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Tomorrow at dawn?

Zhao Jing stared at him, her heart carrying a bit of nervousness, but most of all, there was a complicated feeling. She should and should hate Dongfang Weiming. If it wasn't for him, she wouldn't have turned into her current appearance. Even though her mother wasn't accompanying her, she was still the birth mother. With her mother here, she still had relatives in this world. She wasn't alone. Without a mother, she, Zhao Jing, would become a real orphan!

However, there was a saying that was extremely good. Time was the best medicine that could heal all wounds. The only fortunate thing was that Zhao Jing didn't have any deep feelings for his mother, or it could be said that apart from their blood relation, he didn't have any other reliance on her. Two years had passed, and her hatred for Dongfang Weiming had gradually gone from hatred for the person who killed her mother to an uncontrollable hatred.

What she hated was that he treated her like a puppet, a container to nurture Gu!

"What happens tomorrow at first light?" Zhao Jing stared at him, trying her best to calm the emotions in her eyes. When their four eyes met, it was most likely to expose her feelings. Dongfang Weiming's eyes were really too poisonous, so she had to be on guard.

Dongfang Weiming, on the other hand, was very calm. Her fingertip gently brushed away her hair that had been blown about by the wind, and stroked her picturesque face, those deep eyes, and that extremely beautiful nose bridge. In the end, the tip of his finger drifted onto her cheek, making her feel so tender and intimate. "If your majesty doesn't see Qi Yunshan today, he will definitely teach you a lesson tomorrow! I wonder who will be the first one? "

He paused, smiling so coolly. In the pitch-black night, the weak light hit his body in the dim light, causing the man in the dim light to appear exceptionally beautiful. His sinister gaze stared at her without blinking. "Why don't you make a guess, your majesty?"

In Zhao Jing's line of sight, the person in front of him looked like a demon from the legends. Zhao Jing started to quickly think about who it was. Qi Yunshan was indeed not someone to be trifled with, and he was very vengeful, so …

"Wen Yuye? Four-direction Sect! " Zhao Jing blurted out.

"You're right, there's a prize!" He lowered his head and gave her a peck. "Let's go!" With that, he took her hand and walked out.

In that moment, Zhao Jing thought back to the past, and how she had just entered the Imperial Palace. On the day of her mother's departure, Dongfang Weiming had also held her hand and led her to the throne room. All these years, he had never changed this habit. Whenever he traveled with her, he would always hold her hand, making it seem as if he truly loved her, as if he was afraid that she would lose her life.

But now, Zhao Jing understood. This was not pain, nor was it protection. Rather, it was an innate control and vigilance. Dongfang Weiming always liked to grab onto her wrist, as if he was holding onto her life. No matter where he was, no matter what happened, he wanted this to be under his control. It was as if if if if she were to act rashly, he would immediately break her wrist and kill her without hesitation!

As long as she was a little bit nervous, there would be a change in her wrist. He would immediately sense it. Therefore, in the past two years, Zhao Jing had not learnt anything else, but practiced his art of feigning calmness to the point of perfection.

Wei Shuge and Zhao Yuannan had followed Zhao Jing for a long time, so they were already accustomed to seeing Dongfang Weiming and Zhao Jing's actions, so they did not dare to say much and only silently followed behind the two of them. However, the direction Dongfang Weiming wanted to go towards was not the imperial palace, it was as if he had brought Zhao Jing to the side of the moat.

"Where are you taking me?" Zhao Jing asked.

Dongfang Weiming did not even look back as he dragged her forward, and squeezed through the crowd and headed towards the river. In the autumn and winter season, the riverside should be very desolate. The cold wind made people shiver. Zhao Jing was also the same, she was already afraid of the cold. After walking out of the crowd, she began to tremble, and when she reached the river bank, her teeth started to tremble, and her entire body started to tremble.

"Let's take you for a walk first. You'll only know the way when it's the busiest time of the year. Then, you'll know what's the most fun thing in the capital." Dongfang Weiming continued speaking, and kept on holding onto her wrist.

"A year later?" Zhao Jing was startled.

Dongfang Weiming paused in his steps, and looked back at her, "The Emperor said that he has never come to the capital for a good stroll, even after leaving the palace he would only stay in the Bright Moon House, not daring to casually stroll around the streets. Now that this humble subject is free, I shall accompany the emperor in experiencing the lights of the capital! " While talking, Zhou Zhiji had already passed some silver over to the boat family, and a beautiful boat slowly appeared in front of Zhao Jing.

Zhao Jing's eyes widened, "You want, want to board the ship?"

"Let's go!" Dongfang Weiming brought her onto the boat, and had everyone stay at their original place and not follow her.

This was the first time Zhao Jing had ever seen such a thing, "This is the first time I'm riding on a boat!" She appeared to be a little nervous. When the wind blew across the pleasure boat, Zhao Jing subconsciously held his hand, "Err … Do you know water? If you feel scared, you have to hold my hand tightly, okay? "

"Does the emperor fear water?" Dongfang Weiming ridiculed, and laughed complacently.

Zhao Jing gulped down a mouthful of saliva, "It's not that I'm afraid, but I've been submerged once when I was young. Especially in such a cold weather, it makes people feel fear from the bottom of their hearts! "

"No worries!" He whispered in her ear, "I'm here!"

