Qi Songsheng knew his illness well. He was young, but he was full of ups and downs. He was very tolerant.
He was relieved to learn that he had won, and there was some real happiness in his forced smile.
No matter how can we not help suffering when we are young, we can tolerate it, but we hate it.
He felt that the pain was worth it.
"I can hold on for a while longer!"
He knew that he would die, and time was running out, otherwise Shang Ning would not have brought him to the battlefield.
This is just in case, ready for the turn of the throne.
The unexpected victory over the great Wei and the late Qi brought revenge and counterattack from both sides. As the parent and son of the former Qi emperor, he was a big flag.
Saint is the belief of Miao.
The little emperor, however, is the pillar of the famous generals who come to join the enemy, the people who lurk in the enemy but have great minds and their potential talents.
The situation is tense. The little emperor can't die.
"It's hard for you."
Shang Ning put his hand into the quilt and helped him cover the quilt.
The child is terrified of cold.
Her rare concern and pity was seen by Qi Cong who came in.
Qi Cong couldn't help but curl his mouth and put down his disgust.
He hated that the elder martial sister had such close contact with others. The elder martial sister was his superior. He didn't like that she paid attention to others, whether male or female.
The little emperor also noticed Qi Cong coming in, so he kept on lying down and nodded to him.
In terms of identity, Qi Songsheng was the emperor and Qi Cong was the minister. By blood, Qi Songsheng was Qi Cong's uncle and his grade was a little longer, but Qi Songsheng was afraid of Qi Cong.
Even in the face of illness and torment, Lin Yuan got used to it at last. However, when he came into contact with Qi Cong, he always trembled from the bottom of his heart.
He couldn't say exactly why.
"Why are you following me again?"
Aware of Qi Songsheng's emotional changes, Shang Ning doesn't even look back, and his tone is quite impatient.
This guy is more clingy than ever. He always follows her day and night.
Qi Cong was very happy. As long as she spoke to her, he could laugh: "I found some delicious wild fruits around the camp."
Shang Ning
Is she that good?
Qi Songsheng could only do this here. Shangning told the caretakers to pay attention to some places, so he went out of the camp and did not disturb the rest of the little emperor.
She was very busy. She had to clean up the battlefield, coordinate the supply of casualties, stabilize the morale of the army, understand the enemy's situation, and deal with the next war situation.
When you can finally sit down and have a cup of tea, shangning lies down half wantonly and reaches out his hand to Qi Cong: "bring it?"
Qi Cong blinked, looking really puzzled: "elder martial sister, what?"
His expression is very innocent.
"One! Two
To subdue bear, don't say too much. Just count one or two with a cold face. Within three, Qi Cong broke his guard. He laughed and asked his entourage to get the fruit basket hanging in the ancient well.
"This place is simple and crude. I can only keep it in an old well. It's late now. You should eat less and have a rest early. I'll pick it for you tomorrow."
Don't forget the advice, just like taking care of, considerate and affectionate.
If his image at this time can be like that of Li Mohan or Qin Shaochen, it would be very appropriate.
It's a pity that he is a little boy over five years old.
"Well."
Shangning also didn't obstinate with him. She was really tired. After eating the fruit, she was in a better mood, so she went to sleep with Qi Cong's pillow.