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Chapter 253 But I Want to Reminisce About That Day of Happiness

Jing Yu's heart skipped a beat, redness crept up her ears and cheeks, she lowered her head quietly and did not speak.

"drive"

Ming Huai waved his horsewhip, and led her to run to the front, leaving the others far behind. Facing the snow and cold wind, the hair of the two of them was entangled, and they ran across a depression. On a hill, he reined in his horse and stopped at the top of the hill, looking at the endless rivers and mountains, he raised his head and roared loudly, as if he wanted to vent all the pride and ambition in his chest.

Jing Yu raised his head slightly to look at him, he panted slightly, with a youthful smile on his lips, he also lowered his head to look at her.

The breath was too close, Jing Yu lowered his head slightly to avoid it, but he was caught off guard and put a little warmth on her forehead.

Like falling flowers in spring water, ripples startled in Jing Yu's heart.

Looking up at him, just one glance is enough to make people fall into it.

Ming Huai covered her eyes, covered most of her face with one palm, put his chin on her forehead and smiled lightly: "If you look at me like this, something will happen."

She didn't understand for a while, and asked stupidly: "What's the matter?"

Ming Huai also thick-skinned, deliberately pondered for a while before saying: "But want to reminisce about that day's happiness?"

As soon as these words came out, she became a cat whose tail was stepped on, pulled his hand and hurriedly turned around.

Ming Huai circled her around and asked earnestly: "Xiao Luan, do you resent me for taking advantage of your danger?"

Her innocence is too important to her, Ming Huai wants to know if she is willing, otherwise he will feel uneasy, although it has no effect.

She thought she would keep silent, but she didn't expect Jing Yu to turn around and hit him, angry and anxious: "What do you mean? Could it be that I've been beaten by you. Can't I resent you? Or say If I resent you, you won't admit it?"

She rarely made such unreasonable troubles, but Ming Huai grinned: "How come, even if you don't admit it, I will admit it."

She tugged at Ming Huai's skirt, and said like a fool: "I've already made up my mind, if this matter is really not hidden, I will definitely confess you, even if I die, I will not let you go. "

Ming Huai smiled even more happily: "Okay, then you can pull me along, and I will accompany you."

Only then did she calm down, seeing him smile, she smiled too, and threw herself into his arms very consciously.

They walked slowly, waiting for the guards to catch up with the carriage.

Stopping and walking along the way, after a few days of walking for more than ten days, I was stunned to wait for Fei Yu and the others, the suppression of the bandits went smoothly, Ming Huai made another contribution, and they also knew that something big happened in Nanyang, all the young masters rushed back Xinzheng, they are also here now, Minghuai naturally quickened his pace.

On the seventh day of February, they arrived at Xinzheng, the capital of Zheng State.

After six years of walking, this place is only Minghuai, completely unfamiliar, there are no people or things he is familiar with here, there are, but it is just the humiliation of facing the murder of his mother and enemies in those few years.

He asked Fei Yu to take Jing Yu and others to settle down first, while he went to the palace to meet King Zheng.

These days, so many things happened to the crown prince, Zheng Wang was forced by pressure from all sides, and he was also very annoying, and his health was not very good, he had already taken medicine.

When Ming Huai met with him, he had just taken the medicine, and he was dressed in casual clothes with the characters of longevity, which made the old man who was over fifty years old even more senile. Under him was a dragon chair full of vicissitudes of life.

Ming Huai knelt down when he saw the salute: "My son Ming Huai, please see my father."

King Zheng didn't look at him, but asked with phlegm: "Ming Huai? How many sons are you this king, who is the concubine mother? Why doesn't this king remember you?"

The servant next to him whispered: "Your Majesty, this is the Ninth Young Master who has made a lot of military achievements."

(End of this chapter)