Chapter 16 The Tyrant Says You Are My Sun

How do you want to die?

In the past, Bingwen would never have believed that he would hear this sentence from the person in front of him.

After ten years of companionship, the term "first love" might be more appropriate rather than "childhood sweethearts".

But he was a spy for the Southern Xinjiang Kingdom from the beginning, lurking there from his childhood until now, just to complete his mission.

The eyes that used to look at him kindly became cold, and the sword that was always swung at the enemy was now pointed at him.

Only at this moment did he dare to admit that we were actually enemies.

He fell in love with a man, a womanizer who fell in love with the king of an enemy country, but he couldn't turn back, he couldn't turn back.

Behind him is southern Xinjiang, his home.

If you want to blame someone, blame yourself for being born in the wrong country.

Tears flowed involuntarily from his eyes that were like crescent moons, his pupils sparkling with bright water light. He pursed his lips, smiled, and touched her face with his fingertips carefully and tenderly.

As she smiled with her long eyelashes down, tears flowed down her soft jawline and fell onto the heavy black iron sword under her neck. Jun Lin was stunned, staring blankly at the man in front of him who was as beautiful as a fragile flower.

"Alin, I'm sorry."

"Remember me."

The lingering ending faded away, and the hand that was caressing her cheek slid down reluctantly, carrying with it a sense of farewell, until it landed on her hand holding the hilt of the sword.

Bingwen closed his eyes in relief; he was also tired.

After so many years of anxiety, guilt, helplessness and confusion, I'm tired of it.

But he couldn't bear to leave and still wanted to hold on until the end to take a look at her.

The sword that pierced my heart missed.

It even cleverly killed the parasites in her body.

So he knew they might meet again.

Even though Jun Lin was seriously injured and the possibility of survival was slim, he still wanted to wait and see her.

Jun Lin's eyes were red, and all kinds of emotions were finally lost in her dark eyes. She gnashed her teeth in hatred and said, "Is it so easy to die?"

The sadness was about to overflow: "Don't even think about it."

She grabbed his collar and pushed him to the ground. She turned around and threw the sword to Manhuang, saying in a sharp voice: "Come here, imprison the traitor Bingwen in Wangchuan Pavilion."

The soldiers looked at each other and dared not move forward.

"Why, you don't even want to listen to me?"

With extremely unstable emotions mixed with endless anger, the soldier hurriedly pulled the man with a bitter smile away.

I could still vaguely hear him murmur: "You are always so kind..."

"I am not worthy of your past affection..."

After everyone disappeared completely, Jun Lin was still filled with anger and sadness, and his long eyelashes obscured the clarity in his eyes.

In the eyes of others, she seemed to be extremely sad.

She strode to Shen Sinian's side, lowered her head and whispered to him, "Southern Xinjiang should be coming to pick him up in two days, keep a close eye on him."

Shen Sinian nodded solemnly.

"Be careful when following. This time I send you to Southern Xinjiang to find out the secret of Wu Gu and to find the hidden royal family of Southern Xinjiang through his clues."

Jun Lin stood up and patted his shoulder, but unexpectedly the young man suddenly asked: "When did you kill him?"

Shen Sinian repeated again in her surprised eyes: "When did you kill him?"

When he went to the mass grave to pick up the king, he had never forgotten her eerie appearance with her skin torn and her bones almost visible.

Anyone who harms the king should be killed.

The chilling murderous intent seemed to turn into tangible black energy lingering around him, and Jun Lin smiled.

I really like this child from the Shen family more and more.

"When he is no longer useful, I will kill him myself."

What she said before was not just talk. She was determined to take Bingwen's life.

No matter how romantic the past was, no matter whether ten years of love was worth a soft heart, but hostility is hostility.

This is fate.

If anyone takes a step back, the country behind him will be eaten up by leeches.

So there is no way back.

A faint smile appeared on the boy's face under the mask.

This is his king, walking straight towards the path in his heart and not stopping for anyone.

Manhuang walked over, blocking the blazing sunlight above his head. A huge shadow suddenly covered Junlin, who smiled with relief and said, "Our Manhuang is going to grow tall and big."

There is hope and pride in his tone.

Manhuang was like a child, holding the back of his head with one hand and smiling innocently.

He carried the heavy black iron sword on his back again.

Jun Lin looked so small and pitiful in front of him. Manhuang bent down obediently, and she jumped and sat steadily on his right shoulder.

Shen Sinian stared at her. When Manhuang stood up, the person sitting on his shoulders was half a body taller than Manhuang.

This is the big guy's way of expressing his joy.

If you don’t dare to kiss or hug me, then lift your master up high!

His shoulder undoubtedly provided the widest view. Jun Lin put one hand around his neck and pointed at the sun with the other hand, smiling: "Being next to Manhuang, I feel that I am closest to the sun."

"It's like the sun is right beside me, and I'm not afraid of any darkness anymore."

She seemed to be standing at the highest point, loudly proclaiming her preference for this loyal dog to her subjects.

Manhuang's face flushed with excitement, but nothing could be seen on his bronze skin.

Envy arose in Shen Sinian's eyes. He also wanted Wang to sit on his shoulders and praise himself like this.

But looking at his own shoulders, he felt a little frustrated. He decided to work hard to eat and grow taller. One day, he would also praise himself like Wang did.

The boy's thoughts wandered to Shibawan again, but his eyes became more determined and serious.

Soon he will be taller than the king.

Soon he would be able to completely envelop her in his arms.

The emperor of Dajing sat on the shoulders of a giant, her hair on both sides melting in the wind, her facial features bright and vivid, the sunlight pouring down from her head, and the golden rim made her look like a god.

Emperor Jing looked down at all the officials, his eyebrows slightly raised with a teasing look, and his slow and graceful ending voice was charming: "Everyone, why don't you follow me to the court?"

The crowd who had been staring at her blankly were startled and came to their senses suddenly. Some hurriedly held up the black gauze hats on their heads to adjust their appearance, some picked up their clothes and staggered into the hall without stopping, and some wiped the sweat from their foreheads and looked pale.

The tyrant is back.

Regardless of whether she was controlled before, at least she would not let go of those who disturbed the dynasty in the future.

She squinted her eyes and looked at the ugliness of the crowd. Her smile remained unchanged on the surface, but the coldness in her eyes seemed to have frozen into ice and snow.

The court needs a major reshuffle. Before we find the right candidates, let them live a little longer.

Jun Lin flew down from Manhuang's shoulder, his figure as light as a flying swallow.

She flicked her sleeves neatly, put one hand behind her back, and walked towards the throne where the dragons sat with her head held high.

All the officials lined up neatly and knelt down in unison: "Welcome Emperor Jing——"

The cheers were deafening.

She leaned on the throne with her legs crossed and her head supported by one hand, a meaningful smile on her lips.

On the left is Shen Sinian, shrouded in a black tent and wearing a mask, and on the right is Manhuang, who is as tall and strong as a mountain.

At this point, the king's eagle-dog is fully revealed.

She sighed and said, "I haven't sat here for a while, and I miss you a little."

The crowd below lowered their heads, trembling with fear and sweating profusely.

"Do I need to tell you again, who is the master of this grand scene?"

Those few words stabbed everyone's heart like a knife, causing pain.

All the officials knelt, including the left and right prime ministers. They suppressed their fear and shouted in unison: "We swear to serve the king with our utmost loyalty until death—"

Those affectionate eyes glanced sarcastically at the dark head below.

Oh, loyalty.

I'm quite embarrassed to say that.