Zong Zhengchen!

"King Chen?!"

"Zong Zhengchen!"

When the inky shadow fell steadily to the ground and the familiar face exuded a solemn and cold aura, everyone's eyes widened in shock.

Shocked.

Surprised.

Unexpected.

Half a year later, Prince Chen returned to the imperial capital and set foot on this familiar homeland.

Qin Ye hadn't seen him for half a year. The first time he saw him, he noticed the small mustache on his chin.

He was only twenty-five years old, young, cool, and steady, but the black mustache on his face looked quite out of place.

weird.

funny.

They looked into each other's eyes through several people.

She found him in the crowd at first sight, and didn't he also see her at first sight?

He flashed over, held her in his arms, and held her tightly.

Thousands of words are contained in this tight hug.

It doesn't need a single word, but it has expressed it vividly.

Hugs make people feel safe.

"Aiya!"

Boy Ye is still in Qin Ye's arms.

Daddy hugged mom and sandwiched him in between, which made him feel suffocated, especially the beard on daddy's chin, which pricked his face and made it red.

Where did this stinky man come from!

angry!

Xiao Ziye swung his fist and hit the man in the face.

Zong Zhengchen: “…”

Only then did I notice the little guy.

I haven't seen you for half a year and you've grown so much.

As soon as my heart softens, I want to hug him.

The boy Ye's face turned stern and he immediately crawled into his mother's arms, hugging her neck with both hands. He didn't like this stinky man who pricked him with his beard.

Qin Ye laughed out loud when he saw this:

"You hurt him."

See that beard.

Not only did he grow a beard, but he also had dark circles under his eyes and his skin condition was much worse than before. He looked listless.

"Why don't you shave..."

Her hand gently stroked the side of his face, and there was a hint of pain in her voice.

With such a long beard, could it be that he has been growing it for a full six months?

He has always been a germaphobe and has never grown a beard, let alone one this long...

"I miss you." He held her little hand, pressed it against her cheek, and rubbed it gently, murmuring with longing in his voice, "I miss you very much."

I thought I had no time to shave.

In the past six months, Zong Zhengli has been working overtly and covertly to deal with him, day and night.

It took him half a year to completely eliminate Zong Zhengli's spies in Jiangnan, and he arranged a battle in Tianshu City to lure Zong Zhengli away, just to bring her and her son back safely today.

Qin Ye couldn't stop laughing.

As soon as I saw him, the corners of my lips couldn't help but curl up.

For someone you really like, it’s probably like this: when they see you, they smile; when they see you, you smile.

"Ye'er, let's go home." He murmured in a deep voice.

"Well, go home."

Home is a very beautiful word.

Commander Zhang, Qin Jiaojiao and others realized that something was wrong. Prince Chen's intrusion was a challenge to the emperor's authority, which was intolerable, so they took action immediately.

"Catch them, no one can escape!"

The Royal Guards and the Secret Guards started fighting.

The two sides fought.

Commander Zhang took off the whip from his waist, lashed it on the ground, and joined in the battle.

"Master, you go first, we will be there soon!" Han Feng said while fighting.

Because the imperial capital was heavily guarded, their troops were all outside the city, and only a small number of them had sneaked in, so it was not advisable to fight for a long time.

Zong Zhengchen naturally had to leave.

But before leaving, he had one more thing to do.

He raised his eyelids and glanced at the figure among the crowd. Commander Zhang was waving the whip. His thin lips formed a cold arc, and suddenly he swept out a trace of internal force, knocking him down.

Just as Commander Zhang was about to stand up, he was kicked again and fell backwards five times.

He fell and was dizzy.

As soon as he staggered to his feet, he saw the man in the black robe with a smile on his lips. He walked straight through the crowd of people fighting fiercely and walked towards him with a smile on his face.

"!"

His nerves were instantly tense.

It reminds me of half a year ago...

On the night of the coup, he used a whip to severely beat Prince Chen.

Now King Chen is here to seek revenge on him!

How could his martial arts be a match for King Chen?

He took a half step back in panic and said urgently, "Someone, stop him! Stop him! Kill him! Kill him now!"

The Royal Guards attacked.

Before he could get close, he was blown away by the powerful internal force.

The man was dressed in a black robe that flowed to the ground, without a speck of dust on him. He looked extremely noble, and his bones exuded an air of nobility that could not be easily offended. Those dregs could not touch him at all. In the blink of an eye, he had walked in front of Commander Zhang.

"Half a year after we last met, Commander Zhang is still as majestic as ever."

There is a smile on the corners of his lips.

There is no warmth in the eyes.

The man who seemed approachable but was actually an invisible killer with an aura of three meters and eighty centimeters high made Commander Zhang as weak as a chicken.

Commander Zhang's neck seemed to be strangled by an invisible hand. He subconsciously wanted to run, but his feet were like they were filled with lead. They were stiff and stood still, unable to move.

Snap!

His shaking hands could not hold the whip and it fell to the ground.

The man lowered his eyes, chuckled, picked up the whip, straightened it lazily, and said:

"That's not how you use a whip."