Chu Chen felt empty and didn't know what he felt.

Nine years...

Although I know this is a great blessing in disgrace, how can I endure it for nine years... such a long time?

Two months after Zixi left the palace, he counted the days.

How should I count nine years, thousands of days?

"I've seen it, let's go out first." Qin Shang said, "I can't stay here for a long time."

Chu Chen pursed his lips: "I want to wait alone with Zixi for a while."

"No." Qin Shang shook his head, "You are extremely tired now. If you are invaded by the cold, you may be left with the disease. In addition, this ice room cannot be opened for a long time."

But Chu Chen wanted to see Zixi more.

Qin Shang pulled him and turned around and walked out: "If you have time in three to five months, you can come over again."

Chu Chen was pulled out, but his eyes were staring at Zixi until the door closed little by little, completely isolated his beloved woman behind the ice room.

Chu Chen felt the darkness in front of him and completely lost consciousness.

He is too tired.

Even the Iron Man could not bear it after sleeping for four days and nights. Besides, his mind was hit and it was not surprising that he fell into a coma at this time.

Qin Shang ordered someone to take him to the wing room to settle, and he went back to the Imperial Palace Water Pavilion.

The little prince is no longer in the flower hall and should have been taken away by the wet nurse. Only his master leaned against the red railing and held his chin and stared at the sparkling lake.

A white dress drags the ground, flowing endlessly.

Qin Shang walked slowly over, knelt down beside him, and spoke softly: "Master."

The Emperor Xiu didn't say anything.

"Chu Chen fainted." Qin Shang said, "I asked someone to put him down and let him sleep and go down the mountain tomorrow."

After saying that, Qin Shang raised his head: "Master..."

The Emperor Xiu turned his eyes and said, "What's the matter?"

"The master said before that if he had a lifespan of thirty years, he could give Zixi a thirty years of life..." The corners of his lips were pursed, and Qin Shang's expression was slightly tightened, "Is the master paying what price he had to pay after helping Zixi avoid this disaster?"

Emperor Xiu raised his eyebrows lightly, staring at the anxiety in his eyes quietly, and for a moment, he spoke lightly: "Are you worried about me?"

Qin Shang lowered his eyes silently and said nothing.

"Don't worry." Emperor Xiu leaned against the corridor column and stretched out his hand, casually lifting a strand of hair on his cheek. "I have worked hard to practice martial arts these days, and I have saved your position as the number one master. I haven't said congratulations to you yet."

When talking about the competition, Qin Shang was slightly stunned, and his heart suddenly felt warm and soft.

Even though half a month has passed, the joy that has not yet completely faded is still lingering in my heart.

"It's the master who has guidance." Qin Shang said in a low tone, "It's also the master's grace."

If the master hadn't been willing to keep him, he wouldn't have had a chance to win.

The martial arts competition lasts from the end of August to the second day of September, for a full three days.

In addition to the excitement, Qin Shang felt the most nervous.

Although he was 90% sure, he was still worried about the accident. Fortunately, there was no way to crack the Seven-Star Sword Technique.

Therefore, although his swordsmanship is not as perfect as his masters, he has no doubt surpassed the young masters participating in the competition in the pavilion because no one can crack it.

In fact, Qin Shang knew in his heart that such a competition was not fair to those people.
Chapter completed!