After attacking the tyrant, I held the wrong thigh

Chapter 37 Forced to take the initiative
After Jiang Xingye taught her the Six Arts, she had much less time for herself every day.

For seven days in a row, Jing Yu didn't summon him.

Jing Xu panicked inexplicably, after all, his thigh was Jing Yu's tyrant father.

People say that there is a three-point love when meeting, even if you don't like it, there is love here.

If I don't see him every day, I don't know if he will forget himself after a long time.

Jiang Xing also finished teaching her archery that day. In the warm and warm afternoon, Jing Xu glanced at Siwen and said, "Siwen, can I take the initiative to find Emperor Father?"

Siwen opened his mouth, with doubts in his eyes: "Why did the princess take the initiative to find His Majesty? Maybe His Majesty is busy..."

In fact, Siwen didn't want Jing Xu to go to that cold-blooded tyrant again. After all, after Jing Xu almost drowned last time, she no longer trusted that tyrant.

"There's no reason, isn't he my royal father?" Jing Xu looked at Siwen with innocent eyes blinking.

Siwen opened her mouth and sighed slightly, yes, she is the blood of His Majesty, no matter how cruel she is, she still longs for her parents in her heart.

Siwen's eyes softened, and she looked at Jing Xu: "Princess, yes, do you have anything to bring to Your Majesty?"

Jing Xu thought for a while, pointed to the flowers blooming in the yard and said with a smile, "I'll bring a bunch of flowers to Father."

Siwen nodded: "Alright princess, I'll pick it right away."

Siwen and Jing Xu walked all the way to Jing Yu's palace. Jing Xu was holding flowers in front of her. Unlike her innocent face, she was actually panicked.

She didn't want to see that tyrant either, but her own life and the lives of Siwen's family were in his hands.

I must attack him and survive.

Even if this is just a world in a book, I will not allow such Siwen to die in front of me.

But Siwen didn't know that Jing Xu did all this for her, and was worried along the way.

While regretting standing up for them to recognize each other, at the same time feeling sorry for Jing Xu's longing for fatherly love.

This is Eunuch Su's little apprentice on duty. When he saw the little princess and Siwen, he immediately greeted them with a smile. After all, this was what his master told him to do.

Your Majesty's favorite, you must be treated well.

"Slave greets the princess. The princess is here looking for Your Majesty, right? Your Majesty is in the main hall." The little apprentice smiled flatteringly.

Jing Xu also returned a sweet smile: "Yeah, hello, father-in-law."

This greeting, father-in-law, directly sweetened the little apprentice's heart, and the smile on his face deepened: "The slave will go in and report."

Jing Xu stopped him: "No need, I'll just go in by myself."

Presumably it should be fine to go in by yourself.

The little apprentice could only smile and make a gesture of please, while Siwen still stood aside and waited.

"Father..." Jing Xu who entered the door looked at the somewhat dark hall and called softly.

But there is no echo inside.

Jing Xu could only walk in the hall with his calves, and he still didn't see Jing Yu after walking around.

Just when she was about to give up, she glimpsed a corner of the dragon robe out of the corner of her eye.

He was lying reclined on the imperial concubine's couch beside the desk, but his head was blocked, Jing Xu didn't know what he was doing now.

So Jing Xu climbed up the steps with his own short legs.

Jing Yu, who was lying on the imperial concubine's couch, was already asleep, with one hand hanging on the ground, his brows were tightly furrowed, and he was wearing a nightgown with his chest open. In addition to his tight muscles, there were some deep or shallow scars on his chest , it looks like it's old.

Even so, it still can't affect his appearance.

The sharp side face, the drooping black hair, and the scars all over her body are nothing but beautiful and miserable.

But he is not miserable, he is a generation of emperors.

It can only be described as beautiful and strong.

(End of this chapter)