Chapter 92 She Never Passed the Air

Jun Yan then remembered the important matter and asked curiously, "What do you want to show me?"

Jun Lin said as a matter of course: "Nothing."

Jun Yan: “…”

Then, helplessly, he pinched the soft flesh of her palm lovingly: "You, sooner or later I will be pissed off to death by you."

That's right, she rushed back to the palace and went straight to the Empress Dowager's bedroom, taking her away at the right time.

The reasons are of course fabricated.

Who cares whether she is angry or not?

We will have to go to war sooner or later, so there is no need to care about her feelings.

Junlin is like a willful and violent little lion, and doesn't look like a timid little kitten at all.

Everyone: You said you were going to pretend to be scared (throwing bowls in anger)

Jun Lin: Hahaha~ The weather is really nice today (shifts his gaze and touches the back of his head)

She took Jun Yan to the maple forest again. The surprised man's eyelids twitched and he said quickly: "I haven't rested enough..."

I really can’t continue practicing martial arts.

Jun Lin was puzzled: "I know, I brought you here to relax."

Jun Xian suddenly felt relieved. Even he would tremble in fear before the strict teaching of his little nephew.

The red leaves covering the ground were so beautiful. Jun Lin walked under a tree and used his lightness skills. He sat firmly on a high branch like a nimble flying swallow.

The hair loosely tied up with a jade hairpin swayed slightly by the side of her face. The sunlight filtered through the gaps between the leaves and cast mottled shadows on her body. Her face was red as fire, her eyebrows were bright, her eyes were bright, her features were delicate, everything seemed so beautiful that it seemed unreal.

Jun Xian clasped his hands in front of him, his sleeves fluttering, and he raised his slender neck, exuding a sense of tranquility and elegance.

He was looking up at her.

She was also looking down at him.

The wind blew through the red leaves, rustling them and carrying with them an unclear smell.

Junxun is like an orchid.

Your presence is like a poppy.

A pure and melancholy person always wants to be protected.

Someone will always fall for a seductive one.

"Come, take my hand."

The man with the fiery eyes and eyebrows bent the corners of his lips and stretched out his hand to him.

Jun Yan could no longer remember how many times Jun Lin had reached out to him since he came back.

But every time he would be drawn and held.

Don't want to miss it every time.

His hand was placed in the hand that was smaller than his, and then he felt himself being pulled and his vision spinning. When he could see clearly again in an instant, the person was already sitting steadily on the tree, next to her.

The tree is very tall, and when you sit on it, your view can easily pass through the walls and fall into the distant sky.

Jun Lin raised his hand and pointed to the distance: "That will be my uncle's home in the future."

It is a free place outside the palace.

Jun Xian raised his eyelids and followed the direction of her finger, looking towards the distant place he had been looking forward to.

"When that day comes, I will never call you uncle again. You are Song Simiao."

She said, "It's Song Simiao, right?"

Jun Yan suddenly couldn't answer as easily as last time. After a long silence, his magnetic voice rang softly: "Yes."

Jun Lin sighed: "From now on, I will really have no relatives."

Jun Yan shuddered and could not help but gently cover the back of her hand: "Do you want me to leave then?"

She smiled and said, "I hope so. Your freedom is more important than anything else."

She gave the answer without even a second's hesitation, with a terrifying gentleness and cruelty.

The man sighed silently, his Adam's apple rolled, as if he was revealing all his regrets and reluctance: "As far as I can remember, I have never rejected you."

Jun Lin thought: "It seems to be true."

His eyes were clear and he tolerated all her suggestions: "Then I'll agree to your proposal this time."

Jun Lin suddenly felt dazed, because she seemed to see reluctance and a hint of sadness on the man's handsome face, but when she looked at him again, his face still had the same kind smile as in her memory.

They sat together on a tall maple tree, looking out at the land of freedom in the distance.

The scenery from the top is beautiful. Jun Xian finally understood why Jun Lin likes to stand at the highest place. The scenery that no one can possess can make people feel proud and ambitious.

She seemed to have been standing on a lonely mountain top, watching the rolling clouds below her feet, the morning sun dyeing half the sky red in the distance, and overlooking the entire mountain and river.

It is an unattainable view that can only be appreciated by standing at the highest point.

The atmosphere was warm when the two were together, but it was broken soon because the little drama queen Jin Ge somehow found her way here and stood under the tree, sighing, "Husband, I am disturbing you."

He looked like he was about to cry.

Jun Lin: “…”

Jun Yan: “…”

There was a moment of silence.

Jun Xian: "You, the Imperial Concubine...are quite special."

Jun Lin: “…Yeah.”

Jin Ge: “?”

What's your attitude? Why are you looking at me with such indescribable eyes?

Jun Lin had a headache and jumped off the tree first. He was about to say something to him when he suddenly remembered that he had left his uncle there alone.

She frowned in annoyance, then opened her arms and said to Jun Yan, "Little uncle, jump down quickly. I'll catch you."

Jin Ge: “Hiss~”

He is so sour.

Jun Xian was a thin-skinned person to begin with. What was a grown man jumping into another grown man's arms like? His ears felt hot, and he said dryly, "No need. It's fine to sit on the tree."

Jun Lin said "Oh" and lowered his arms and said sincerely: "I'm just worried that you can't come down."

Then he turned around and didn't look at him, and continued talking to Jin Ge.

That's true. I don't mean to ask again.

Jun Xian wanted to cry but had no tears, and Jin Ge suddenly felt uncomfortable too.

Are you too straightforward or too cold-blooded?

At least ask again! He's your uncle, how can you just ignore him?

Jun Lin really didn't care. His uncle had already said he wanted to see the scenery again, so why did he force him to come down?

She asked, "What do you want from me?"

Jin Ge: “…”

There was someone in the tree who had no idea what was going on.

Jun Yan: “…”

Are you really not going to ask me again?

He struggled for a long time before mustering up the courage: "Xiao Lin..."

Jun Lin turned around and looked up at him: "What's wrong, little uncle?"

"I want to come down..."

She frowned slightly. How could this man change so suddenly? Why did he suddenly come down again out of the blue?

The disdain in that micro-expression made Jun Xian and Jin Ge feel cold in their hearts.

What a useless piece of wood you are!

If you had tried to persuade them to stay a little bit, this embarrassing situation wouldn't have happened!

Jun Lin curled his lips.

These are just men's tricks of playing hard to get.