Chapter 17 The Tyrant Said He Would Accompany Me

The ministers did not know how they left the court until they walked out of the palace gate. They still felt unsteady on their feet. The sunlight seemed too scorching, making them dizzy and unable to see the way forward.

There is only sadness and fear in my heart.

Losing the black gauze hat is the least serious thing; losing one's life is the most serious thing.

After the crowd completely dispersed, Man Huang and Shen Sinian were also sent away to rest, leaving only her and the left and right prime ministers in the hall.

Jun Lin walked down from the throne, bent down and gently supported the arms of Right Prime Minister Manchuan, and said with a smile: "Master Man, do you really intend to kneel for a long time?"

The friendly and joking words instantly made the eyes of this old minister, who had reached the age of 50, moisten. He stood up unsteadily with her help and angrily scolded, "You are really back."

Jun Lin looked at him sideways: "Hey, you keep crying, are you so moved just because I came back?"

He wiped his eyes uncomfortably, and put on a stern face as if to lecture: "You are not serious at all, you should think more about what to do with Jingguo in the future."

Jun Lin laughed muffledly, and his gaze moved to the man in front of him who was kneeling but had a straight back and an elegant demeanor.

His facial features seemed as handsome as if carefully carved, with dark eyebrows, starry eyes, a high nose bridge and thin lips, which embellished the spring scenery in the world, like the rustling wind in the woods, making him look elegant.

Her eyes and eyebrows were soft, she put her hands behind her back, half-bent over, slightly leaned her head towards the man's cold face, blinked, and whispered, "Minghe?"

The warm breath sprayed on his cheeks. The man subconsciously covered his slender and thick eyelashes and replied distantly: "I am here."

"Mr. Man is no longer angry with me, why are you still angry?"

Manchuan glared at him and said, "What are you talking about, you little brat? Am I such a stingy person?"

Can I get angry with you?

Although, I was just having a bad temper.

Who made him so heartbroken and angry about what she had done over the years, and why was she so disappointed?

Even though he now knew that she was being controlled, the master, who had always been optimistic about her and had placed high hopes on her, was still a little angry.

The bright crow-feather-like long eyelashes drooped a little, completely concealing the complicated and gloomy emotions in her eyes.

"I dare not."

It was like there was an invisible wall between the two of them.

Jun Lin looked at him carefully for a while, then suddenly stretched out his hands and held his cheeks.

The man's soft fingertips touched his slightly cold skin, and he looked into his stunned eyes. He then placed his thumb on the corner of his eye and gently rubbed it.

Like the finest ointment, her fingers were white and soft, stroking the narrow, slightly reddish corners of the man's eyes. His figure was reflected in his bright, clear black eyes. Jun Lin whispered, "Minghe, are you willing to walk with me for a while longer?"

When dealing with people close to her, she has given up calling herself "lonely".

The soft and gentle voice was like a feather stirring the lake of his heart, and his memory crossed over to the past. He remembered the time when Jun Lin had just ascended the throne and stretched out his hand to him, saying sincerely: "Would you like to compete with me for the world?"

At that time, he saw an extremely bright light in her, which represented infinite possibilities for the future, so he traveled around the countries for many years and finally chose to be loyal to Emperor Jing.

Although tyranny and unpleasant things happened during this period, it was only when the other party once again extended an olive branch to him that he was sure that the king he had originally decided to follow had returned.

Ming He pursed his lips, and finally raised his eyes to look at her seriously and firmly, calling her the name he hadn't called her for five years: "Master."

He continued, "I do."

Somehow, Manchuan, who was watching from the side, suddenly felt the urge to cry.

After five years of misunderstanding and nightmares, the three reunited again, and the king of Jingguo truly returned.

Jun Lin also felt a little emotional, so she simply knelt on the ground and held Ming He tenderly in her arms.

When both arms were wrapped around his back and he was suddenly pressed into the soft embrace, the man came to his senses. He stiffened his body and dared not move, while the fingers hanging naturally on both sides were trembling.

She smells nice.

Different from the refreshing breath of ordinary men, it is a fragrance like the coolness of pine snow and the scent of spring flowers, very light and very alluring.

Ming He was distracted for a moment and lowered his eyes to hide his gaffe.

"The road ahead is long and arduous. Since Minghe has agreed to go with me, don't let go first."

She was like a mountain enchantress, whispering seductive words in the man's ear. Every word was gentle and alluring, like honey, numbing his bones.

But this person still didn't notice anything, and asked him sideways: "Are you okay?"

They resumed their previous intimacy. The man's eyes flickered with uncertainty, and he said in a hoarse voice, "Okay."

Manchuan on the side nodded with satisfaction.

With Ming He's assistance, there is still some hope for Jing Kingdom.

After getting his answer, Jun Lin curled his lips, helped him stand up and smiled heartily: "When I went to visit the Fa family, it was my great blessing to meet you. It turns out that I like the Fa family the most."

Minghe smiled: "Slippery tongue."

Manchuan was so angry that he blew his beard and glared: "What nonsense are you talking about in front of me, an old man? Do you believe that I will leave immediately?"

Jun Lin: "Meeting Master Man in Confucianism is also a blessing in my life."

Manchuan: "Slippery tongue."

But he was grinning so hard that his mouth almost reached the back of his cheeks.

After all, Right Prime Minister Manchuan was old, so he returned home to rest soon. Now there were only two people left in the palace.

Ming He looked at the graceful Emperor Jing in front of him, and after some consideration, he said, "Master."

Jun Lin casually flipped through the memorials on the desk: "Hmm?"

"What are you going to do with the two in the harem?"

"ha???"

The memorial dropped from her hands with a "pop" and her expression was dull. Only then did she remember that there were two tough guys in the harem.

The third prince of Ze State and the crown prince of Yue State.

Help.

It feels like I'll be moving into LCU in the next second.

Emperor Jing, who was only handsome for three seconds, even wanted to travel back to the modern era. He didn't want to stay in this hopeless and miserable place any longer.

I want to escape, but I can't.

The man looked strange: "What are you afraid of? You are always friendly with people. Aren't you familiar with them? They both respect you."

Jun Lin: “…”

She trembled and said, "How about it?"

Ming He raised his eyebrows: "The servants on night watch heard the call."

"???"

She was furious: "Whose voice is it?"

"I heard it was the Crown Prince of Yue."

Jun Lin Songri's mood improved noticeably: "Oh."

That's good. Whoever is embarrassed by this matter is not her.

Seeing her indifferent look, Ming He's eyes froze, and he picked up the memorial on the ground and flipped through it casually: "Do you really like men?"

Jun Lin nodded decisively: "Of course."

Sexual orientation is totally normal.

Unexpectedly, the other party suddenly approached her, and the mature and handsome face of the man instantly enlarged in front of her. Ming He asked: "What's wrong with a fragrant and soft woman?"

She was helpless.

Okay, but she is like that, although her current appearance and personality have nothing to do with being sweet and soft.

"I'm talking about you——"

The young Emperor Jing pushed him away and sighed, "You are too lenient."

Minghe smiled slightly and did not deny it, continuing to look down at the memorial.

The dark hair half-reflected the delicate face with handsome features and a cold expression. When he raised his hand, the sleeve slipped down, revealing a thin, white arm from the dark robe.

Jun Lin stroked his chin and thought, if he really needed to use the harem to appease the old ministers' requests for taking concubines, then he might as well let the two big guys go free and marry his own Left Prime Minister.

Not to mention, Minghe's looks are quite what she likes.