sir he is sweet

Between grandparents and grandchildren and Le, Qi Zhao naturally backed away and stood silently aside.

His body couldn't help standing for a long time, the blood in his chest churned, and the blood in his throat rolled up one after another, he suppressed it calmly and swallowed it all.

Murong Sheng's guess was right, he did lose his internal energy, but not all of it, only half of it.

His body is supported entirely by his internal strength, otherwise, he would not be able to survive long ago.

The remaining half can barely protect the damaged heart veins. If they act recklessly, the seriousness of the backlash is naturally needless to say.

"Xiaoqi, the Ai family has recently taken a fancy to a girl, and I think it's most appropriate to point it out to you," after the family talk, the old queen went straight to the topic with a smile, "Zhilan, take the portrait here."

Perhaps because of getting older, the old queen has one more hobby, which is marriage.

I hope the royal heirs will prosper——

Murong Sheng laughed and laughed, took the portrait and glanced at it, then shook his head, "The birth is too ordinary, my ancestors and grandchildren don't like it."

The old queen glanced at the beauty on the portrait in surprise, and nodded Murong Sheng's head in amazement, "Is this so unusual? You little hozen, do you still want a fairy in the sky?"

Murong Sheng smiled slightly, and inadvertently glanced at where Qi Zhao was, and raised his voice, "Old ancestor, grandson is superficial, and only likes good-looking people. If you have a heart, you should find more beauties for your grandson!"

The old lady was dumbfounded.

This...the woman in the portrait is a beauty in Yanjue Capital, why...why can't she catch Xiao Qi's eyes?

The old queen felt that she was probably dazzled, so she waved her hand and summoned her personal nurse.

"Zhilan, it's prettier than this... What kind of appearance do you have?"

Zhilan raised her head with a smile, glanced at the man standing behind her, and replied softly, "Old Ancestor, look at the man standing below, how is he doing?"

Zhilan Yushu, graceful and graceful.

It can be said to be the capacity of the world.

The old lady squinted her eyes for a while, and couldn't help but wonder, "Zhilan, then... isn't that a man?"

How do men spread out?Continuous descendants?

Although there have been men in my court history, but in the final analysis, if you marry a man, it means you will bid farewell to the throne.

If you really like someone, it's fine to send them to the mansion as a servant. No one will give up the qualification to fight for the monstrous power for a man.

"That's Mr. Qi."

Zhilan leaned over, knowing that the old lady had been ill for such a long time, she would always be misrecognizable when she was confused, so she explained nicely: "It's the gentleman who often reads to you. You said that you used to like me the most. His voice."

Qi Zhao stepped forward at the right time, and said with a smile: "I am afraid that the ancestors will not remember me, but they will remember my voice."

With a smile on his brows and eyes, delicate and clear.

This person really gave birth to a good color!

Murong Sheng couldn't help but sigh secretly.

"The old ancestor is tired, don't ask your husband to study anymore."

Even though Zhilan explained, the old queen's eyes were still blank, so he helped the old lady up on his own initiative, and said to Zhilan with a smile: "Gu Gu, help the old ancestor to rest! I will also retreat."

From the beginning to the end, whether Murong Sheng was telling jokes with the old queen, or beating her back and serving tea for the old queen, Yu Guang never left Qi Zhao.

He couldn't stand anymore.