Dressed as a tyrant and kissing the little queen

Chapter 227
There was a "click" under my feet, and I didn't know what I stepped on.

Qin Luoyu's heart was almost suffocated.

She didn't dare to lower her head at all, and she didn't dare to see whether it was a dead branch or a bone that she stepped on.

Reluctance to gather his mind, he continued to take two steps forward, and there was another "click" under his feet.

Accompanied by this "click", a shrill and strange cry seemed to sound sharply beside her.

Qin Luoyu couldn't hold back anymore, screamed in fright and threw himself into Ling Junxing's arms, trembling all over, hugged him tightly, closed his eyes and tremblingly said: "Ghost, Your Majesty, there are ghosts."

The corners of Ling Junxing's lips curled up slightly, and there was a bit of helpless pampering in his dark eyes.

Even though he was so scared, he insisted on following him in.

He softened his voice to comfort her: "There is no ghost, it's Ye Xiao's cry."

Qin Luoyu: "."

Night owl?owl?

Qin Luoyu opened his eyes in embarrassment, and pretended to cough calmly, "Chenqie, Chenqie heard wrong."

Ling Junxing did not expose her, and nodded: "Yes. I almost misheard just now."

Qin Luoyu: "."

The conversation between the two of them made it seem as if they had both heard the sound of a ghost.

Not far ahead, Ling Junxing led her to turn a corner, and saw a huge deep pit, which stretched into the shadow of the woods in darkness, as if it couldn't see the end.

Come to think of it, this is the mass grave in the southern outskirts of Los Angeles mentioned in the book.

Qin Luoyu bravely looked into the deep pit, and suddenly felt dizzy.

Under the pale moonlight, the dense white bones are shocking, and several corpses that seem to be newly dead are thrown in here.

It seems that there are a few crows pecking inside.
Qin Luoyu was so frightened that he almost threw himself into Ling Junxing's arms again.

But this time before she pounced, the man had already pulled her into his arms, blocking her view from his side.

He whispered: "If you are afraid, don't look at it. Just wait here for me, and I will be fine soon."

When Zhong Ying was thrown into the Tomb of Ten Thousand Bones, it was impossible to find the body after several years.

Ling Junxing could only light two joss sticks and burn some paper money for her beside the tomb of thousands of bones.

By the way, sprinkle a few glasses of beer wine for those members of the dead envoys.

Qin Luoyu stood aside silently, sighing slightly in his heart.

She didn't wait where she was, but also walked to the tomb of bones, knelt down beside the man, and helped burn the paper money to pay homage to Zhong Ying.

Ling Junxing glanced at her, "If you don't ask me, who is paying homage to?"

Qin Luoyu naturally knew, but she couldn't say it.

She lowered her head and threw a few pieces of paper money into the fire, "The emperor did not hesitate to risk entering the territory of the Great Qin Kingdom, and came to such a place late at night to pay homage to her. This person must be very important to the emperor."

Ling Junxing watched her silently for a while, "Actually, you have seen this person before."

Qin Luoyu was slightly stunned, "I've seen the concubine?"

"Ten years ago, during the Four Kingdoms Alliance, she came to Los Angeles with my brother."

Ling Junxing looked at her with deep meaning, "I'm afraid it is, you don't remember anymore."

Qin Luoyu pretended to be confused: "The concubine really doesn't remember."

The memory of the original owner is already blurred, but she has read that episode in the book, so she actually knows what happened at that time.

Back then, the Great Qin State attached great importance to the alliance of the four countries, and arranged residences for the envoys of the four countries in the Los Angeles Palace.

Qin Shi'an, the eldest son of the Great Qin Emperor and the elder brother of the third princess, was in charge of receiving the accompanying envoys, so he also brought his younger siblings to live in the palace.

Qin Shi'an had important affairs to attend to and had no time to take care of the third princess, so he only arranged for a maid to accompany and take care of her.

The second prince, Qin Shiding, has a temper and thinks that the third princess is a little follower who loves to cry, and he doesn't want to take her to play.

She was very lonely by herself, and when she was wandering around in the palace, she met Zhong Ying.

At that time, Zhong Ying was a handsome young man disguised as a man, accompanied by a young boy with an expressionless face.

When the third princess saw them, Zhong Ying was in the bamboo garden, making bamboo dragonflies for the little boy.

Her hands are so skillful, the bamboo dragonfly she made is lifelike and can fly very high.

The third princess watched the bamboo dragonfly flying so high in the young boy's hands with longing eyes, and she was very envious.

After Zhong Ying finished making the bamboo dragonfly, she made a bamboo flute for the little boy. The little bamboo flute is emerald green and can play a nice sound.

Zhong Ying smiled and asked the young boy, "Do you like it?"

The little boy nodded, "But I don't know how to blow."

"It's okay, I'll teach you."

The young boy learns very quickly. After a while, he can play the tune with the little bamboo flute.

Zhong Ying also made a bamboo windmill for the little boy. When the wind blows, the bamboo windmill whirls.

The third princess envied the little boy to death.

She has lived in the deep palace since she was a child, and she has never seen these folk gadgets, so she finds them very novel.

She was just hiding behind the bamboo and watching them from a distance.

Later Zhong Ying found her and waved to her: "Little sister, come here."

She hesitated, and stepped forward timidly.

Zhong Ying bent down and pinched her chubby cheeks, "What's the name of the little sister?"

She whispered, "My name is Luo Yu."

"Rain? Does it mean it's raining?"

She shook her head, "No, it's Feather's Feather."

"Oh, sister Luo Yu."

Zhong Ying smiled and said, "Do you want a windmill too? Sister, no, brother will make one for you, okay?"

The eyes of the third princess were shining brightly, "Okay! Thank you brother!"

Zhong Ying smiled slightly, took a small bamboo, and peeled a beautiful bamboo windmill for her.

The three princesses happily took it over, very happy.

Zhong Ying made her a bamboo dragonfly again, and suggested that she and her younger brother compete to see whose bamboo dragonfly could fly higher.

The third princess thought it was very interesting, but the young boy said blankly: "No comparison."

The third princess asked him in a childish voice, "Why don't you compare?"

He gave her a disgusted look: "Because you will definitely lose."

The third princess was unhappy, "I won't lose!"

The little boy glanced at her and ignored her.

Zhong Ying laughed at the side, "Junxing, let's compare with my sister."

The boy said, "I don't want to play this kind of game with children."

When the third princess heard this, she became even more unhappy: "I'm six years old!! I'm not a child!!"

The young boy looked down at her with unconcealable disgust in his eyes, as if to say, if you are not a child, then who is a child.

The third princess felt that she was deeply hurt by his eyes. After thinking about it, she seemed to be younger than her little brother.

But just because she's young doesn't mean she'll lose.

She said to her little brother solemnly: "I will definitely win you. If you don't believe me, let's compete!"

But the little brother ignored her.

At this time, a guard came to Zhong Ying, and Zhong Ying said to her little brother, "You play with my little sister, and I'll be back soon."

The little boy did not play with the three princesses.

He just sat with a cold face, expressionless.

(End of this chapter)