Concubine God

Chapter 17

Gently putting the bracelet on her slender wrist, Long Aoxuan held the catkin in his hand, and lost his mind for a moment, which made Murong Zijing, who was secretly observing him, couldn't help covering his mouth and laughing again.

Hee hee... He's so innocent, so cute... Hey, she won't be able to resist sneaking up on him...

Originally, she thought she was just thinking about it, but when she realized it, Murong Zijing realized...she actually turned her heart into action!

Their lips were pressed together, and the stunned two looked at each other, and they both clearly saw the disbelief in each other's eyes.They actually kissed each other on the first day they got along?
After being dazed for a few seconds, the two separated quickly like a fire, with varying degrees of blush appearing on their faces.

"Ahem... this... this was purely accidental..." Although it was to her liking, this was her first kiss in ancient times, so she should be more reserved.

"Hmm..." Long Aoxuan nodded in a daze, unable to explain what he was feeling.Although he is not close to women, it is not completely without need, but it is purely venting, even kissing, there is no feeling, some are just disgusted, but now, he was attacked by a little girl, not only did he not react immediately Throwing her away, when her lips left him, he was even a little bit reluctant and nostalgic for that soft and sweet taste...

"That... the bracelet you gave me is very beautiful, I like it very much, thank you." Murong Amethyst lowered her head shyly as her small hand touched her red lips, recalling the short but sweet kiss just now, While secretly having fun.

"Actually, it's nothing. Your Murong royal family didn't accept our betrothal gift. I gave this bracelet just to show my heart." As soon as he finished speaking, Long Aoxuan stopped, suddenly realizing that he might have said something wrong again. .

Sure enough, as soon as he finished speaking, he heard Murong Zijing's exclamation from beside him——

"What? My elder brother and the others didn't accept your dowry?" Yay, bah, it's fine for her elder brother to let her have a political marriage, but it's still "sold at a low price"?Murong Ziying, you better not let this princess go back to the country, otherwise, as soon as I see you, see if I won't punish you to death!
"Baby, you seem very unhappy." Looking at Murong Zijing's surprised expression, Long Aoxuan actually felt a little disappointed. Could it be that she is like ordinary palace nobles who care about these extraneous things?Thinking of this possibility, Long Aoxuan's face turned cold, turning into the usual ruthless.

"Of course I'm not happy! Because it means that my brothers don't love me anymore, they just treat me as a cheap commodity and sell me casually...Wow..." As she said that, Murong Zijing's face collapsed, without warning. He burst into tears, with no image at all.

"Uh...don't cry, I believe His Majesty Murong didn't mean that, it's just..." Seeing Murong Zijing's unstoppable tears rolling down her chubby face like pearls with a broken thread, a small His face has long been wrinkled into a bitter gourd, and his little hands are rubbing his eyes vigorously, but the rubbing is getting redder and redder. This makes Long Aoxuan feel more and more distressed, and also regrets why he said something. Misunderstood that such an innocent villain would pay as much attention to money as those vulgar noble daughters.

Who knows, what she pays most attention to is the family's love for her that may be contained in it.However, for a while, he couldn't think of how to explain to her the reason why Murong Dynasty did not accept the dowry, and he didn't know why, so Long Aoxuan could only anxiously watch Murong Zijing continue to cry, The big hand stretched out clumsily in the air, not knowing whether to take the initiative to comfort her.

While hesitating, she saw that Murong Zijing stopped her tears and stopped crying, but her small mouth was still pouting, her pink cheeks were swollen, and the remaining anger on her face was still lingering.

"Why, stop crying?" Long Aoxuan leaned down slightly and asked, staring at Murong Zijing's tear-stained face as if looking at a child.

Shaking her head, Murong Zijing said with a little embarrassment: "I... I am hungry and have no strength to cry..."

"Hehe..." Her childish answer amused Long Aoxuan, her smile softened the cold and hard lines of his face, and he messed up Murong Amethyst's soft hair lovingly, as if treating her most beloved Like his little sister, he agreed, "I'll tell the maid to prepare lunch for you right away." It turned out that it was already noon before you knew it.

"But..." Murong Zijing looked puzzled, "Shouldn't everyone eat together? It's not good for the two of us to eat alone." Whether it is in modern or ancient Murong, her family is like this.

Murong Zijing's questioning words and clear eyes made Long Aoxuan stunned for a moment, and then, like a leopard that had been touched by a wound, his face suddenly became gloomy, and his tone seemed indifferent: "In the Holy Dragon Palace, There has never been a scene of eating together, and from now on, only this king will have dinner with you."

"I don't want it!" Murong Zijing clenched her fists and shouted firmly without being frightened by Long Aoxuan's coldness.

"You can't help but say no!" Long Aoxuan's face turned a little colder, and his tone became tougher, and he could not refuse.

"If you don't eat together, you're not considered a family at all!" Long Aoxuan's merciless refusal made Murong Zijing's eyes reddened with aggrieved eyes, but the determination in those black eyes still didn't fade in the slightest.

"In the Holy Dragon Royal Family, the word 'family' has never appeared!" Murong Zijing's words deeply touched the most painful wound in Long Aoxuan's heart, and the sternness on his face began to crack. Gradually, there was a trace of grief that even he himself hadn't noticed.

Shocked by Long Aoxuan's blurted words, Murong Zijing looked deeply at the man in front of her.His face was still ruthless, but the sadness deep in his gaze and the deep pain contained in his words clearly expressed his longing for home and his inner loneliness and pain.

Putting back her excited and angry expression just now, Murong Zijing's face showed unprecedented distress and tenderness, she walked forward slowly, she stretched out her lotus arms, and wrapped them around Long Aoxuan's lean waist, her small face gently Pressing against his chest, she quietly listened to his powerful heartbeat. After a long time, she said, "In the future, let me give you a home..."

(End of this chapter)