[Chapter 12: The tyrant who is obsessed with appearances and loves his beautiful personal maid 12]
"Don't come over here!"
Jun Zhenxian buried his head and roared.
Wen Shinian did not stop, and even quickened his pace.
Jun Zhenxian looked up with red eyes, and the bloodshot eyes made Wen Shinian feel distressed.
"Your Majesty, I made some pastries and added a lot of sugar. Do you want some?"
Jun Zhenxian looked at her without the tenderness and awkwardness of the past. There was a fierceness on his face, like a wounded beast, baring his fangs and threatening any species that approached him.
"Don't come over here! Get out!"
Don't go near him anymore.
He is very ugly and dirty now.
It will dirty her.
It would also... hurt her.
Wen Shinian stopped.
Seeing this, Jun Zhenxian's ferocious expression froze and his eyes gradually turned red.
He gripped the edge of the couch and exerted force again, tearing his nails from the nail bed, but he felt nothing.
That's how it should be.
Stay away from him and be afraid of him.
This is best.
But why, my heart hurts so much.
"You always say one thing and mean another."
The voice ringing in his ears was very helpless. Jun Zhenxian was stunned, and the next second, he was hugged tightly by someone.
The warm embrace and the palm of his hand on the back of his head made him burst into uncontrollable tears in an instant.
He trembled and squeezed out the sound with great difficulty.
"No, no, I'm so dirty now."
Wen Shinian stroked Jun Zhenxian's head, his voice gentle but firm.
"Not dirty, you are the cleanest, not dirty at all."
Jun Zhenxian bit his lower lip.
The dull toxin made his head throb with pain, like the pain of a needle piercing a fingernail or a wisdom tooth grinding into the flesh of a cavity.
The intense pain made Jun Zhenxian want to do something, but just as he stretched out his hand tentatively, he smelled a greasy sweet smell at the tip of his nose.
Jun Zhenxian's eyelashes trembled, and a piece of exquisite pastry appeared in his sight.
"I made this especially for you, Your Majesty, would you like to try it?"
Hearing the voice beside his ear, Jun Zhenxian reached out his hand as if possessed.
The moment you bite into the pastry, the sweet aroma covers the bitter taste in your mouth.
The sweetness goes down the throat and all the way to the heart.
Jun Zhenxian bit the pastry and looked up cautiously.
The moist light brown eyes were like washed glass beads, looking at her secretly with temptation.
Wen Shinian caught his careful gaze, and the moment their eyes met, she smiled and bent down to kiss him.
The moment his cheek was touched by soft lips, Jun Zhenxian's pupils constricted again.
He was stunned for a moment, and the next second he seemed to remember something and rudely raised his hand to wipe away his tears.
There was still blood on his face from when he beheaded the minister. When he wiped it, his tears mixed with the blood, and his handsome face became a mess.
Wen Shinian covered her lips and chuckled, "Your Majesty, you have become a little cat."
She lowered her head and took out a handkerchief. Holding the soft and clean cloth, she gently wiped the blood and tears off Jun Zhenxian's face, bit by bit.
During this time, Jun Zhenxian just stared at him blankly, with half a piece of cake in his mouth.
The towel was dry, so it couldn't be wiped very clean. Wen Shinian met Jun Zhenxian's gaze and suggested softly, "Your Majesty, can I get some water for you to wash your face?"
After he finished speaking, Jun Zhenxian's expression became serious again. He grabbed the corner of Wen Shinian's clothes and his eyes became ferocious.
"No! You are not allowed to leave!"
Is she taking this opportunity to leave?
Doesn't she want him anymore?
No, you can't let her leave!
Jun Zhenxian was frightened by his own thoughts. He stopped eating the cake and hugged Wen Shinian in panic.
Holding tightly, my panicked heart calmed down.
"Okay, I won't leave."
Jun Zhenxian's hands felt a little painful from being strangled by the string, but Wen Shinian didn't care.
She smiled lightly and hugged Jun Zhenxian back, gently patting his waist with her palms.
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At this time, Xixi suddenly spoke.
Wen Shinian raised his eyelids slightly, "He's not crazy, he's very well behaved."
Xixi felt a little cold and quickly changed her words: [Yes, yes, I'm not crazy, I'm very good.]
Wen Shinian's lips curled up into a smile again.
By the time Jun Zhenxian calmed down completely, the sky outside had already darkened.
Jun Zhenxian picked up Wen Shinian, whose body was numb, and carefully placed her on the only clean couch in the room.
Wen Shinian sat on the edge of the bed, and Jun Zhenxian sat on the footboard beside the couch, his head resting lightly on her legs.
"Nian Nian."
"Well, what's wrong?" Wen Shinian lowered his eyes, put his hand on Jun Zhenxian's head and gently stroked it.
"You will be my queen."
"Yeah, okay."
Wen Shinian did not hesitate, or rather, she was looking forward to this day.
But the moment she agreed, Jun Zhenxian suddenly stood up and looked at her intently.
"Nian Nian, you promised."
Wen Shinian still responded immediately, "Yes, I agree."
Jun Zhenxian pursed his lips, stared at her for half a second, and suddenly smiled.
"Okay, I understand."
Since you have agreed, don’t even think about leaving in this life!
He will never let her go, ever!
The next day, Jun Zhenxian went to the Imperial Astronomical Observatory and asked him to calculate an auspicious day for him to enthrone Wen Shinian as queen.
This time, no one dared to object.
The living example of Minister Yang was right before their eyes. After witnessing the tragic plight of the Yang family with their own eyes, their courage to face the tyrant had long since disappeared.
On the day Wen Shinian was canonized, Jun Zhenxian issued a general amnesty and exempted the country from taxes for three years.
When this decision spread among the people, it drew collective cheers from the people.
For the common people, it doesn’t matter who sits in the top position.
They just want to live a good life, and as long as it doesn't affect their lives, it's fine.
So even though the ministers hated and feared Emperor Jun Zhenxian, for the people, Jun Zhenxian was a hundred times better than his father who only knew how to eat, drink and have fun.
At the very least, under his management, their lives are getting better and better, and foreigners dare not invade.
"What is Nian Nian doing?"
Wen Shinian was concentrating on writing something when Jun Zhenxian appeared out of nowhere and hugged her tightly.
With the system reminder, Wen Shinian, who already knew his whereabouts, was not scared.
“Writing good stuff.”
Wen Shinian picked up the booklet on the table.
Jun Zhenxian raised his eyes and took a look.
"What's this?"
Wen Shinian curved her eyes and said, "Good stuff."
Jun Zhenxian: “…”
Noticing Jun Zhenxian's silence, Wen Shinian tilted his head and kissed him on the cheek.
"Be good, go find some people to copy it down, and then spread it among the people."
"Kiss me, then I'll go." Jun Zhenxian stared at her lips.
Wen Shinian naturally did as he wished.
After the kiss, she slightly broke free from Jun Zhenxian's embrace, reached out to touch his face, and leaned close to his ear.
"Ayu, if you've done it, there will be a reward tonight."
Jun Zhenxian, whose courtesy name was Changyu, had always been called by his courtesy name since he became the queen.
When he heard there was a reward, Jun Zhenxian's eyes lit up and it seemed as if a big tail stood up behind him.
The big tail swung wildly.
"What is it?"
Wen Shinian kept smiling as he touched his head with a gentle voice.
"Be good, Yu will know in the evening."
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