Chapter 594

"Then don't learn. I'll be the one." Ling Tianwang's warm and generous palm rubs Zhou ruo'an's shoulder and neck. His words are gentle and his eyes are doting.

Listening to his declaration full of connivance, Zhou ruo'an couldn't help raising his hand and touching the tip of his nose. He was very happy and moved.

Her scaly white fingers point the book that Ling Tianwang put in her arms at will, and she looks at Ling Tianwang with bright eyes.

Although she didn't say anything, Ling Tianwang clearly felt her silent urge.

Some helpless shook his head, Ling Tianwang's eyes fell back to the page, warm voice flowing slowly in the palace.

Zhou ruo'an was smart, and Ling Tianwang, by virtue of the battlefield he had experienced, was able to assimilate the military principles one by one.

Because through the closed door, the eunuch could only vaguely hear some sound, but it was enough for him to outline what Ling Tianwang might have at this time.

He may have a smile on his face, a doting eye, or a relaxed body. In a word, he is quite different from the gloomy one who is alone!

"Love..." The eunuch murmured in a low voice with a complicated expression.

He unconsciously lowered his head and looked at his lower abdomen, but before his eyes really focused, he quickly raised his head as if he had been scalded.

"What can love pursue? The most reassuring thing in the world is power and status!" The eunuch stressed in his heart that he forced his mind aside.

Instead of thinking about love, it's better to think about how to tell Zhou ruo'an about his Majesty's physical condition! If Ling Tianwang really had an accident, his wealth would collapse at this time!

Zhou Ruoyan has been locked up for a long time, until she gradually lost her interest in shouting to see Song Ci.

It was also this time that she finally understood what it was called "people walking in the tea cooler"!

She was just left in the palace. She hadn't seen Song Ci for a long time. Her heart was already in turmoil around her, and even someone was looking for her next home! It's ironic.

"Where have you been?" Zhou Ruoyan sat in the yard, his eyes fell on the person who just pushed the door, and asked without expression.

The man didn't expect that there would be someone nearby. He was startled and almost ran out of his throat and into the sky.

Fortunately, at the last moment, she had begun to become blurred eyes to see the appearance of Zhou Ruoyan, that scream is the risk of swallowing back to the stomach.

She kept beating her chest, words also can't help showing a bit of complaint.

"Why are you sitting here?" She asked, a little in a rush.

Although they had known for a long time that they had other thoughts, this was the first time that Zhou Ruoyan clearly felt the difference.

She sneered. Instead of answering, she asked, "you are my servant, but now you are back from the outside. Where have you been?"

That person's expression was stiff for a while, some difficultly twisted the expression on his face into a smiling face.

"It's just a little thing," she said, changing the subject somewhat stiffly. "Now the sun is still a little too hot. Would you like to go back to your room?"

Zhou Ruoyan took a deep look at her and let her do it without saying a word.

Maybe he didn't want to make himself more embarrassed. Zhou Ruoyan bowed his head and grinned bitterly. For the first time, he really regretted that he didn't listen to dissuasion.

"What's the use of regret?" Chou chuckled as he squeezed his pen.

Zhou Ruoyan's previous actions have polished the last trace of softness in his heart, and his warm memory has long been fragmented under the impact of time again and again.

"Now I just want to be able to raise an'er safely, teach him the arts, and allow him to grow up freely."

As for the two daughters? Zhou's father pulled the corner of his mouth. Why should the strange face occupy his life.

Thinking about it, Zhou's father waved to the people beside him, and he once again put all his energy on the unfinished painting.

As time passed, Zhou ruo'an was gradually able to stand up and walk, and Song Ci's injured leg grew better.

But when he was recovering from his wounds and taking this opportunity to hang out with the beauty of the harem, other voices gradually appeared in the court hall, and rumors began to spread among the people.

In a not so prosperous alley in Beijing, there are scholars in long clothes gathering with each other, exchanging their own information with dignified expression.

"Have you heard? Our majesty is back! "

This words fall, immediately set off waves in the crowd.

"Your Majesty? Isn't he always there? " Someone didn't know the whole story, turned to look at the expression of the people next to him, and couldn't help asking.

His voice fell, immediately attracted a lot of surprised and compassionate eyes.

Under such gaze, the blankness in the man's eyes became more and more clear.

"Why are you all looking at me like that?" He reached out and scratched his cheek, unconsciously stepped back two steps, trying to avoid the eyes of the people around him.After a long silence, someone finally couldn't bear to see him staring. He pulled his shoulder aside and said, "I'll tell you."

The man wanted to resist, heard this, immediately put down his arm, honest forward.

The rest looked at each other and couldn't help laughing.

The atmosphere, which was serious and dignified, suddenly became a lot more relaxed because of this bold new man.

Shaking his stiff and aching arm, the man coughed and said, "I also listen to what others say. It's not true. It's all in my heart."

Those people nodded their heads, and each of them agreed.

"We naturally know that..."

Hearing this, the man quietly breathed a sigh of relief, lowered his voice and said, "Your Majesty is now in the enemy country, and is still a figure above thousands of people."

"Under your Majesty's administration, the drought in the enemy country has been greatly alleviated, and the common people are gradually smiling..."

After his voice fell, no one spoke for a long time, everyone was a serious thinking appearance, occasionally someone's eyes crossed a little envy.

"If your majesty is still there..." Someone can't help but say, the tone is full of longing.

Of course, before he finished, he was cut off.

"Silence

The man was frightened by the sudden sound, and his long shirt left a long mark in the air.