After bathing, Yuan Qi lay on the bed and opened the two notes and the dragon pattern jade pendant given by Master Jinghui before, will there be any connection between the three?

He disagreed with the fact that Murong Zhao was not a good person as written above.

In all fairness, Murong Zhao is really good to him, the key is that Murong Zhao still likes him, and with this alone, Murong Zhao is unlikely to hurt him.

As for Murong Zhao's knowledge of their whereabouts written on the first note, it should mean that Murong Zhao knew the whereabouts of his father's mother.

If he really knew, why didn't Murong Zhao tell him directly? Instead, he had to go around and help him investigate, and then found the Kongshan Temple.

"Childe, the ginger soup is here." There was a knock on the door, and Xiao Liu's figure shook outside the door.

Yuan Qi pressed all the objects in his hand under the pillow and picked up a book casually, "Come in." ”

Xiao Liu put the tray on the table, and then approached the bed with ginger soup, "Do you want me to ask you, or do you want to come by yourself?" ”

Yuan Yu's eyebrows raised slightly, "Don't you feel awkward when you feed me?" ”

"......" Xiao Liu felt embarrassed when he thought about that picture, "It's better for you to come by yourself, Childe." ”

"How long have you been with me?" While drinking ginger soup, Yuan Qi couldn't help but talk about other things.

Xiao Liu counted on his fingers, "I'm nineteen years old now, and I followed you when I was six years old, so it should have been thirteen years to be exact." ”

Thirteen years, it's been a long time.

Yuan Yu took the bowl and drank it all, frowning and pinning his face to the side and kept breathing, until the taste in his mouth faded a lot, and he felt more comfortable.

When he turned around, he saw Xiao Liu holding a plate of candied fruit in his hand, hurriedly grabbed a few and put them in his mouth, and said vaguely, "Why didn't you take it out earlier?" ”

He was just whining there like a dog.

Xiao Liu smiled, "I just hope that you can get used to the taste of ginger soup." ”

Yuan Qi's eyebrows frowned slightly, "Why do I think you have something to say?" ”

"I'm a rough person, I don't know what to say, son, have a good rest, I'll go and make chicken soup for you." As soon as Xiao Liu turned around, Yuan Qi decisively got up and grabbed his hand, "Usually you are not like this, let's say, what is going on?" ”

Xiao Liu was stunned and didn't turn his head to look at Yuan Qi, but said very stiffly, "I always thought that Childe sorted things out very clearly, and it wasn't until today that I realized that Childe turned out to be a fool!" It's good for Childe, Childe doesn't want it, but I prefer those that will bring trouble. ”

The more Yuan Qi listened, the more confused he became, "What do you want to say?" ”

"The prime minister likes the son, but the son doesn't want it, and chooses the current saint instead! It's like ginger soup, which can obviously bring benefits to Childe, but Childe finds it difficult to eat. Xiao Liu suddenly turned his head and glared at Yuan Qi, completely holding grievances for Murong Zhao.

"Who told you this?"

Yuan Qi had a headache and helped his forehead, when did he not want Murong Zhao, and when did he choose Xue Zhi?

Besides, it is an indisputable fact that ginger soup is indeed unpalatable.

Xiao Liu snorted coldly, "Prime Minister! Before you came back, the prime minister came to stay in the house for a while. ”

"It's all his nonsense, don't believe it." Yuan Qi really felt that his head was hurting more and more, Murong Zhao didn't look like a person who could talk nonsense, how could he say such a thing to Xiao Liu?

"The prime minister spit out the truth after drinking, I don't think it's fake, you disappoint me too much, son!" Xiaoliu turned around and left, so he was not chic.

Yuan Qi couldn't cry or laugh, Xiao Liu read the first note before, and was wary of Murong Zhao, but now he spoke for Murong Zhao, a typical wall grass, where the wind blows, it will fall.