The boat swayed back and forth in the water. In the coming spring, all the tender shoots of the willows by the shore would be released. They would definitely be exceptionally beautiful. Under the current circumstances, the branches of the willow trees hanging on the surface of the river looked like they were hanging on a branch. Looking from afar, it was quite a unique sight to behold. The water sparkled, reflecting the two people on the cruise liner. The wind blew the lanterns on the bow, swaying them from side to side. It was hard to tell who was watching.

Zhao Jing didn't know when Dongfang Weiming released her wrist, nor did he know when he tightened his grip on her hand. She was only gazing into the distance, her lips slightly raised. It was unknown whether she was smiling or thinking.

He looked at her through the dim light of the lamp. But what was she thinking, what was she thinking? His heart was stifled, and the gentle light in his eyes slowly became sharp. Was he thinking about her Big Brother Yue? That nameless person had appeared in her dreams when she was at her weakest. These past two years had been carved into his heart like thorns.

It was only until he felt pain from his fingertips that Zhao Jing suddenly regained his senses and realized that he had been distracted. Almost at the first reaction, she looked at him with a face full of anger. She wanted to pull her hand out of his palm, but he firmly held her hand.

"Who are you thinking about in your head?" Dongfang Weiming's eyes were sharp.

Zhao Jing held his breath, "I miss you, okay?"

He cupped her face with a meaningful smile and stroked her brow with his fingertips. "When you're lying, your eyebrows will unconsciously raise. For all these years, this has always been your habit. It's as if ever since I saw you, you've never changed your mind!"

Zhao Jing subconsciously took half a step back, wanting to keep a safe distance between them. She avoided his gaze and quickly returned to the cabin. Zhao Jing felt cold. Cold. The fire in the pavilion crackled. No matter how warm it was, it could not warm this cold heart that had been silent for a long time.

"Are you angry?" Dongfang Weiming stood indifferently at the door.

"The feeling of being seen through is not very comfortable. It's just that I don't like the feeling of losing, that's all!" Zhao Jing raised her head and looked at him. She hugged her knees, her expression exceptionally calm, "Uncle, have you ever experienced what it feels like to have someone see through you?"

"Never tried!" "I don't want to try!"

"Why?" Zhao Jing asked.

Dongfang Weiming thought about it. Why? He sneered, "Only those who have shackles in their hearts will be able to show the emotions in their hearts and be seen through. If there was nothing in his heart, how could others see through it? When did the emperor start to have this problem? "

Zhao Jing stared at him with heavy eyes. But she kept her eyes fixed on the crackling brazier. When she was not speaking, she could remain silent by herself.

Dongfang Weiming hated this look from the bottom of his heart. How much did he hate her silence? It was just like that year's battle at the Fringe Region of Lizhou. That fierce battle was the biggest shadow of his life, and also the demon in his heart that he would never be able to get rid of. Coming back to his senses, Dongfang Weiming sat beside Zhao Jing without saying a word, "Come closer!"

Zhao Jing ignored him.

"This subject doesn't mind. Carrying the emperor back to the palace is not the first time after all!" He opened his mouth at a leisurely pace. His tone seemed to be talking about something that was not important, something that was so casual.

Zhao Jing glared at him and moved to his side to sit.

Dongfang Weiming casually opened the window and wrapped her in his cape to keep her warm.

On the surface of the water, the scenery passed by.

Willow withered wait for green, who laughs Qin Huai side?

Zhao Jing was wrapped under his cloak and was carried by him. She didn't know that she was looking at the scenery. Or was it just a scenery? It was just that the warmth in his embrace was really comfortable, with a unique scent that was unique to him.

Dongfang Weiming lowered his head, and the corner of his mouth unconsciously curled up. The fragrance of the makeup was always on a woman. Even the fragrance of the flowers was not a temptation to a martial artist like him. The only thing that remained was the faint scent of books on her body. It was as if she had been poisoned and gave birth to an indescribable feeling of yearning.

When the boat stopped, Zhao Jing was already asleep in his embrace. It would be hard to get off the boat without being carried by him.

Dongfang Weiming walked very carefully, afraid that he would jump at her. Looking at Zhao Jing who was sleeping peacefully in his arms, he was like a docile cat, without any hint of resistance or sharpness during the day. The little girl in the blanket was truly harmless only when she was asleep.

No one dared to make a sound, and no one dared to disturb Zhao Jing's sweet dream.

Zhao Jing slept soundly, there was nothing in his dreams, only a pair of warm hands holding onto her tightly. She thought, is that Big Brother Yue? Big Brother Yue liked to be like this when she was young …

However, a dream is a dream.

A deep love will not lead to longevity, Hui Ji will be wounded.

Zhao Jing recognized it, this was his own dragon bed. Presumably, he really fell asleep last night and was sent back by Dongfang Weiming.

Wei Shuge looked at Zhao Jing and opened his eyes, his heart was finally at ease again, "The emperor has finally woken up!"

Zhao Jing sat up, he realized his throat was dry and started to cough uncontrollably. The wind was blowing yesterday, and it was a little cold. "What's the matter? Look at your face, it looks like something has happened. "Speak!"

"Master Wen is in trouble!" The moment Wei Shuge said this, Zhao Jing's eyebrows rose up abruptly.

After thinking about it, Zhao Jing lifted the blanket and got off the bed, "What happened?" Did Qi Yunshan really make a move?