sir he is sweet

Qi Zhao, who was always plotting against others, probably wouldn't have thought that he would fall on a young girl if he was killed.

"What heartbleed?"

Murong Sheng was the only one in the audience who didn't understand, so he looked around and didn't understand what kind of charade the two of them were playing.

Qi Zhao sat upright, his complexion was a little pale, he tightly pursed his pretty lips, and kept his eyes on Fu Yi.

"Cough...it's nothing."

Murong Sheng scratched his head, naturally he didn't believe the words, so he went to look at Fu Yi, pouted, "Say it."

Fuyi smiled and said: "Well... it's the kind that Mr. is short of blood and can't make up, so his heart and lungs are weakening step by step. Now his internal strength is deficient, and his daily fluctuations are so severe that he can't protect his heart and lungs and maintain stability. "

After hearing this, Murong Sheng was still full of question marks, but he was not a fool, so he was able to see a thing or two from the vague words.

"Ischemia?"

He immediately thought of the scars on this man's body. The knife marks all over his body were smooth and regular. It didn't look like he was injured by anything, but... it seemed that someone had deliberately scratched him.

It was deliberately drawn!

With this thought, Murong Sheng felt startled, and immediately widened his eyes to look at Qi Zhao.

"What's going on! Who scratched the scars on your body! What is it for? Bloodletting? Don't worry about bleeding?"

Thinking of what he saw that day, Murong Sheng's face became more and more fierce, his gaze was fixed on Qi Zhao, and his tone was sharp, "Is there something in your heart?"

Naturally, he didn't look carefully, firstly because there were too many scars, and secondly because he was obsessed with lust, so he really didn't dare to look at it more.

This is the age of youthful blood, the anger will be great, if you look at it a few more times, you will definitely have a nosebleed.

Qi Zhao stroked his forehead, his face was pale, he really didn't expect that half of his wise life would fall on the little girl Fu Yi.

"I……"

He moved his lips, not knowing what to explain for a moment.

"this is an accident……"

At this time, any words began to pale, Qi Zhao had a terrible headache, propped his forehead, and coughed shallowly, "It's all passed, how many years have happened, Your Highness doesn't have to worry about it like this."

Murong Sheng blinked, his anger dissipated, and just about to say something, he saw Fu Yi yawned a long time, stood up holding the box, walked out as he walked, and muttered: "Well...it's been too many years, If it wasn't for the loss of heart and blood, Mr.'s body would not be so bad day by day."

As soon as these words came out, Qi Zhao's eyelids twitched.

Sure enough, when Murong Sheng heard the words, the emotions that had calmed down continued to fly upwards, almost jumping up, "Aha? What? You...you..."

So this is the reason for this person's body to decline step by step?

Qi Zhao's eyes darkened, and he almost fainted from being covered, he groped to support one side, when he raised his eyes again, he saw the girl standing at the door, sticking out her tongue at him.

"Slightly slightly... let you drive me away last time!"

The little girl has a good memory, holds grudges, and is still thinking about the matter of him driving her back to Prince Ning's mansion last time!

He was thinking of her, and by his side, it would only become more and more dangerous.

"Would you like to tell me more about it, sir?"

The scene before his eyes sank, Murong Sheng approached him at some point, he bent down step by step, Qi Zhao was wronged, he was somewhat lacking in confidence, so he couldn't help turning his head away to avoid his gaze.

"Cough... um..."

Although even Qi Zhao didn't seem to understand what he was doing wrong, he was still young when he was gouged out and his meridians were cut and bloodletting, and he didn't even recognize this fat dumpling!

"Old things from the past..."

As soon as the words were out of his mouth, he was interrupted unceremoniously by Murong Sheng.

He closed his eyes, paused every word, and said in a deep tone, "I don't want to inquire about Mr.'s personal affairs, but the one thing Mr. must tell me is——who was hurt by Mr.?"

Until now, when Fu Yi reminded him, Murong Sheng had just realized that the scars on his body were strangely neat, not like being scratched to vent his anger, but really like... bloodletting.

Thinking of the inhuman treatment this person had received, almost draining the blood from his body, Murong Sheng felt trembling all over, wishing to cut him into pieces.

Qi Zhao moved his lips, turned his eyes away, not looking at Murong Sheng.

After a long stalemate, he sighed softly and said softly, "Your Highness...that's all old grievances from a long time ago, don't worry, I'll be fine."

He is not a fool, and he can also feel that Murong Sheng's aggressiveness on the surface is extremely worried and furious.

Worry is born out of love, fear is born out of love, he can understand this child's mind, but——

He didn't want Murong Sheng to be involved in the past that was mixed with blood and grievances.

Murong Sheng was worried about him, and he also wanted to protect Murong Sheng.

"It's all right?"

Murong Sheng laughed back angrily, with a rare courage, he looked directly at Qi Zhao, "Sir, I have given me nearly half of my internal energy, and the remaining half is not enough to support the heart and lung blood supply, and it is also unable to stabilize the old injury. , what do you plan to do, sir?"

The man was taken aback, and blinked blankly, "What about?"

He was born good-looking, with slender eyebrows and eyes, and a handsome face. His facial features had found a perfect balance between handsomeness and softness. Although he was a little sickly pale, he was still dignified and dignified, like a jade.

Such an ignorant and gentle gesture is really rare.

Look, Murong Sheng gritted his teeth a few times, but he couldn't get angry no matter what.

It's just—

"Since Mr. is pretending to be stupid with me, then I will say it."

Murong Sheng took a deep breath, and his face darkened.

"Sir, I never thought about living, and I never cared about planning my own way of life. I just thought that it would be enough to survive my father and stay stable until the throne changed. Am I right?"

Mentioning this, Murong Sheng almost gritted his teeth, "So Mr. coaxed me to fight for that position. He didn't even plan for me to fight for the future. He thought that I would be forced to sit by the pressure of the Yan family. Then you will live and you will die. It doesn't matter, does it?"

Until this moment, the last layer of paper between the two was also pierced, and they were almost honest with each other, spreading out the problems that had been avoided for a long time.

Qi Zhao was at a loss for words.

It has to be said that what Murong Sheng said is not wrong at all, but the words are too straightforward, which is not pleasant to the ear, a bit irritating.

But when this child really ascended to the throne of emperor, the fate between them will be completely broken. How long he can live is really not an important thing.

Where is the need to be so serious?

"Your Highness..."

Qi Zhao sighed, "You are still young, you will understand later."

Knowing that time is the sharpest thing, it can erase all joy, and likewise... can also erase all hatred.

He can even forget the hatred of flesh and blood, so what else... can't be forgotten?