sir he is sweet

When the sky was dawning, Qi Zhao gradually settled down, and after sleeping for a while, he had a tendency to wake up.

Murong Sheng also hugged him and squinted for a while, although his spirit is not very good now, but he can still hold on.

The blood from the part where the wound was broken had stopped, and it had solidified on the clothes, forming a thin layer of scab. Counting the time, Murong Sheng felt that Qi Zhao was about to wake up, so he put him down lightly, and went to change his clothes .

Before leaving, he leaned over and kissed the man's brow.

Lu Xinghe who came in with the medicine happened to see this scene.

Different from the coercion or unrestrained laughter of the previous night, the young prince put his lips on Qi Zhao's forehead, his expression was pious, and the luster in the corners of his eyes fell easily.

Clear and dazzling.

"Are you not afraid that I will tell him?"

When passing each other, Lu Xinghe curled his lips at the other person, and suddenly felt a little teasing.

Murong Sheng squinted and smiled slightly, "Anything you want."

Then stepped out.

Lu Xing choked together, looked at his back, then looked at the people in the room, couldn't help curling his lips and moaning softly, and complained: "A dog of a feather!"

All the same bad temper.

When Qi Zhao woke up completely, it was already afternoon, and Lu Xinghe was beside him, applying hot handkerchiefs to the joints of his body.

After the attack, the joints of the whole body will inevitably become stiff. Qi Zhao often can't even stand up. He can only stand up by himself when the muscles and joints relax and soothe.

He opened his eyes, slowly waiting for his thoughts to clear up.

"Cough...Lu Xinghe?"

Holding the thick quilt under her body with her slender fingers, she was silent for a few moments, and soon heard a response.

"Well, it's me."

The darkness finally dissipated.

Qi Zhao regained some strength, raised his hand to look at his palm, and finally saw the cyanosis on his fingertips.

Don't think about it, his face must be very gray and ugly now.

"Cough...cough...where's Murong Sheng?"

Until now, he could barely sit up with Lu Xinghe's support, and his body slumped down weakly.

But strangely enough, he slept well.

It was as if he had been carefully cared for during the unbearable abdominal pain. Apart from weakness and joint stiffness, he had no other discomfort.

The lower abdomen is also warm.

This made him suddenly think of that child.

"Leave, leave before dawn."

Lu Xinghe threw the handkerchief into the basin, squinted his eyes meaningfully, and looked at Qi Zhao, "That little prince... guarded you all night, and when he left, the wound on his body opened, tsk tsk..."

He didn't count it as a criminal complaint, he only said that he had guarded it all night, as for how to keep it... didn't he say anything?

The little prince won't make trouble for him!

Qi Zhao closed his eyes, leaned on his side, and looked down at himself.

After pondering for a long time, he said softly: "He is a pure and kind child."

Choosing him as the master, apart from the slightest selfishness, is actually choosing for the sake of the world.

That child was taught by him alone, and if he ascends the throne, it will definitely delay this peaceful and prosperous world as he thought.

And his brothers will not be affected much, he is not a bloodthirsty person, and he does not have too much hostility towards his brothers. According to the emperor's way, he can be called benevolent and pure.

That's... just fine.

Hearing this, Lu Xinghe couldn't help laughing, "Pure heart?"

He chewed these words slowly, and his voice gradually became quiet, "Qi Zhao, among the princes, he is not the only one with a pure and kind heart. You never thought about it, why did you choose him?"