Dressed as a tyrant and kissing the little queen

Chapter 181 Emotional 1
When Ling Junxing finally let go of the girl, the eyes staring at the girl in his arms were terribly dark.

In the pitch-black pupils, there seemed to be two groups of scalding flames dancing, which could burn a person to death in minutes.

It seems that since that day, by the hot spring pool, seeing her... in the water, I can't help but want to do this.

Although she shrank in the water that day, only showing a small head, the hot spring water was too clear.

What he didn't want to see at first was just a glance. Under the seaweed-like black hair, her body curled up under the water crashed into his eyes without warning.

It seems that I can't linger anymore, and when I close my eyes at night, that picture will involuntarily appear in my mind.

Ling Junxing didn't even know when he started to reject her as an ordinary woman.

Perhaps, it was because in the ruined temple, when he mistakenly thought she was just a man, he had already hugged her.

Perhaps, it was because on the wedding night, she was obviously terrified of him, but she still pretended to be calm and called him husband with a sweet smile.

Or maybe, that day when she rode her horse and galloped all the way to Ancheng, she curled up in his arms, quietly grabbed his robe, and was unknowingly attached to him.

It was a strange feeling, hard to describe in words.

Because of her, there seems to be something different in my life.

Just like when he was young, he suddenly picked up the little hare. When he was studying in the Taixue, he heard the teacher say "There are rabbits, and the pheasants are away from Luo", and he couldn't help but think of the little hare he raised. The little rabbit in Prince Zhao's Mansion.

He has been a very self-disciplined and quiet person since he was a child, especially when he was studying, he has never been shaken by anyone.

However, sometimes there is a little expectation in his heart, he wants to go home from school quickly, see the little rabbit earlier, feed it food, and make it happy.

Before meeting her, or in other words, during the years when his eldest brother and Miss Zhong had an accident, he used iron and blood to create the Xiaoqi Camp, and every day was occupied by military affairs, wars, and state affairs. He had never given birth to such a fetter to anyone warmth.

He used to be His Royal Highness King Zhao who was cold and silent all night, the commander of the Xiaoqi Battalion admired and admired by people, and the undefeated young God of War of the Ling Kingdom.

At that time, he hadn't married a concubine, and he wasn't the big wife-killer that everyone talked about.

The noble family flocked to him, His Royal Highness Prince Zhao, and tried every means to get their daughter to marry into Prince Zhao's residence.

There are even those who flatter and flatter those who are in power, and have painstakingly explored many ways to win his favor.

Some gave him famous swords, some gave him Maxima, some gave him rare treasures, and some gave him beauties.

He refused them all, not even letting these people enter the door of Prince Zhao's Mansion.

However, there is no way to stop a bold official from inviting him to a banquet in the name of business.

As a result, when he was led into the backyard, what was waiting for him was not any guests, but a stunning woman in light clothes who came forward enchantingly.

Perhaps in the hearts of those people, the young His Royal Highness Zhao Wang was just at the time of his youth, so even if he didn't love famous swords or horses, he would definitely love beautiful women.

But he didn't know that the approach of those women would only arouse his subconscious resentment and disgust.

To him, the intimacy between men and women was once disgusting and disgusting, and extremely dirty.

Ten years ago, on the night of Zhong Ying's tragic death, although he did not personally witness the tragedy of that night, it was tantamount to seeing it with his own eyes.

When those condemned prisoners returned to prison, they relished what happened that night in obscene and vulgar language.

Those piercing laughter and obscene words pierced his heart like sharp needles, making it hard for him to breathe.

The numerous fine and dense scars, like brand marks, remained in his young heart forever.

So many years later, it is still hard to let go.

Zhong Yingyu used to be like a sister, a sister-in-law, and sometimes almost like a mother.

His biological mother, Empress Dowager Deng, was just an ordinary concubine in the late emperor's harem. She was indifferent by nature and had no intention of competing for favor. She only devoted herself to eating fast and reciting Buddhism.

The empress mother's devotion to the Buddha seems to have become a burden even to his son.

When he was very young, Ling Junxing no longer lived in the palace with his mother, but moved into Prince Zhao's mansion alone.

The only person who takes care of him on weekdays is the old steward of Prince Zhao's Mansion.

The father is busy with state affairs, and the mother only has Buddha in her eyes.

Although he is a prince, no one knows about him, and he is just a child who is ignored by his parents and loved by no one.

If there are any warm memories when he was young, they were brought to him by his elder brother Ling Chengji.

Later, Zhong Ying was added to this warm memory.

She would hold his hand, take him through the night market in the night city, and buy him all kinds of delicious snacks and fun toys.

She would buy sweet preserved fruit for him when he was sick.

After he finished drinking the medicine, he suddenly stuffed a candied fruit into his mouth, looked at his stunned look, and smiled happily.

She and her eldest brother will take him to gallop in the autumn hunting ground, take him to climb the towering Jiyu Mountain, play and laugh in the mountain stream, and climb up the big tree that pierces the sky to pick wild fruits for him.

Even when she was exhausted, she still held his hand firmly, climbed up to the top of the mountain little by little, and showed him the first ray of light piercing through the clouds in the morning...

Miss Zhong, bathed in the morning glow, is the kindness and warmth that he has always remembered in his heart.

Although Miss Zhong and elder brother are not engaged yet, he already regards her as his elder sister-in-law in his heart.

He is fortunate that he has an elder brother who is like a father, and an elder sister-in-law who is like a mother.

Many things that were missing in childhood seem to be slowly made up for by the eldest brother and Miss Zhong.

But such a good elder sister-in-law disappeared forever in that cruel night in Los Angeles.

Although the eldest brother is alive, he can hardly recognize anyone.

The first emperor couldn't believe that his eldest son, who had placed high hopes on him, turned into such a crazy appearance. After a serious illness, he completely blocked the news of his elder brother.

Whether in the court or in the palace, no one knew that the elder brother was still alive.

Everyone thought he died in Los Angeles.

But only he and the first emperor knew that the eldest brother was still alive, but his life was worse than death.

Regardless of the dissuasion of his courtiers, the first emperor insisted on formally declaring war with the Great Qin with the soldiers of the whole country.

In the following ten years, there were constant wars and small battles. The two countries killed one thousand enemies and suffered eight hundred losses.

However, the late emperor's desire for revenge became more and more paranoid.Half a year ago, even though he had just recovered from a serious illness, he launched a war against the Great Qin Kingdom again.

Only then did the peace with the Great Qin Kingdom come about, as well as the defeat of Luocheng.

In fact, this marriage...it was not necessary for him to marry the Third Princess of Qin.

The first emperor originally arranged for the person to be married to be the fourth brother Ling Qizhao.

The first emperor said, "The princes of my Ling country marry their princesses of Daqin, which is actually flattering them."

The fourth brother was furious and unwilling to marry, so later, he married.

But looking back now, whether it was ten years ago or ten years later, the encounter between him and her seems to be a secret, a will of God.

(End of this chapter)