Dressed as a tyrant and kissing the little queen

Chapter 437

Qin Luoyu wanted to laugh when he saw the changing expression on Qingling Junxing's face.

However, his face was still as if nothing had happened, and the cloud was very light: "Finally recognized me? I thought I hadn't seen you for three years, and the emperor completely forgot about me."

Ling Junxing's voice seemed to be blocked by something, his voice was extremely hoarse, "I haven't forgotten, I just can't believe it's you."

He couldn't believe that he had such good luck, he couldn't believe that God would send her back to him again.

Once the treasure that had been broken and lost appeared in front of him again, he was afraid that it was just his illusion.

He was afraid that if he believed it, the illusion would become empty again.

And he couldn't bear to lose her again, he really couldn't bear it.

Seeing Ling Junxing like this, Qin Luoyu felt distressed and sad: "Then why do you believe it now? Didn't you say you want to interrogate me? If you have anything to ask, the emperor can ask now."

Lord Ling looked at her fixedly, "I don't need to ask."

If he had been outside that jade shop before, he would still have doubts.

However, I heard the conversation between her and the child with my own ears, and heard her mention the old things in Prince Zhao's mansion.

How could he not trust her at all.

The girl in front of him, her tone of voice, her appearance, her demeanor, it is clear that she is the one he thinks about day and night.

"The emperor really doesn't want to ask?"

Qin Luoyu raised his eyebrows: "Don't say that I'm a fake again. If you get rough again, I will never forgive you."

Recalling his behavior in a fit of rage in the jade shop earlier.

Ling Junxing's eyes dimmed a bit, and he turned around and ordered someone to bring the wound medicine.

His eyes fell on the little guy who was still hugging Qin Luoyu's neck, and Ling Junxing said indifferently: "Come down."

Ling Jian stared at him without any fear, but hugged Qin Luoyu even tighter: "No more."

Ling Junxing was patient: "She was injured and needs medicine."

Ling Jian glanced at the medicine in his hand, and stretched out his little hand: "Give me the medicine, and I will apply it to my mother."

Ling Junxing was expressionless: "Do you know who I am?"

Ling Jian's small face was indifferent, and he turned his head away, as if he didn't bother to answer his question at all.

Ling Junxing: "."

I really want to beat him up.

If he hadn't seen his mother here, he would have beaten the little guy to cry for his father and mother.

Seeing the father and son confront each other silently here.

Qin Luoyu was angry and funny, took the medicine in Ling Junxing's hand, "Okay, okay, I don't want any of you to help, I will come by myself later."

She glanced at Ling Junxing, and finally softened her tone: "Let someone prepare a meal for Xiaobao first, he should be hungry."

Ling Junxing's expression was a bit indescribable: "Xiaobao?"

Qin Luoyu nodded: "The child's nickname is this, and his eldest name is Lingjian."

She put Ling Jian down from her arms, and said softly: "Xiao Bao, haven't you always wanted to find your father? In this world, you should call him Emperor Father. Can you please call him?"

Ling Jian pursed his small mouth tightly, and remained silent, refusing to scream.

Qin Luoyu was a little helpless. The child probably wanted to hate Lord Shangling because of what happened during the day.

I can only guide slowly in the future, so that Ling Junxing can cultivate more feelings with him.

After eating with Ling Jian, he bathed the child and coaxed him to sleep.

As usual, he told several stories, and when he fell asleep, Qin Luoyu came out lightly.

At a glance, Ling Junxing was standing silently in front of the window, waiting for her.

Seeing her coming out, Ling Junxing turned around, his eyes were so dark that it was unreasonable: "For more than three years, have you taken care of him personally every day like this?"

"It's not every day. I have my mother to help. Mom, you know what it means, it's what you call mother here."

Qin Luoyu was so thirsty when he told the story to the child, he went to the table and poured a cup of tea, "Our place is no better than the emperor's place, and there is no such thing as a servant. Besides, my own children are always brought by themselves to be at ease." .And Xiaobao recognizes people, he doesn’t want anyone except me and my mother.”

Ling Jun walked for a long while without saying a word, but his heart felt a pain like suffocation.

A young mother lives alone with her child. Here, it is called an orphan and a widow.

The days of orphans and widows, no matter which world they live in, must be very difficult.

In the past three years, she should have lived very hard, but he couldn't be by her and the child's side.

Ling Junxing said slowly: "Why don't you marry?"

When you get married, life will always be easier.

Qin Luoyu forced a smile: "I really want to marry, but I can't meet someone as good as the emperor, so I can't get married anyway, so I have to come back to find the emperor."

When I met him, I gave him all my likes, all my love, and all my thoughts.

My heart is full of him, how can I pretend to be the second person.

If you want to blame, you can only blame Ling Junxing for being too good and treating her so well that no matter who she looks at, she feels that she can't compare with Ling Junxing.

After all the sails are gone, all the cold branches are not willing to live.

Only he is the one in her heart, the one who misses her the most in her dream at midnight.

Ling Junxing's dark eyes fell on the dark red scar on the girl's neck, and he said in a hoarse voice, "Oh, how are you?"

Qin Luoyu sighed: "Of course, otherwise I wouldn't be thinking about the emperor after so many years."

I wonder if you, as the emperor, can be more confident.

It's not good to be nice to her like him, what else is there to applaud.

Ling Junxing was silent for a while, and put the medicine that Qin Luoyu had taken earlier and put it beside the desk, but he didn't bother to bring it over.

He said softly, "Look up."

Qin Luoyu raised her head obediently, the man picked out a smear of ointment, and lowered his eyes to apply the medicine to the wound on her neck.

His movements were very gentle, as if he was afraid of hurting her.

Qin Luoyu looked at Ling Junxing without blinking, remembering that in Luocheng, he seemed to have applied medicine to her like this.

For no reason, the eye sockets became moist.

In the three years since she left him, except when she just woke up and cried once, she kept telling herself not to cry.

At first, she was afraid that she would be too depressed, which would affect the child in her womb, and that Xu Yunying would be worried, so she held back and didn't dare to cry.

Later, when she had a child, she had to face so many things that she couldn't cry.

Countless times at night I dreamed of Ling Junxing, and I woke up with tears countless times, but I could only secretly hide in the bed and let myself cry for a while.

I really didn't dare to cry too much, for fear that my eyes would be red and swollen, and Xu Yunying would feel uncomfortable when I saw her the next day.

No matter how hard it was, no matter how wronged she was, she gritted her teeth and persisted, never shed a single tear in front of others.

Even in front of Xue Yuheng, she never complained about her suffering.

But facing Ling Junxing at this moment, those grievances hidden in his heart, the grievances that no one can say in the past three years.

It seemed to pop out all at once, and the tears couldn't stop falling down.

Tears fell on Ling Junxing's hands, and Ling Junxing's movement of applying the medicine froze.

(End of this chapter)