Bodyguard of the Goddess

Listening to the narrative of Prince Ling, the softest piece of Xiao Zheng’s heart was touched.

At midnight, the bright moonlight outside the window diffused in. Gently pat the pretty face of the morbid white in the prince. The diffuse disinfectant smell is quite pungent, but it is gradually diluted by the sandalwood that is ignited by Yingxiang. Xiao Zheng recalled the words of the prince Fang Ling, who had a familiar resonance.

"Everything is getting better now." Xiao Zheng sighed and said. "You have succeeded. No one will compete with you again."

Prince Ling Xiaomi smiled slightly: "This is thanks to Mr. Xiao for his support."

"Thank you?" Xiao Zheng smiled bitterly. "I have nothing to do."

Prince Ling Xiao seems to be unwilling to entangle too much on this topic. After a few words, his face is full of exhaustion.

"Get some rest early." Xiao Zheng got up. "I will see you tomorrow."

Prince Ling Xiao looked at Xiao Zheng with a meaningful look and nodded. "Good night."

Exit the room. When Xiao Zhengyi turned his head, he met the Yingxiang waiting behind the door.

Her delicate face was hung with a thick worry. When Xiao Zheng came out, he was too busy to ask: "Is your Royal Highness?"

"Nothing. Just rest for a while." Xiao Zheng nodded and smiled. "You don't have to be too nervous. Your Royal Highness is very good, not as weak as you think."

Ying Xiang nodded lightly, and a hanging heart relaxed. But immediately, she was also concerned about Xiao Zheng: "What about you? I just saw that you seem to have blood..."

"Not my blood." Xiao Zhengwan smiled.

Say it. This evening, he really played an autumn wind. Did not play a decisive role. Prince Tianxiong includes a master, and the main injuries are made by Prince Ling. Although he finally saved the life of Prince Ling. But in this hard battle alone, he really does not contribute much.

Shaking his head, this woman is stubborn and the city is extremely deep. Although I have a life relationship with myself. However, in the future negotiations with China, I do not know whether it makes sense.

But think about it. Whether it is the Prince of the Dragon or the Prince of Heaven, who is the easy generation? At least Ling Xiao’s prince and Xiao Zheng had personal relationships and reached an agreement with Minister Gong. I believe that on the road ahead, the two countries will develop in the direction of the hope of the Chinese people.

After chatting with Yingxiang for a few words, Xiao Zheng went back to the room.

He pushed open the window and listened to the subtle but dense footsteps. And the whispering, implied or anger or excitement. When Tianxiong’s prince is dead, how many happy couples are there?

Nothing in the night.

When Xiao Zheng blinked with the sun, the window was white.

In April, there was heavy snow in Tokyo. The window floated into the dry, cold air, driving away the sleepiness and fatigue that just got out of bed. It is a refreshing spirit.

After washing, Xiao Zheng dressed neatly out. Yingxiang has prepared breakfast in the kitchen, and the room in the Prince’s room is quiet, and there is no movement.

"Mr. got up?" The scent of the apron came out of the kitchen with fried noodles. Greeting with Xiao Zheng.

"Yeah. It's snowing outside. It's beautiful." Xiao Zheng smiled, and the old **** was sitting at the table and drinking a cup of hot milk.

Yingxiang is also a delightful color: "Tokyo has not been so snowy for many years. Every time I had heavy snow, I would push the temple down to the east to enjoy the snow."

"Don't you push me to see the snow this year?"

The building uploaded a gentle voice from the Prince of Lingxiao. Looking up, Xiao Zheng was a bit embarrassed.

Prince Ling Xiao is in a wheelchair again...

Although it was not because of the problem of the legs, it still evoked Xiao Zheng’s memory of the ‘wheelchair prince’.

Prince Ling Xiao stood next to two young girls who were easy to wear. The gesture is respectful, but the eyes are sharp. At first glance, it is not an ordinary maid, but an extraordinary skill.

One of them supported the Prince of Lingxiao, and one person took the wheelchair downstairs.

After waiting for the Prince to re-sit in a wheelchair, she smiled and said: "How did Mr. Xiao sleep last night?"

"Good." Xiao Zheng smiled. “The quality of sleep is very high.”

Prince Ling Xiao said: "That's good. I have worked hard for Mr. Xiao in these few days. I am afraid that you can't sleep well."

Chatting, the two went to the table to have breakfast.

After breakfast, Xiao Zhengben thought that the Prince of Lingxiao had to go back to the room to rest. But she did not expect to go out to see the snow.

"The outside wind is too big, it is not good for you." Xiao Zheng persuaded.

"It's better to wear more." Prince Ling Xiao smiled and told the guards around him to put a thick cloak on her. His Royal Highness Prince gave birth to a classical charm, and he wore a cloak, which became more and more classical. Seeing Xiao Zheng is quite heart-felt.

The heavy snow has stopped, and Xiao Zheng personally pushed the wheelchair to accompany the Prince in the attic to the attic. The two unidentified female guards were hanging not far away. in case for need.

The east side of the loft is a bit like the Chinese beacon tower, the tallest building in the entire palace. The four sides are quaint walls, which are dozens of meters in length. At this moment, they are whitened by snow, antique and very beautiful.

Walking on the open corridor, the sound of snow rusting under your feet. Xiao Zheng tried to walk northward to prevent the prince from Ling Xiao from blowing the cold wind.

"Mr. Xiao is really intimate." The prince of Ling Xiao said meaningfully.

Xiao Zheng smiled and stopped in a wheelchair where he could also see the panoramic view of the palace. Exhaling a murky airway: "There are very few places that can be remembered like this."

Touching the scene. Somehow, Xiao Zheng’s mind appeared in an antique picture. This information comes from TV movies and from his own fantasy of ancient life.

Prince Ling Xiao reached out and touched a snowflake and smiled. "What did Mr. Xiao think of?"

"Thinking." Xiao Zheng shook his head and smiled. "The royal family is not as good as the country before the Second World War. But to a certain extent, it also has a certain political status. Now the Prince of the Kings clears all obstacles. I hope you will remember the agreement with China."

Prince Ling Xiao smiled and said: "My negotiations with the Ministry of Foreign Affairs are not only for my own benefit. It is also for the Tokyo government, and even for the whole of Japan. Therefore, please don't worry that Mr. Xiao will go back."

Xiao Zheng nodded gently and said: "Huaxia has a proverb, Ruixue Zhaofeng years. This heavy snow is of great significance to His Royal Highness Prince."

Prince Ling Wang smiled and said: "Although I am not superstitious. But I still thank Mr. Xiao for his blessing."

The beautiful white cheeks are reflected in the snow as if they are transparent. The black and white beauty is also fresh and moving. She is sitting in a wheelchair like this. Can be in this court, but no more rivals.

This time, I came out to appreciate the snow. I am afraid that the princes in Lingxiao will deliberately do it for the cows and ghosts.

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