Dressed as a tyrant and kissing the little queen

Chapter 97 Ten Years
The old steward hurriedly supported Jueying to get up, "Young Master Ji's illness happened too suddenly today, and this old servant was careless at the time. I don't blame Jueying for not giving you the medicine that Doctor Xue gave you earlier."

Xue Yuheng usually came to see Mr. Ji at night, but today he had something to go back to the hermitage in the outskirts of the city, and he came here early in the morning, and he specially left the pills when he left for emergencies.

The old steward couldn't have imagined that Ji Gongzi, who was usually obedient and quiet, suddenly went crazy tonight.

Lord Ling asked, "Why did he suddenly get sick?"

"The guards said that Mr. Ji was in a good mood after eating. He went to the yard to look at the moon for a long time, and suddenly started crying. The old slave came to persuade him, but he got excited and wanted to rush out of the yard. The guards came up I wanted to stop him before, but somehow it might stimulate him to think of the old things and go crazy."

The old steward paused, his old eyes filled with sadness, "Master mistook the third princess for Miss Zhong, hugged the third princess and cried and called Miss Zhong's name..."

The third princess wore a red dress today.As for Miss Zhong Ying, she loved wearing red clothes the most back then.

The old steward still remembers that when Miss Zhong and... Mr. Ji came to Prince Zhao's Mansion to invite His Royal Highness to go hunting in autumn, they were dressed in red like fire, white horses like snow, long hair fluttering, and smile like flowers.

"Let's compete to see who gets to the hunting ground first, shall we?"

Often before Mr. Ji and His Highness agreed, Miss Zhong had already whipped her horse, and the snow-colored white horse galloped away, leaving a string of clear laughter like silver bells in the wind.

Every time at this time, Mr. Ji would look at Miss Zhong's back with a smile, and lead His Royal Highness who was still young to chase after her...

In the blink of an eye, it has been ten years.

If ten years ago, without the incident in Los Angeles, Mr. Ji and Ms. Zhong were singing in harmony, I'm afraid they would have had several children...

Now that I think about it, I can only sigh that fate is ruthless and good fortune tricks people.

The room was extremely quiet, save for the slight crackling of candles as they burst.

It seems that because of the old steward's "Ms. Zhong", many past events that have been deliberately dusted are emerging little by little. The heartbreaking sadness, after many years, still makes everyone in the room breathless Come.

The old steward seemed to be aware of his gaffe, and hastily changed the subject: "The young master has been fine for the past few days, but he fell ill tonight for some reason, and when Mr. Xue comes tomorrow, the old slave will let Mr. Xue show him well. "

After a long while of palpitating silence, Ling Junxing waved his hands slowly, his voice a little hoarse: "Back off. I want to be alone for a while."

The door of the room was gently closed, and Ling Junxing's eyes fell on the sleeping Ji Gongzi's knife-scarred face, as if he had been stung, and he could hardly bear to look any longer.

The invisible blunt knife that has been lingering in my heart for many years and gradually eroded by blood stains began to stir in the heart bit by bit, stirring up the already shapeless heart, blood and flesh were messed up, and the pain was painful. Deep into the bone marrow.

As if unbearable to bear the severe pain, Ling Junxing's tall and straight figure also slightly bent, in the dim light, showing an extremely bleak and desolate look.

He gently held Mr. Ji's hand, and called out a long-lost address in a low, hoarse voice, almost inaudible.

The old steward didn't know why Mr. Ji suddenly went berserk tonight, but how could Mr. Ling not know.

Ten years ago, the night when Zhong Ying was tortured to death by the prisoners, the moonlight was as bright as it is today.

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(End of this chapter)