Chapter 138 Farewell to Song Simiao

Who do the people of Jing country like the most now?

That is undoubtedly Emperor Jing.

Hearing that his Majesty was competing with the nobles of the Zongheng family in strategy and military formation on the battlefield, his skills were simply miraculous, which made a group of people excited and fascinated.

His Majesty personally led the Dajing Iron Cavalry to charge in the front, breaking through the enemy's heavy formations and encirclement, and making them flee in panic. The people of Jing, who were still in a weak period, applauded and cheered, feeling very proud and elated.

So what if I’m in a weak period!

So what if they are ministers?

Your Majesty will surely lead us to victory.

Did you see it?

That's my Dajing Iron Horse!

Majestic and invincible!

These things were told every day in the inn teahouse by storytellers with exaggerated details, and the audience was eager to try, with eyes full of enthusiasm and shock.

Since they cannot go to the battlefield and cannot contribute, the farmers will work hard to grow crops and the merchants will work hard to make money. We must improve the economy quickly, make Your Majesty happy, make Jingguo prosperous, and let everyone live a good life.

What is Jingguo like now?

Like a bird without wings that can never return to the sky, they are desperate and numb. But at this moment a hero suddenly appears. She carries them on her shoulders, and standing on her shoulders, they seem to soar in the vast sky.

I like this person, I like him very much.

I love the person who holds them up with his hands, carries them on his shoulders, and never gives up on them.

After this war and the abdication, the fanatical worship and faith almost drowned the King.

Times make heroes, and she is that hero.

So what was Emperor Jing, who was praised by everyone, doing?

She is now at the gate of the imperial city, saying goodbye to her uncle.

He is free and it's time to leave the palace.

Jun Lin smiled: "Little..."

Then she shook her head: "You can't yell like that anymore."

Then he whispered, "Uncle Simiao?"

Song Simiao, also known as Jun Yan, was stunned. He suppressed the bitterness in his eyes and smiled softly and beautifully like a quiet and elegant flower blooming quietly: "It would be better if I were not twelve years older than you."

His smile paused for a moment and then quickly recovered: "Otherwise I wouldn't be called so old."

Hearing this, Jun Lin suppressed his reluctance, held Song Simiao's hands, and his eyes softened involuntarily: "How could you get old? I didn't think so before, and I don't think so now or in the future."

That beautiful face showed a gentleness and clarity that Jun Xun had seen for so many years but still could not get enough of.

Surrounded by dirty desires everywhere, he can only get clean and warm comfort from her.

"Uncle Simiao will always be the best-looking in my heart."

Her eyes were soft yet firm, and Song Simiao suddenly felt the urge to cry.

At this moment, he probably really understood the sorrow and despair of "You were born before I was born, and I was born when you were old."

Although, he was the one who died first.

Song Simiao held her with his backhand. Men's hands are bigger than women's, so he easily wrapped Jun Lin's hand in his palm.

He couldn't help but lower his head and kissed the top of her head with his lips restrainedly and lightly.

Cherish and love.

He would definitely not do such an extraordinary act in the past, but now it seems more like he is being willful before parting, and he wants to indulge himself for once.

Jun Lin didn't realize that Song Simiao was taller than her. She only knew that he moved closer, but she didn't know what he did when he lowered his head.

Why didn’t I notice it?

Because the kiss was too light.

So light that you don’t want the other person to know.

Maybe it's just like that unspeakable love.

I love you, you don't need to know.

When did Song Simiao fall in love with Jun Lin?

Maybe it was because he raised her, she would always chase after him and call him "little uncle".

Maybe it was because she had always looked at him with those soft and clear eyes.

Maybe it was the time when I protected him everywhere and didn't let him be humiliated.

Or maybe, that would be the time when she would rush back day and night in a wolf-like state, saying "you dare" with bloodshot eyes.

Thinking of this, Song Simiao raised the corners of his lips again: "This is the first time I see you being so tough, saying you want to break my legs."

Jun Lin's face froze, and he turned his head away uncomfortably: "At that time, I was overwhelmed by all kinds of things."

