Dressed as a tyrant and kissing the little queen

Chapter 132 Rabbit 3
When Ling Junxing returned to Prince Zhao's mansion, he saw the bloody mouth and stiff body of the rabbit, and couldn't tell what it felt like.

It doesn't seem to be possible to say how sad it is, but there is some loss, and there is also a little bit of sadness.

Other than that, a bit of a disappointment.

When he was young at that time, he didn't know much about the nature of animals, and he couldn't figure out why he was so sincere to the little rabbit, but the little rabbit kept running away.

Now he can naturally understand that little rabbit, but he still doesn't understand the third princess.

She said that she wanted to go home, but she never thought about where she would go even if she escaped from Night City?

Without a token, it's just that there are many barriers in the cities of the Ling Kingdom, and she can't get through.

Although the two countries are negotiating peace, there are still many people who hate Daqin.Once her identity is revealed, all that awaits her is death.

Taking ten thousand steps back, even if she could really pass through the barriers of the Ling Kingdom and return to the Great Qin Kingdom, would the Great Qin Kingdom dare to stay?
The two identities of Daqin and the pro-princess, the Queen of the Ling Kingdom, already doomed her to leave the Ling Kingdom and his side.

Even if there is another Xiao Shangyan, so what?
Xiao Shangyan couldn't protect her when he got married, but now that she has become his queen, Xiao Shangyan couldn't protect her even more.

However, she didn't seem to understand it, and she still wanted to go home.

Xue Yuheng said she was smart and quick-witted, but he couldn't see her.

It's a bit silly, just like the little rabbit who wanted to escape Prince Zhao's mansion and didn't care about the consequences.

You don't know that even if she gets hit badly, she won't be able to return to Daqin at all.

Regardless of whether it was because she was reluctant to part with the water and soil there, or because she was reluctant to part with some people there, it was impossible for her to go back.

……

Qin Luoyu stood quietly by the lotus pond, waiting for Ling Junxing to speak.

It's so late, since this person appeared in Prince Zhao's mansion, and came to look for her by the lotus pond, he must have something to say.

However, after waiting for a long time, only the chirping of autumn insects in the cold night and the rustling of the wind blowing through the rustling trees could be heard.

Puzzled, she looked up at Ling Junxing again, only to find that Ling Junxing was also looking at her.

Under the moonlight, those originally pitch-black pupils were even more profound, like two dark ancient wells with no bottom, watching her calmly.

Qin Luoyu's hairs stood on end when he saw him, "Your Majesty?"

Ling Junxing didn't answer, and slowly walked a few steps in front of her.

Qin Luoyu retreated subconsciously, but unexpectedly there was a lotus pond behind him, and he almost stepped on the ground with his foot.

Before the scream could be heard, she was already caught in the arms of the big devil.

She was still in shock and almost stuck to the man's chest, and wanted to back out, but Ling Junxing's arm was not loose, she couldn't break free, and was fixed in this ambiguous and weird posture for life.

Qin Luoyu's heart was beating like a drum, and he didn't know what Ling Junxing wanted to do. If he dared to play hooligans - would she just slap him like she did in the ruined temple?

The man stared at her with lowered eyes, and after a while, he raised his hand and slowly stroked her long hair that had been blown messy by the wind before, his movements could even be considered gentle.

Qin Luoyu inexplicably had the illusion that the big devil was plucking her hair, but the key point was that she wasn't a kitten, puppy, or animal?
After smoothing the hair, the big devil didn't finish, his slender fingers lightly landed on her red and swollen eyelids, Qin Luoyu closed his eyes subconsciously, and said tremblingly, "Your Majesty?"

The slightly callused fingertips caressed her eyes little by little, and the man said in a low voice: "Does it hurt?"

(End of this chapter)