Domineering lord I fall in love

Tang Wang is a decisive person, in other words, he is also a ruthless person.

Whether it is the wet nurse who served him since childhood, or the senior brother Lu Li who has been with him for many years, or the blood relatives above Ming Tang, the King of Tang has no affection for them. He is an exemplary subject and master, except that he is not a For those who are close to you, if you occasionally soften your voice with a bit of distress and love, then there must be something to ask for later.

But there is nothing wrong, at least having such a prince is a blessing to the court and the world, he will not lose his standard because of his preference, and he will not squander because of what he likes.

Only after meeting that girl, Chen Weichen was startled that this person also had intentions, would be furious and would threaten innocent women, and there would be moments when his back would hunched over and wept sadly, his emotions were out of control, and he began to lust for her. The gentleness of a woman, he can no longer control his eyes to stare at that girl, he has already...

His Royal Highness the King of Tang began to lack strength, and appeared tired at the end.

Chen Weichen finally saw that there were heavy nasolabial folds on his face, the cheekbones began to protrude, and the face became a sharper rectangle. The roundness and fullness of the past faded from this person with time, and the eye sockets would change after a night. It is dark in color, followed by puffy bags under the eyes.

The king of Tang, who was always calm and clear-eyed and seemed to have infinite energy, has quietly disappeared, replaced by an ordinary person who would be at a loss for women, an ordinary person who is greedy and cowardly, an ordinary person who is old, tired and lonely .

He is old.

Fortunately, his mind was still clear, and he issued instructions in an orderly manner—this somewhat relieved Chen Weichen.

Maybe as long as he returns to the capital, as long as time passes slowly, he will always forget about Duan Xiaolou, maybe there will be other young and beautiful girls to take the place of the noisy little girl, making Luo Sheng become the Tang King again.

But, is there really such a smart and well-behaved girl like Duan Xiaolou in the world? Is there really any girl who flaps her wings desperately like Duan Xiaolou and flies away?

Chen Weichen forced himself to suppress his uneasiness, and hid in the mass graves among the weeds and overgrown trees, waiting for the bandits from Xiangyang Mountain to come.

When Hai Lin saw him, he was not nervous at all, he was still holding He Wentian's head in his hands.

"At least, let me collect the corpse for him." The woman said calmly, as if the person pointed at by the sword was not her.

Such a wealthy attitude really resembles someone.

"How to do?"

"Your Highness said that we will take her back, as long as she is willing to cooperate, we will just wait a little longer." Chen Weichen put away his sword and stood behind her.Tang Wang is not a harsh person, and he doesn't care about these insignificant things, so Chen Weichen watched the woman sprinkle handfuls of soil, reluctantly buried He Wentian's body, and piled up a small pile of dust. soil bag.

The slender and beautiful palm was covered with mud, and there was only a wrist like a tender lotus root.

Hai Lin turned around, and Chen Weichen put his hands in his arms, Hai Lin looked at him with doubts, but Chen Weichen just took out a snow-white handkerchief and stuffed it into her hand.

"Wipe it."

Hai Lin laughed, starlight appeared in the eyes of the originally lifeless person, shining brightly, the curved eyes looked like a half moon in the sky, making one's heart tremble.

"Thank you." Hai Lin took the handkerchief, and then took two steps forward. The guards who came with him had already started to draw their swords, but Hai Lin just picked two small wild flowers and put them in He Wentian. In front of the grave.

"He Wentian is my master and my adoptive father." Hai Lin turned around and stretched out his hands to Chen Weichen, as if Shuang Xuening's old wrists were placed in front of Chen Weichen.

"I know he deserves to die, but I owe him my life." When Hai Lin said this, two lines of tears rolled down his eyes, and he fell into the grass with a puff, as if smashing through Chen Weichen's heart.

So she paused for a moment, did not accept the shackles handed by the person behind, but tied her hands with a rope, and finally put a coat on her hands.

"Wipe your tears." Chen Weichen took the rope, but didn't escort her away immediately.

At this moment, Luo Sheng was sitting in front of the Avalokitesvara Hall of Hansong Temple, holding a Buddhist bead and closing his eyes. No one knew what he was thinking. Everyone could only see him slowly turning the Buddhist bead in his hand, and the strong smell of sandalwood was burning in front of the hall. , the smoky smoke and the hanging golden curtain made it difficult for everyone to see clearly.

The King of Tang has always disliked getting close to people, and the waiters couldn't get too close. The guards had to wait outside the hall, and Chen Guicheng, who was detained, was forced to kneel in the side hall next door, separated by the paper window. Grid could barely see someone sitting next to him.

Although I haven't met him formally, I can imagine that the only one who has such a great right to release him from prison and put him in this shitty temple is the king of Tang, who is under one man and above ten thousand.

This person may be sick.

Chen Guicheng complained silently, there is nothing wrong with sitting in front of the Avalokitesvara statue, and they don't seem to be people who really believe in Buddhism, they just sit there and don't speak. Dare to make a little noise, if it wasn't for the sound of monks chanting scriptures in the front hall, Chen Guicheng would have doubted whether there were any living people here.

