Zhe Jinchun

Chapter 993

Hearing this, Jinghong put on a serious face: "Speak well, don't move around." His eyes swept to Li Xuandu, and he blinked: "It's enough to pull the little hands, I'll take care of any more. My lord There are strict orders."

A suspicious red cloud appeared on Li Xuandu's face.

However, he quickly suppressed the uneasiness and straightened his expression.

At that moment, he was still the Ninth Prince Li with shaggy clothes and shaggy hair, with a dazzling Tsinghua University and a cold and lonely body.

"I'll save it." He nodded towards Jing Hong, and put his hand behind his back, and he really didn't want to touch Qin Su anymore.

Qin Su felt baffled.

Huan Zicheng is really lenient, she is a princess, so she can pull whoever she wants, sleep with whoever she wants, and it's his turn to take care of it?

However, after thinking about it, Qin Su felt a little happy again.

This feeling of being controlled by others seems to be very good.What's more, the person in charge of her is a peerless handsome man.

That's all, for the sake of his good looks, it doesn't matter if he takes care of him.

Qin Su frowned and smiled, without speaking, she still turned around and continued forward with Li Xuandu, the two held hands, but did not let go.

"Say a few more words with the princess, and I'm going." Li Xuandu's icy string-like voice was as straight as playing a piano, reciprocating in Qin Su's ears.

Qin Su felt inexplicably reluctant.

This kind of emotion was the first time in her two lifetimes combined.

"Why are you leaving again? Where are you going?" She looked sideways at him, and there seemed to be mist in Ruyun Chunyan's eyes at this moment.

Li Xuandu couldn't help but wanted to stroke her hair again. He stretched his hand halfway, but changed the direction halfway, and turned to stroke the sword at his waist: "I'm going to see the emperor of your country first, and hand over to him the allied country. book, and asked to marry the princess of Jinling." After a pause, his eyes flickered again: "Brother Huan has already agreed, and after the battle of Surabaya, he immediately sent [-] troops to help us regain the lost land in the Tang Dynasty. The emperor therefore I agreed to your marriage. I will go back to China tomorrow and prepare for the wedding."

Qin Su stopped in her tracks all of a sudden.

Alliance?Ask to marry?welcome?

So fast?
No, no, that's not the problem.

The question should be, how can I just tell her about this kind of thing?
She is a girl, and she will be shy too.

Even though she thought so, the sweetness in her heart came so quickly, she was caught off guard, and wrapped her up completely.

Before she had time to be shy, and didn't care what other people thought, the corners of Qin Su's lips were curling up uncontrollably.

She was really... happy.

What else in this world can match the sweetness of these few words?
It was as if she tasted the sweetest candy, from the bottom of her heart to the tip of her tongue.

"Didn't you lie to me?" She heard herself asking like this, looking at Li Xuandu's eyes reluctantly blinking, for fear that in the blink of an eye, this sweet dream would wake up.

Li Xuandu looked at him tenderly, regained his composure, and nodded solemnly: "Asu has accepted my heart, and he will become mine." He pressed his empty hand to his chest with a dignified expression, his eyes wide open. The tenderness in the heart almost overwhelmed Qin Su: "That colorful knot is my heart."

After saying that, he suddenly let go of Qin Su's hand, raised his shirt and touched the ground on one knee, looking at her with his head half up.

Those eyes as deep as the starry sky were full of infinite tenderness at that moment, and they all closed on Qin Su's body: "Your Highness, would you like to be my wife?"

The snowflakes are like dancing, and the thin rain falls on people's faces.

Qin Su's cheeks were suddenly as red as the rosy clouds in a summer evening.

This... what is this situation?
Li Xuandu, is this begging her to marry him?
Qin Su opened his mouth, and suddenly heard his own heartbeat.

It wasn't the first time she heard her own heartbeat today.

Just now, before the iron cannon came, she also heard her own heartbeat.

However, her heartbeat at this moment is so obviously different from just now.

Cheerier, louder, and more powerful.

Almost at the same time she heard her heartbeat, she also heard her own voice.

So urgently, as if a flower couldn't wait to bloom in the sun, or as if a butterfly spread its wings in the morning wind, her chest was almost filled with joy and satisfaction.

"I would." The voice seemed a little strange, but Qin Su knew that it was her answer that came from her mouth.

After going through the cycle of life and death this night, there is nothing that can compare to a question and an answer at this moment.

A bright smile bloomed on Li Xuandu's face, like the sun breaking through the clouds, sweeping away his long-standing desolation and gloom.

He stood up, took Qin Su's hand, and pressed it against his chest, the heat in his eyes seemed to melt her: "In this life, I wish to be with you forever."

Qin Su looked up at him, her nose was slightly sore, her eyes were red, but her heart was light, as if she was flying above colorful clouds.

It turns out that the real joy is like this, as if the whole world is dancing, as if the rain and snow flakes are also sweet.

She looked up at him.

He also looked down at her.

The heavy snow fell on their skirts one after another, and the silver-like rain was carried by the wind and danced lightly on the tips of their hair.

The wind is gentle and the world is stable.

Jinghong watched this scene from a distance, a flash of memory suddenly flashed across his beautiful and vicissitudes face, his eyes were dazed, as if he was fascinated by it...

Rain and snow are ruthless things, but they are endowed with different meanings because of different people's moods.

The sweetness in this corner of the imperial city is limited to this small world after all. In the eyes of more people, this heavy snow with rain was extremely cold and cruel.

Jiang Pushe stood under the porch, staring blankly at the flying snow, with a somewhat perplexed expression.

This handsome gentleman of the Jiang family, who together with Xue Yunyan was known as Dadu Shuangjun, seemed to be covered in a layer of dust at the moment, old and old, and he no longer had the same look as before.

The snow fell silently, spinning and dancing in the wind.

Jiang Pushe raised his head and looked around, where he saw a bright light.

In the Jiang Mansion with its four doors wide open, countless lanterns have been lit. Under the halo, there are continuous raindrops, while the fluttering snow is like a white butterfly feather, shuttling through the candlelight.

Jiang Pushe suddenly felt cold, and also felt deep sadness.

The lights that used to look joyful and lively turned out to be so ruthless, regardless of the joys and sorrows of people's hearts, they are still bright and warm.

Jiang Pushe slightly closed his eyes, exhaled a wisp of white smoke, and the white smoke drifted forward for an inch before dissipating in the night wind.

From now on, the Jiang Sect of Langzhong probably won't be able to feel such brightness and warmth again.

(End of this chapter)