sir he is sweet

Being questioned like this, Murong Sheng couldn't help but look embarrassed, scratched his head, stumbling like a guilty conscience who couldn't recite books when he was a child, "Mr...Mr. is sick, it's time to recuperate, wait... wait Little things, I thought Mr. didn't... didn't care..."

Qi Zhao almost laughed angrily at him.

"Your Highness thinks that I don't care about privately going to...cough cough...going to the south, cough...don't care, right?"

The man coughed in anger, his already strong body suddenly became fatigued and lost his strength.

"That was not what I meant."

Murong Sheng was dumbfounded, quickly embraced the man's limp body, and lightly kowtowed on his back, feeling that his usual eloquence disappeared in this instant, and he couldn't stop stuttering.

"Don't worry, sir, your heart and lungs are already weak, you can't move your heart anymore, cough slowly—"

Panicked like coaxing a child.

This man was tall and morbidly thin, his waist was so slender, Murong Sheng patted his back for him, coaxed him to cough hard, and at the same time handed a handkerchief to his lips, causing him to spit it out.

Qi Zhao was also struggling to hold on, and finally was coaxed and tricked, so he managed to cough up a mouthful of bloody phlegm.

The whole person suddenly fell limp as if his bones had been pumped out.

Murong Sheng threw away his handkerchief, took a cup of tea and came to wait for Qi Zhao to rinse his mouth.

"Sir, you are not feeling well, just rely on me to rest for a while!"

Qi Zhao spat out the fragrant tea that he had rinsed his mouth, shook his head wearily, and refused hoarsely, "What does it look like? How can it be decent?"

"But sir, it's because of me..."

The carriage was galloping on the mountain road, Murong Sheng held him steady, slowly stroked the man's skinny back, and said in a low voice, "Mister saved my life, if something happens to Mr, I won't live!"

The last sentence is just like a child's cheating.

Qi Zhao was so choked that he couldn't answer, so he could only lie softly in his arms, let him hold him, panting softly: "I saved His Highness, not asking His Highness to return."

"I knew!"

Murong Sheng responded in a serious manner, "It is precisely because of this that I can't let go. If I really have nothing to report, it should be taken for granted. Wouldn't it be that the imperial family's style is trampled under my feet and it is difficult to inherit?"

Qi Zhao: "..."

Well, you won, I can't say no to you.

He closed his eyes and said nothing more.

Murong Sheng knew that this was the acquiesced meaning of being close to him, so he couldn't help but be extremely happy, half embraced Qi Zhao, and rubbed his back carefully.

After sitting for a long time, it is naturally uncomfortable, the back is stiff, and the man has many old injuries, and the vertebrae are damaged. After sitting for a long time, it is naturally uncomfortable.

"Ho..."

As soon as Murong Sheng exerted some force, he trembled unbearably, "Don't...be gentle..."

There is obvious dislocation of the lumbar joints, and it is obvious that there is an old injury.

Murong Sheng was silent for a long time, and then said very softly: "Sir... this place seems to be cracked."

How many old injuries, big and small, did this person have?Really rare.

"Well," Qi Zhao didn't hide anything, closed his eyes and said in a low voice, his tone was calm as if discussing the weather, "I was stabbed in the middle before, and it was almost broken."

Murong Sheng took a deep breath and turned pale with shock, "Then...doesn't that hurt often?"

"Not at all." Even if he didn't open his eyes, Qi Zhao could still imagine the child's frightened face, couldn't help curling his lips, and said lightly: "Or sitting or lying down for a long time, It only hurts more when the weather is bad."