When Xiao Rong saw him, he said to him directly, "Aren't you General Jian's personal soldier? Why are you in Shuofang City?"
The man breathed a sigh of relief and walked in quickly. He clasped his fists towards the king first, then he looked at Xiao Rong helplessly, "Mr. Xiao, Murong Qi is frightened out of his wits. He has been talking incoherently these past two days and can't even describe what Han Qing looks like. He also keeps wanting to see you. General Jian knows that you want Han Qing's portrait, but now he really has no other choice, so he wants to ask if you are willing to meet him. Perhaps if he sees you, he will be more sober."
Xiao Rong: “…………”
He instantly looked at Qu Yunmie. When he heard Qu Yunmie say that Murong Qi would never have to see anyone again, he thought that he had disfigured Murong Qi. It turned out that he had driven him crazy!
When Qu Yunmie saw the look in his eyes, his scalp immediately tightened: "It's none of my business. Who knew he was so timid? I didn't even torture him, but he scared himself crazy. He's an emperor, but he only has this little courage!"
Xiao Rong: “…”
You really don't read any history at all. Emperors with courage and insight are rare. That's all.
Xiao Rong didn't want to argue with him about this. Murong Qi was like a hot potato in their hands. If they killed him, they would be criticized in the future, but if they kept him, it would be disgusting. Why should they provide the former Xianbei emperor with good food and drink? Even if their good food and drink might be equal to pig food in Murong Qi's eyes, Xiao Rong didn't want to keep a master for himself.
But now that he heard that Murong Qi had gone mad, Xiao Rong actually felt a little comforted. After all, according to the rules of the martial arts world, disabled people should be treated better. …
Xiao Rong just didn't quite understand: "Why did he want to see me? I haven't said a word to Murong Qi, but he actually knows who I am?"
The person on the other side: “…”
Upon hearing this, his face froze. He had been avoiding this question, but now he had to say: "Murong Qi doesn't know who Mr. Xiao is. Uh, he calls him the noble young man who is so handsome and exquisite that he looks like a doll carved by heaven himself."
Xiao Rong: “…”
Qu Yunmie: “…”
The former got goosebumps, while the latter's fists were already stiff.
After enduring the embarrassment, Xiao Rong couldn't help but ask him, "What is Tiangeli?"
But the person who answered Xiao Rong was not this soldier, but Qu Yunmie who was grinding his teeth: "The god of shamanism, he really thinks highly of you."
Xiao Rong was originally ashamed, but looking at Qu Yunmie's appearance, he snorted again: "Can you blame him?"
Qu Yunmie: “…………”
He turned and walked out.
Xiao Rong was stunned and quickly stood up: "Where are you going?"
Qu Yunmie turned around and said, "Go see Murong Qi. He can't see the puppet carved in Tiangeli, but if he is lucky, I can give him a chance to see Tiangeli himself."
Xiao Rong: “…”
Although Xiao Rong was stunned by Qu Yunmie's words, he did not chase after him. He just shouted at Qu Yunmie's back: "Remember to get the portrait!"
Next, Qu Yunmie took only ten personal soldiers and ran back to Shengle City.
Xiao Rong wanted to follow, but Shuofang needed manpower, and he couldn't leave everything to Yu Shaoxie. Moreover, the area between the two cities was already very safe, and if they really ran into the Xianbei who had escaped by chance, it would be their misfortune. ...
About an hour after nightfall, Qu Yunmie had already entered Shengle City. Without any delay, he went straight to find Murong Qi.
Upon learning that he had returned in person, Jian Qiao hurried out to greet him, but as he stretched his head to look left and right, Jian Qiao's expression became increasingly confused: "My lord, where is Mr. Xiao?"
Qu Yunmie: "In the Shuofang."
Jian Qiao: "...Mr. Xiao didn't come back? Then what is the king doing back?"
Qu Yunmie's fist hardened again: "Isn't it enough that I'm back?! Are you really planning to let Xiao Rong go see that sex-hungry ghost? Jian Qiao, I'm very disappointed in you!!"
Jian Qiao: “…………”
No. A sex-hungry ghost?
Jian Qiao was so confused after being scolded, but Qu Yunmie had already left him and strode towards where Murong Qi was.
After all, he was the emperor. The Zhenbei Army did not lock Murong Qi in a cell, but found a separate palace and locked all other doors, leaving Murong Qi alone there. The only room he could move around in was this room. All the people he was familiar with were gone, and every day he didn't know whether he could see the sun the next day. Under such psychological pressure, he was still a very timid person. Even without Qu Yunmie's interrogation, he would not be able to function normally for a few days.
After not seeing each other for just a few days, Qu Yunmie walked into the room again and couldn't help but wrinkled his nose.
There was a foul odor in the room, and Qu Yunmie was so disgusted that he stopped in his tracks. After he had prepared himself mentally, he swallowed his anger and moved forward.
Murong Qi this time is completely different from the last time. Last time he was trembling with fear, but at least he could speak. This time Murong Qi sat on the ground with a dazed look. I don’t know what he was thinking about, and he was actually grinning foolishly.
Qu Yunmie: “…”
He doubted deeply whether this man could still give a portrait.
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