sir he is sweet

It was already the next afternoon when Rong Yun knelt in front of the two of them.

The cemetery was different, and it was soon discovered by the people of Futu City. At dawn, the city exploded, and they dragged their families to the cemetery to see the sleeping place of their ancestors.

Chang Yun, the city lord, was also alarmed, and took people to the cemetery in person early in the morning to appease the people.

"You haven't woken up yet?"

Qi Zhao poked the heads of the people around him amusedly, put down the teacup, "I slept until noon."

Murong Sheng leaned on the side of the mahogany square table, raised his eyelids lazily, and remained motionless.

"That's not true, I just don't want to move much, um... my body is limp."

The two of them talked as if no one was around, as if they ignored Rong Yun who was kneeling on the ground with a disheartened expression.

"After coming to the southern border, His Highness has become more and more lazy." Qi Zhao shook his head and said with a smile, "I don't even practice kung fu anymore."

I fell in love with staying in bed.

Murong Sheng curled his lips, his face full of dissatisfaction, "How many years have I been practicing? I finally left Lishan, and I also left Kyoto. On Futu's side, people are not allowed to relax for a few days?"

Qi Zhao raised his eyebrows, and felt that this guy's puffy appearance was very cute, so he continued to drink tea leisurely afterward, noncommittal.

To be an emperor, one should devote one's energy to one's talent, and one must never slack off for a day.

This little guy - there is still a long way to go!

The two had their own thoughts, and they were not thinking about the same thing. Murong Sheng was chatting with Qi Zhao about the family affairs, and at the same time glanced at Rong Yun from the corner of his eye.

The kid was still calm, knelt down, and had been stalemate with them.

"What Sir was going to show me last time—"

Murong Sheng finally narrowed his eyes, and smiled slightly, implying something, "There must be some people who give up their hearts!"

When Qi Zhao heard the words, he also glanced at Rong Yun who was kneeling.

There is a thin layer of mist floating in his beautiful eyebrows and eyes, gentle and elegant, with a slight smile, "Mmm..."

There are some things that need to be shown to Rong Yun.

Hearing what they meant, Rong Yun raised his head and looked over expectantly.

Qi Zhao unhurriedly handed Murong Sheng a box and asked him to pick it himself.

"Sir, don't worry about me."

Murong Sheng spoke leisurely, not knowing what he was referring to.

"Hmm... what are you worried about?"

Qi Zhao replied leisurely: "Everyone is mine, where else can I find it?"

Such radiant love almost blinded Rong Yun's eyes.

But the effect was really great, Murong Sheng immediately smiled when he heard it.

"Oh my! That's not bad, it makes some sense~"

Murong Sheng picked out some things, got up and handed them to Rong Yun, "Go! Sit aside and watch slowly!"

Of course, he didn't say anything about the chaos of internal strife between the DPRK and China, and most of what he gave was evidence of collaborating with the enemy and treason.

In addition, the matter of the corpse man will be explained clearly later.

I deliberately folded out the pages of that "Miaoyu Yizhi", pressed it, and pointed it to Rong Yun clearly. If you want to come to this guy to read it for a while, you can almost understand it.

As for the grievances and entanglements between Qinghe's father and the court, there is no need for outsiders to know.

certainly--

There is no need to take out these things for the time being, as long as everyone knows it well.

Rong Yun knelt and sat in the same place, turned over the things in his hands, his eyes were even more surprised.

The two people over there stopped talking to him.

Murong Sheng stood up, walked around in front of Qi Zhao, and leaned over to look at him with a smile, "Mister's complexion is not very good, do you want to go back and squint for a while? I'll accompany you!"

The lingering aftertaste of the phrase "everyone is mine" was long, and the smile on the young prince's brows and eyes did not stop, it was bright and dazzling.

He looked at the man sitting squarely, as if he was looking at the most beautiful god in the world, his eyes were full of longing and eagerness.

This is the person he puts on the tip of his heart, and he will always guard and accompany him.

"I am not tired."

Qi Zhao raised his eyebrows, but he didn't answer his fault, "If Your Highness is tired, go to sleep by yourself!"

"Oh, you—"

Murong Sheng's face drooped immediately, revealing his dissatisfaction, "Why are you so ignorant?"

The man propped his forehead, tilted his head helplessly, glanced not far away, and reminded Murong Sheng in a low voice, "There are still outsiders here—"

Murong Sheng grinned, "You can ignore him, if you can't ignore him, then let's...just talk inside?"

He could see that this person was extremely tired last night, and now he was at the end of his strength, so he squeezed his hand.

Seeing that Qi Zhao didn't resist, he just leaned over to pick him up and went inside.

Although this person's health is not a bit better than when he was in the capital, but in the final analysis, his foundation is still damaged, and he is still not comparable to ordinary people.

Qi Zhao put his arms around Murong Sheng's neck, leaned on his shoulder, closed his eyes with a smile, and rested.

The rest of the things don't need him to worry about.

The kid will take care of it.

In fact, you can't hide your admiration for someone.

For example, the child treats himself.

When Qi Zhao was young, he was aloof and arrogant, and he was used to occupying high positions. He never knew how extremely handsome and pitiful he was.

He closed his eyes, defenseless, and almost fell asleep.

Since ten years ago, when he met Murong Sheng, he was hugged by that little chubby dumpling, and muttered in a childish voice, "Brother is so pretty"; Ants, but he picked them out and threw them back blankly, scaring the fat dumpling to run away with its head in its arms; when he was seriously ill, the fat dumpling walked into his house with short legs and took out the ants for the first time. The family is majestic, and he punishes the negligent servants.

Finally until now, he can sleep peacefully in the arms of this child, trusting him wholeheartedly.

Time is the strangest thing.

Qi Zhao could feel Murong Sheng's love. When the child hugged him, he was even panting carefully, and his movements of putting him down were unbelievably gentle. Even tidying his clothes, he was... eh?

also what?

Why did he feel like something was wrong?

Why is it so cold?

Qi Zhao was extremely sleepy, but he managed to open his eyes and found that there was almost half of his clothes left on him.

"Your Highness?"

A big warm guy quickly crawled under the quilt, Qi Zhao felt his body warm up immediately, he turned his head in a daze, and his cheek was gently kissed.

"Sleep, sleep! I'll warm you up and talk to you, I won't do much!"

Qi Zhao let out a "huh", calmed down, closed his eyes again, and fell into a daze.

"I heard that a secret decree has come from the capital, and I have only arrived in the past two days, and I don't know what to do."

"Qi Zhao, do you... really want me to take that seat?"

The child's deep sigh was rarely lingering in his ears, Qi Zhao wanted to concentrate on listening to it again, but his thoughts gradually became chaotic.

"Don't blame me... Qi Zhao."