sir he is sweet

Perhaps it was because of his slack mind that Qi Zhao developed a low-grade fever while falling asleep.

He coughed so badly that he couldn't breathe, his waist and abdomen were weak, and a mouthful of bloody sputum accumulated in his cavity, and he couldn't cough it out no matter what.

Without any hesitation, Murong Sheng pushed his chest and abdomen with all his strength, and stretched out with his lips.

The man's frail body was limp in Murong Sheng's arms, trembling slightly, murmuring pain.

"Where does it hurt?"

Murong Sheng couldn't help being startled, this person has a strong temper, but if he has any consciousness, why has he ever cried out in pain?

"pain……"

Qi Zhao was unconscious, just huddled in Murong Sheng's arms, his whole body was icy cold.

Murong Sheng couldn't do it, so he could only try a little bit.

I touched the whole body, only when the second joint of the lumbar vertebra and the knee bone of the right leg were touched, the person in the arms would unconsciously struggle.

Murong Sheng sighed, and slowly gathered his internal energy to warm him up.

This person was injured all over, once Fu Yi asked, the girl couldn't even count her fingers, so Murong Sheng didn't dare to listen anymore.

"That seat...do you like it too?"

He made a small sound, resting his chin on the man's shoulder, his eyes glowed slightly, "I want to win anyway, since you like it too, it's a coincidence."

"If you want me to go, I'll go, okay?"

The fact that the hole for selling silver was dug out shocked the ground of the entire capital. The bad debts of the household department have not been sorted out, and Murong Sheng needs to spend a lot of time and energy on it.

"Senior brother is really amazing, he can see much faster than me."

Seeing the case file on Wen Han's right hand leveling down little by little, Murong Sheng couldn't help but feel admiration in his heart, and sighed with emotion at this person's ability.

As expected, he was born as an eunuch with the palm print of Emperor Qian.

Wen Han caressed his forehead, raised his eyes and glanced over, and said in a strange way: "Who knows where your thoughts are going!"

Murong Sheng rested his chin, sighed melancholy, with a youthful look in his eyes, "I'm not talented enough! What's more, I haven't learned these things in these years. Seriously... I only know a little bit."

This is true, Wen Han paused, knowing that he practiced the emperor's mind, learned the art of war and tactics, even if he could read the loopholes in these ledgers, such a large-scale casting of the net would be very difficult.

"Go and rest!"

Wen Han glanced at the sky, his face was calm, "I'll see the rest."

Murong Sheng was dumbfounded.

"Ah... ah?"

He glanced at the pile of things, a little hesitant: "You... look at it? Can't you see the dawn?"

"if not?"

Wen Han squinted at him, and said sarcastically: "Depending on your progress, thank God if you don't lag behind."

The battered Murong Sheng responded unhappily, and retreated in frustration.

Wen Han lifted his lips slightly, and moved his disused leg a little, his eyes full of impatience.

"Cough cough..."

Qi Zhao raised that child as an emperor?Is your temper too soft and kind?

Wen Han was slightly startled, rubbed his sore forehead, and continued to look down at the ledger.

He basically won't let outsiders intervene in such a highly secretive matter as checking accounts.

He thought that the child had gone back to sleep, but after a while, footsteps sounded, he looked up and saw Murong Sheng rushing in excitedly, "Senior brother!"

He brought a lot of things over, including a bowl of lotus seed soup and two stoves.

"I see that you don't have much for dinner, are you hungry?"

With bright eyes, he held the stove to Wen Han's legs very carefully, and asked cautiously, "Will it be warmer if I leave it like this?"

The light in the bottom of the eyes - so similar to the person in the memory.