qi Zhao just felt dizzy at the beginning, and it was nothing serious. Hearing this, he laughed a little, "Isn't it——Is Your Highness making too much fuss?"

After entering the southern border, his physical condition was obviously much more stable than before. Although there was not much improvement, but there was no deterioration. It remained in such a not-so-bad situation, as if time stood still.

Qi Zhao knew that this was related to that thing, if he wanted to live, he had to at least stay in the southern border, or even enter Guxiang.

It's not right...it's back.

Back to Guxiang.

Qi Zhao frowned halfway, and the corners of his lips curled up in a hint of sarcasm.

This is of course impossible, even if he dies, he will not go back.

It's just a life, and it's not worthwhile to change others' pride.

Murong Sheng warmed his slightly trembling body, still mumbling self-blame, "What's the fuss? Mr. is very important to me, no matter how careful I am, I can't be too careful."

This straightforward analysis made Qi Zhao couldn't help but blushed slightly.

But the child continued to sigh with emotion: "The southern border is really good - if you can live here forever and carefree like the rumored Lord Buddha and the young master, how great it would be!"

You don't need to face those intrigues and intrigues, and you don't need to face the country and society, conspiracy and tricks.

Qi Zhao smiled, closed his eyes, let himself fall into this rare tenderness, and sighed softly: "Your Highness, don't think about it, in his position, he must seek his own government, so that the people of the world will not be ruled by mediocrity." Disturbance, Your Highness still needs to work hard."

Murong Sheng turned his head to look at him with a complicated expression.

This man—

Are you really stupid, or are you pretending to be stupid?

If Murong Sheng really took that seat, would the two of them... still be together?

Absolutely impossible.

Murong Sheng knew it well, so he became more and more suspicious that this person was playing tricks on him.

But even so, he would definitely not let Qi Zhao go. At that time, Qi Zhao might stay and be willing to be a member of his harem?

That is naturally impossible.

so--

This matter came to a dead end.