sir he is sweet

In the middle of the night, Qi Zhao burned up as expected.

Fu Yinu pursed his lips, yawned stompingly, tilted his head, a little sleepy, "A Sheng, I told you a long time ago that he can't be exposed to the rain or the wind."

This person's physical condition was really strange, he was clearly at the end of his strength, but after entering Futu, he stabilized very strangely.

But relying on Fuyi's observations, this is actually not a good phenomenon.

"Then what should we do? Don't sleep! Get up and find a way!"

Murong Sheng turned his head and glanced at the sleeping Qi Zhao, feeling extremely anxious.

This person has gotten closer to him recently, and when he feels a little uncomfortable, he will make a lot of noise, but when the discomfort becomes severe, he habitually keeps quiet.

Forbearance and silence are what Murong Sheng knew about Qi Zhao ten years ago.

This man seems to be habitually enduring many things in this world, no matter what kind of suffering, he will not respond and resist.

"There's no way," Fuyi staggered sleepily, "His body is a little strange, it's best not to feed him medicine, but to wipe his body to cool down, um... I'm going to sleep, I walked a long way today!"

That underground trading place was too secretive, and there was a mix of fish and dragons inside, so it wasn't suitable for her to go alone. Fortunately, Rong Yun accompanied her, um... there were people sent by Rong Wei.

The road scout is almost finished, next time I have a chance, but I must take Murong Sheng with me.

Murong Sheng didn't know what this little girl was talking about, he just thought she was playful, immediately rolled his eyes, and waved his hand impatiently, "Go to sleep! Don't go out to play tomorrow."

Fuyi pouted, muttered a few times, and ran away in a fit of anger?

She didn't come to play!After coming to Futu, she has been doing business all the time!

When the girl stepped out the door, she looked back.

Murong Sheng guarded Qi Zhao, wiped his neck and palms very carefully, and used strong wine to cool down as much as possible.

Can't burn to death--

Fuyi curled his lips, his teeth sore.

What's the point of living a good life like a story told in a storybook!

She rubbed her eyes and staggered away.

Murong Sheng naturally stayed up all night.

Qi Zhao's body was scorching hot, the heat was very high, and he felt a little uncomfortable. When holding him, he could feel the subtle twitching of his body muscles.

When Murong Sheng tried to call him, his eyelids would move slightly, but after the movement, he would quickly return to calm.

As for body rubbing—

Murong Sheng blinked, silently recited a few words of the mantra of pure heart, and then slowly lifted the brocade quilt.

He kept muttering in his mouth: "I didn't intend to see it! I'm not that beastly. It was that girl Fuyi who said she wanted to wipe her body. Don't be angry, sir—"

He would never admit how much he coveted this person's body.

Hmm... I've tasted it so many times, the delicate and soft lips alone are already sweet enough, I don't know anything else...

Murong Sheng licked his lips, and uncontrollably cast a glance at Qi Zhao.

His husband is sweet!

Qi Zhao is very thin, his whole body is morbidly pale even to the skin, his ribs are clearly visible, and there are large scars on the skin on his chest and back, showing his age and light color.

But it's also shocking enough.

Murong Sheng originally thought it was a wound caused by a weapon, but just as he felt sorry for himself, he realized that something was wrong.

He squeezed Qi Zhao's wrist, looked over with a frown, and found another scar on this man's porcelain-white arm.

So he half picked up the man and looked over and over again.

There is something weird.

If it is a wound from a weapon, even if the wound is smooth and smooth, it is impossible to have such a regular order, as if... It was deliberately scratched by a sharp knife.

Someone hurt him, who is it?

Alarm bells in Murong Sheng's heart suddenly rang out.

Now it can basically be confirmed that although these wounds are old, they are clearly intentional. Qi Zhao may have...been subjected to inhuman torture.

This thought made Murong Sheng's face steadfast, he raised his hand to brush the man's snow-colored skin, almost giving birth to gnashing of hatred towards those people.

It turned out that the husband had a bad time in his hometown, so he went to the capital, accompanied by the emperor, and lived alone.

It turns out... There are still people who dare to hurt him like this.

Murong Sheng thought, if he had a chance to catch the other party, he would definitely tear those people into pieces!

Suddenly, a faint voice came from next to my ear: "What is Your Highness touching?"

Murong Sheng shivered abruptly.

As soon as he turned his head, he saw that Qi Zhao had opened his eyes at some point, looking at him with a half-smile.

"Ah... aha?" Murong Sheng immediately returned to his senses, pulled the quilt over, covered Qi Zhao's body tightly, and said solemnly: "I...you read wrong, I'm wiping your body! Then You are a little bit cold, but you still have a fever!"

It's decent to pretend.

Qi Zhao cursed in his heart.

The heat on his body has faded a bit, but his body is still weak, he can't even raise his wrist, he tilted his head, looked at Murong Sheng with a smile in his eyes, "cough...His Highness, is it easy to touch?"

The atmosphere suddenly became charming.

Murong Sheng was dumbfounded, scratching his head, "Huh?"

His thinking has completely stagnated, he has no way out, and he doesn't know what to answer.

Tonight's gentleman... seems to be very different from usual.

There is an evil temptation.

Qi Zhao sighed, closed his eyes, took a moment to relax, patted his side again, collected himself, and said, "Come up to sleep."

Usually, I still think that this little guy is so arrogant, but Ganqing is a paper tiger. When it comes to this kind of time, people will be stupid.

I can't even make fun of it.

"But...but your fever hasn't gone down yet..."

Murong Sheng continued to round his eyes stupidly, blinked a few times, and subconsciously blurted out.

Qi Zhao had no choice but to repeat it with a low cough.

"Your Highness, come up to sleep."

Murong Sheng obediently climbed onto the couch, and lay down beside Qi Zhao.

The temperature on the man's body was still a bit high, but after sleeping for a while, it did feel better. Seeing Murong Sheng take off his outer robe and lay down with only his inner shirt on, with his hands squarely placed between his chest and abdomen, he immediately laughed out of respect.

He closed the quilt for him and closed his eyes tiredly.

"Go to sleep—"

He also lay back and closed his eyes.

High fever is a very exhausting thing, not to mention that he is still in such a body now, he is naturally different from ordinary people.

Fortunately, Murong Sheng is also considered obedient, and his sleeping appearance is good, sleeping together, but he is not used to having one more person by his side.

It's no different from usual.

Qi Zhao convinced himself in this way.

Of course, the next day there was something more entangled on his body, like a big water snake, coiled tightly, almost strangling him out of breath, that's a later story.