I don't know how long it took before I heard a burst of very light footsteps, and then I saw someone entering the Guanyin Hall.

"Take him back, and don't show up again in the future." After a long time, he heard the man speak, and he was still sitting with his back to the person who came in, without words or room for discussion. , as if it was a verdict written on paper, it fell down lightly.

"Yes."

Only then did Chen Guicheng Chen realize that the person who went in first was his older brother Chen Weichen.

The person who was escorting him handed him out, after all he was kicked and shattered his kneecap, so he was bound to walk with a limp.

Chen Guicheng was a little curious, so he looked around dishonestly. The person sitting in front of the Avalokitesvara statue was very small. Even if he only had the back of his face, he could tell that his complexion was very bad. No amount of gorgeous clothes could save this person. He was like stagnant water Face.

Chen Weichen pulled him over, as if he wanted to say something, stood there for a moment, looked at the woman following him, and finally raised his hand, still holding a piece of rope.

"Your Highness!" Chen Weichen said suddenly, startling everyone, but the person who was sitting said calmly, "You should go back."

A simple sentence blocked all Chen Weichen's words. Chen Guicheng saw his elder brother hand the rope to the person next to him with trembling hands, and then escorted him away.

Chen Guicheng couldn't help but look back, Tang Wang finally stood up, it was still a small one, although his expression was blurred due to the distance, he could still see his lowered brows, he was really in a bad mood, but for some reason, he seemed to be in a bad mood again. The woman's rope was untied.

"Brother, who is that girl? Why did King Tang tie her up and then let her go?"

"For the sake of your own life and the lives of our whole family, you'd better learn to shut up." Hearing the voice of his elder brother gritting his teeth, Chen Guicheng closed his mouth wisely.

When the news of King Tang's death came, Chen Weichen couldn't believe it at all, but Chen Guicheng thought it was normal.

"The prince has a dead face, what's so strange about it!"

Chen Weichen gave his younger brother a strong love education, told his family to take good care of him, forbid all contact with outsiders, and kicked his kneecap and said, "If you don't want the other kneecap to be crushed, then shut up .”

"Brother..." Chen Guicheng hugged his knees and rolled in pain, "I'm your real brother!"

"If you weren't my younger brother, would you use the lives of the whole family to guarantee you? Listen, you must stay at home. If you disappear, the court will deal with our family as a crime of sitting together, so shut up and stay here here."

"He's already dead."

He is already dead?

He got old and died?

Do not!

Chen Weichen couldn't accept it. He had personally experienced how strong that person was, and he had seen how hard that person's bones were countless times. He was just a little tired, but he was not as young as before. King Tang just turned [-] Age, good health, no disease and no disaster, the whole body has a calm and calm temperament, without the slightest slump.

He is a man far from death.

"In addition to the southern patrol team, there are dozens of masters sent by His Majesty from the capital, and after the battle of Xiangyang Mountain, there are no bandits who can attack the southern patrol team." Duan Qing said firmly, if not so, how dare they leave easily?

"There are a few more things," Chen Weichen looked at him and said, "First, when I rushed back to the capital, Lu Li refused His Majesty's offer to resign from office and go back to seclusion...... King Tang suffered from such an accident, he decided not to let it go, Now he has gone away, and even I can't contact him. Second, Xu Chong was ordered to investigate the assassination of the Tang king. The deadline is three months. It is said that Xu Chong deliberately evaded but could not let the emperor take back the order. Third, recently Fang Jiren, the old grand master of the three dynasties, wrote a letter begging for the bones to return home."

"This is a case that makes the civil and military people of the whole dynasty terrified." Duan Qing understands that everyone is afraid. The angry emperor has already killed the Tang Palace, and no one wants to be the next one.

"Xiaolou." Duan Qing looked at his sister worriedly, but Duan Xiaolou didn't overreact, just curled up with his knees in his arms and sobbed.

Duan Qing walked over, put her in his arms and patted her on the shoulder.

"Small building..."

What are you going to do?

"Brother, walk with me." Duan Xiaolou cried for a while, raised his head, looked at Duan Qing with red eyes and said, "Just let me stay here for a few more days, let me stay where he walked Just go again."

"Then I'll go home with you."

"Not going anywhere."

"Second brother, don't go anywhere, and don't touch this matter again."

"Let's go home together."

Chen Weichen was listening beside him, suddenly feeling sad.

No wonder King Tang couldn't let her go, he was so smart and considerate, he was in so much pain but he endured the pain to take care of the people around him. Under such circumstances, he could also consider that the case was no small matter, and he didn't want to bring his elders and relatives back.

"You won't... really die."

The strong scent of sweet-scented osmanthus filled the noses of the three of them, and Chen Weichen suddenly remembered Tang Wang's few hobbies. He liked flowers, enjoyed flower viewing, liked painting flowers, and liked women like flowers.

Now that the flowers are blooming just right, you won't really just let go, will you?