I didn't think much about what I said, so don't take it to heart.

That's probably what she meant.

But the man smiled with a hint of joy.

How could Song Simiao, who has lived for so many years, not see that at that moment she had a possessiveness towards him.

Even though it has nothing to do with love, it still makes ripples in his heart.

He didn't need her love, nor did he need her to spend her time on an old man. Song Simiao just wanted to see Jun Lin doing what she wanted to do with vigor and enthusiasm.

This is probably the tenderness and love that only the elderly can possess.

He reached out and rubbed her head: "Call me Simiao from now on. I don't want to be your uncle anymore."

Jun Lin naturally responded to him and jokingly said, "You should have called me that a long time ago. Uncle has already called you old."

Song Simiao smiled but said nothing.

The carriage had been waiting for a long time, but no one dared to disturb the two people's reluctant farewell.

At this point, the smile on Jun Lin's face disappeared, and he gently reminded him: "The mansion and fields outside are ready, and there is enough money inside. You have been trapped in the imperial city for so long, this time you should go and experience freedom."

"Do what you want to do. No one can stop you."

Sadness overflowed from her eyes: "If you are tired of staying outside, just go home. You are always welcome to come back here."

The man listened quietly, his deep eyes staring at her with warmth, and his Adam's apple rolled as he said in a hoarse voice: "Are you reluctant to leave?"

Jun Lin sighed: "So what if you are reluctant? I promised to give you freedom a long time ago."

After getting a positive answer, Song Simiao smiled, closed his eyes, and leaned his head against her forehead, saying in a gentle voice like a spring breeze: "I'm very happy."

Jun Lin looked at him in confusion.

He smiled and opened his eyes, wanting to kiss her cheek with his lips, but in the end, everything just turned into a sigh from his throat: "This is enough."

It's enough to know that you can't bear to leave me.

He turned and got into the carriage, drawing aside the curtains: "Call my name."

Jun Lin was stunned for a moment, then smiled brightly at him: "Si Miao."

The man tilted his eyes, his appearance was extremely charming: "Well, goodbye then."

Then he left.

Jun Lin watched the carriage leave the imperial city. He clenched his fingers into fists and then relaxed them, repeatedly suppressing the sadness of parting in his heart. Only then did he turn around and walk firmly towards the palace cage.

Junlin's bedroom was moved to a new location, but it was still accessible to them, and it was another big gathering for all members.

Seeing that she was in a low mood, many people tried to comfort her. After all, twenty years of love could not be let go in a short time.

Jun Lin waved his hands: "It doesn't matter, his life is more important than anything else."

After hearing this, everyone fell silent.

You see, this is their king.

Don't act on impulse and always think of others.

Ming He's eyes were like spring water that could not be melted: "Master, we are still here."

Manhuang only looked at her, his tone stubborn and firm: "My Lord, Manhuang will follow you forever."

Yu Yu rubbed her cheeks in embarrassment: "My skills are still far from being ready for mastering."

Xingzhi hissed, rubbed his arms in a somewhat cheesy way, and muttered, "I still have to go back to the Taoist family. I don't like the affairs of the court."

Instantly, he changed his words and looked at her with clear eyes, smiling brightly, "But I haven't learned to dance with my sisters yet, so I'll stay with you for a while."

Jun Lin's heart felt as soft as if it was floating on the clouds after hearing what they said.

She relaxed her brows and eyes, and her smile was like a clear and gentle sky that embraced everyone: "Okay."

Then let's all stay and walk together the more difficult and rugged road ahead.

Her eyes and eyebrows are filled with charming charm, like a spring that never fades.

The men stared blankly with their heads lowered, their ears aching with heat.

They like her smile.

It's kind of sweet, like putting one's heart in a jar of honey.

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Off topic:

"People say the sea is deep, but it is not half as deep as my longing for you. The sea has a boundary, but my longing for you has no end."

Named Si Miao.

Give my uncle some face! Say it again officially!

Song Simiao: New name, new identity, I don’t want to be this uncle anymore!