"Sir." Zhao Zheng walked towards the man wearing only Chinese clothes on the dragon bed, his expression gloomy, "Are you feeling better?" Zhao Zheng slowly approached the bed, and Zhao Zheng knelt down next to the man and looked at the person under the brocade quilt.
Mu Xiuming slowly opened his eyes and stared at the emperor in front of him. He raised his arms from the quilt and shook them gently, "Hua la la... Okay? You mean after I was shackled by you?" Mu Xiuming looked coldly at the disciple he had raised for more than ten years, and couldn't help but feel a throbbing pain in his heart. Are you still afraid of him? Even if he was raised like his own son, he still can't be trusted?
"What do you want?" Mu Xiuming closed his eyes weakly, not wanting to look anymore.
This article is written by the author and the disciple.
The author resolutely implements the three no's policy: no supervision, no diligence, no double update~