sir he is sweet

Murong Sheng, who was a man with a bad temper since he was a child, was later disciplined by Qi Zhao. Although he took a bit of temper, he was really not a good person.

Can he have a heart?His heart... I'm afraid it's only for one person.

Lu Xinghe, an outsider, could see the child's care for Qi Zhao, but he clearly stepped back from his proper proportions, relying on his temperament, seemingly without the slightest bit of emotion, but seemed to have something special meticulous.

When Qi Zhao heard this, he was silent for a long time.

He didn't have much strength in his body, he was so soft, he closed his eyes and rested for a while, then smiled wryly and said, "Then what do you... want me to do?"

Hearing the faint approaching footsteps outside and the sound of the rolling curtain, he sighed and lowered his voice.

"When Concubine Shu was about to make a move on Murong Sheng, I knew that the light of a person... cannot be concealed."

"Even if he has no ambitions and no support to get into that position, he will be a threat in a day."

How could he...how could he watch that little child die in the turmoil of the palace.

That kid—

I once ran to his residence in the bitter winter, and carefully put my warm body against his legs, hugged him, and rubbed him repeatedly to keep him warm.

He kept muttering in his mouth, "It's not cold anymore, it's not cold anymore, it won't be cold if I warm it up."

Even though he was still a child, he would protect him and take care of him. When he was seriously ill and almost died, he still stubbornly stopped the imperial doctor and asked people to save him.

"He's alive...he's alive! Can't give him up! He'll survive!"

There was indescribable firmness in the boy's cry, and he repeated it over and over again while holding his cold fingers.

"He'll make it through! He'll make it!"

When Qi Zhao was in a daze, Fu Yi came in with the boiled medicine.

She rubbed her eyes, looking a little sleepy, "Sir, where is A Sheng? Isn't he here?"

Lu Xinghe stood in front of Qi Zhao, raised his hand to receive the medicine, "What did you boil for?"

The little girl pouted, without being stubborn at all, handed the tray out, and complained a little: "Of course it is for nourishing the intestines and stomach. A Sheng threatened me. If I can't make up the medicine, I will throw me to the mountain to feed the tiger!"

What about people?Didn't see it either?

The sleepy bug was driven away a bit, she looked left and right, but still didn't see her A Sheng.

"His Royal Highness has left."

Qi Zhao spoke softly.

"Oh," the little girl leaned over and felt his pulse as usual, muttering non-stop, "Ah Sheng himself was injured, so don't worry about it, I don't know where to go to make a fuss, the bandaged wound It's almost cracked, it's better not to wrap it!"

She was a little angry, grinning and bulging her cheeks, expressing her dissatisfaction angrily.

But as soon as the words fell, on the bed, the man who was originally half-frowned suddenly raised his eyes.

"Just put down the medicine, I will drink it myself, Fuyi, go back and sleep for a while!"

The little girl blinked and nodded, but she was still a little uneasy, and turned around every step, "This medicine is from me..."

Without waiting for her to say more, Qi Zhao raised his slender wrist, took the medicine bowl, and drank the thick and bitter medicine in one gulp.

Only then did Fuyi leave in peace.

"you……"

Lu Xinghe turned around and slipped away like oiling the soles of his feet, but was pushed back by a gentle force, leaning on the side of the bed, and couldn't help but let out an "ouch".

"My old waist—"