The most romantic little emperor

Qin Hao hugged her tightly, not wanting to let go. His face was buried deep in her black hair, and their breaths intertwined.

He whispered, "Wuying, I know you are angry because I lied to you. I sincerely apologize to you and am willing to accept any punishment you may have."

"But all this is because I love you!"

"Let me go!" Ping Wuying's voice was filled with anger and helplessness. She was obviously caught off guard by this sudden confession and was almost on the verge of going berserk.

She was restrained in Qin Hao's embrace and unable to move. Her eyes were full of shame and anger, and she cursed in her heart: How dare this shameless guy be so rude!

"No!" Qin Hao clung to her body like a rogue, greedily sniffing her faint virgin body fragrance, and seemed not to intend to let go.

Suddenly, an immense feeling of anger and humiliation came over Ping Wuying. She was furious. A powerful force instantly surged out of her body, and she broke free from Qin Hao's arms.

There was a loud "Bang!"

Qin Hao's body was hit by an unprecedented force without warning. He was inexplicably bounced away and finally fell heavily to the ground.

"Ah!" He let out a scream, and his limbs seemed to be disassembled and reassembled. The pain made him curl up into a ball involuntarily, rolling and struggling on the ground, trying to relieve the severe pain that invaded his bone marrow.

When Feng Lao, who was outside the door, heard the noise inside, he could no longer sit still and was about to break in.

"Master Feng, don't come in!" Qin Hao's body was bent like a shrimp. He was in so much pain that he couldn't tell east from west, south from north, but he still shouted while enduring the pain.

He was afraid that after Feng Lao came in, he would start fighting with Ping Wuying without knowing the truth, and the consequences would be even more difficult to control.

Old Feng's figure froze at the threshold, his eyes, which had seen all the vicissitudes of life, filled with worry.

With a "clang" sound, the sword began to sing clearly.

Ping Wuying broke free from his restraints, unsheathed his sword, and moved smoothly, fully displaying his heroic temperament.

Her face was as cold as frost, her eyes were stern, and she held a long sword in her hand. She walked towards Qin Hao step by step, her long black hair flowing like a waterfall. The tip of the sword lightly pointed at Qin Hao's neck, and she shouted coldly: "Shameless man, how dare you be so presumptuous? You really don't know your place!"

"Are we familiar with each other? It's only the second time we've met, and you dare to treat me like this? Do you really think I'm Ping Wuying, one of those young ladies in the capital who don't know much about the world?"

There was a hint of unquestionable coldness in her words. The tip of the sword trembled slightly, but did not actually fall, as if she was testing or warning.

Qin Hao lay on the ground, but there was no fear on his face. He didn't believe that this woman dared to kill him. At most, she was just venting her anger.

Not only was he not afraid of the cold light that was so close to him, but he raised his head in an almost provocative manner, with an unruly smile on his lips: "Wuying, I think true love does not need years to settle. Beautiful things often bloom in an instant."

"For me, it was the first glimpse of you when I saw you for the first time. My heart was already captivated and I couldn't help myself. This was probably love at first sight! Whether you believe it or not, this is what I really think!"

His voice was deep and magnetic, and every word seemed carefully crafted. It was both a love confession to her and an outlet for his own emotions.

There is a subtle tension in the air, which contains both the tense situation of drawing swords and the subtlety of hidden emotions.

"You...you...you frivolous man, stop talking nonsense!" Ping Wuying's voice was trembling, and her jade-like hands were shaking with excitement. Even the hilt of the sword she was clenching seemed to feel the master's mood and almost slipped out of her hand.

She had never heard such a bold and explicit confession. Even the young talents in Yunzhou who were deeply in love with her were all gentle and polite, trying their best to play the role of modest gentlemen, and their words were full of flattery and respect for her.

However, Qin Hao is completely different!

His words were simple, blunt, and rough, with a hint of undisguised frivolity, yet surprisingly seemed so sincere and pure, like a clear spring that inadvertently broke through the defenses in her heart, causing ripples in her weathered heart, and she experienced unprecedented throbbing and sweetness.

"If you don't believe me, then just kill me with one sword!"

Qin Hao slowly closed his eyes, his face revealing a calmness of facing death, as if he was ready to face everything. "I wanted to shine my heart on the bright moon, but the bright moon shines on the ditch! If you insist on doing this, I have nothing to say!"

In an instant, a gentle light flashed across Ping Wuying's star-like eyes.

"Is he... really interested in me?" She whispered to herself. This question was like a bud blooming in spring, shy yet filled with a bit of eager anticipation.

Time seemed to stand still as the two of them fell into silence, maintaining their distance from each other in a delicate balance. An indescribable feeling filled the air.

Qin Hao finally couldn't hold back any longer, and gently lifted a corner of his eyelids, looking at Ping Wuying's rosy cheeks. He couldn't help but feel happy, and thought to himself: "It seems that my bet was right, and what I said just now really worked."

Qin Hao keenly captured Ping Wuying's subtle change in attitude, and lightly touched her with his fingertips, quietly removing the long sword that she was holding tightly in her hand.

Then, he decisively got up from the ground and approached Ping Wuying step by step, with endless tenderness flashing in his eyes. He pretended to hold her in his arms and comfort her carefully.

"Wuying..." He opened his thin lips, his voice soft as the most delicate breeze in spring, gently brushing across her heart, full of infinite tenderness and affection.

However, Ping Wuying was like a frightened deer. He quickly took two steps back and put some distance between the two of them again.

In her beautiful eyes, there were complex emotions surging, and there seemed to be a subtle vulnerability dodging, "Don't come over here. If you take another step forward, don't blame me for being rude to you."

"Wuying, I didn't mean to lie to you, it's just that you misunderstood me so much!"

Qin Hao's steps were steady and calm, and he didn't seem to take Ping Wuying's threat seriously.

He slowly approached her, a gentle arc appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he said softly: "I know that I have a bad reputation among the people, and I have never thought of explaining to the world or using force to silence everyone."

"The main reason why I concealed my identity from you is that you misunderstood me so much that you wanted to enter the palace and assassinate me at any time. I didn't want you to take an extreme approach, so I told you a white lie."

"How about you give me a chance, and I will take you to see the true face of this court, so that you can see with your own eyes what kind of monarch I am, okay?"