When Ying Zheng appeared in the dark cell, I thought I was dreaming. I raised my hands to rub my dry eyes. When I raised my eyes again, I saw him getting closer and closer.

Mottled light and shadow hit his tense, expressionless face, and his originally bright eyes were now hidden in the darkness. I slowly raised myself up with my wrist and looked up at him.

Is he here to save me?!

Or did you misunderstand me and come to interrogate me?!

I looked at Ying Zheng anxiously, looking at each other in silence. Time seemed to have stopped at this moment, and I could only hear each other's breathing.

It took Ying Zheng a long time to utter a word, "Qingchi, I will take you back."

Hearing this sentence, the grievances, helplessness, and fear that had been stagnating in my heart made my tears pour out like a broken flood, but I still stared at the person in front of me, tears blurring my vision. I

He lowered his head to wipe away his tears with his sleeves, turned his tears into a smile, and gave him a smile.

I still remember a book I read when I was a child: There is a prince in every girl's heart. He comes riding a tall horse, whether it is a white horse or a black horse, or riding a somersault cloud. He is an unparalleled hero. One day he will be in the world.

He appeared under the spotlight and came to pick her up wearing golden armor and holy clothes.

Yingzheng at this time is the prince in my eyes. He does not have a white horse, a black horse, or a somersault cloud, nor is he wearing a golden armor. Maybe he is not a hero yet, and he is not attracting the attention of everyone at this moment. But, he is mine.

prince.

When I came to my senses, Ying Zheng had walked into the cell and was squatting next to me.

He didn't mind how embarrassed I was at the moment, and stretched out his hand to wipe away the tears on my face. I could feel the warm touch of his fingers. Then he raised his hand and smoothed my tangled hair behind my ears, his eyes pitiful.

He looked at me and said: "Qingchi, don't cry, I will take you home and I won't let anyone bully you again!"

Hearing these words, the tears that had almost stopped poured out again like a flood. I had never shed tears like this when I was beaten just now. He said, take me home. In this other world, where he is, it is me.

In my home, no one will bully me anymore.

He kept wiping my tears and gave me a comforting smile, "Okay, go back, don't cry."

"Yeah." I nodded obediently, and he held me gently in his arms. Although his movements were very gentle, the pain all over my body made me gasp. He paused and raised his hand to check my body.

Wounds, when he discovered that I was covered with wounds from being beaten, his handsome brows furrowed tightly, and a trace of anger flashed in his eyes, but he suppressed it in an instant.

I rested my head on his shoulder, put my hands around his neck and cuddled against him. The familiar smell of grass surrounded me. Although my body hurt, it felt like I had never felt at ease before.

The dim light and shadow cast on the cold and cold corridor of the cell, and Ying Zheng held me as he walked forward. At this moment, I actually hoped that this corridor would never end, and that I would stay in this warm harbor forever... Oh my God! Stop it,

What am I doing? How can I be so obsessed with the future First Emperor...

Suddenly, Ying Zheng stopped holding me in his arms and interrupted my thoughts. I heard someone say: "Your Highness took the person away. If the Prime Minister asks about it, I'm afraid..."

I raised my head when I heard the sound, and saw that the person who just spoke was a man with a mustache, and he was blocking the road in the middle of the road with his hands raised.

"I will give an explanation to Prime Minister Lu about this matter, get out of the way!" Ying Zheng scolded sternly.

"This..." The mustache looked hesitant and wanted to open his mouth to say something else.

"Don't let me say it a third time, get out!" Then, Kuroki stepped forward and pushed the mustache away with a fierce look.

I laid my head on his shoulder. Ying Zheng rarely lost his temper on weekdays. He was calm, mature, and well behaved. But at this time, I could feel the rise and fall of his chest when he spoke just now. He exuded a compelling aura, as if telling the people around him

:Keep strangers away!

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The imperial doctor treated the wounds on my body again, and told me to rest well before leaving. I was secretly glad that the wounds on my body were just superficial wounds, which would heal after a period of recovery, and there should be no scars. Fortunately, the strong man did not actually use the soldering iron.

Burn it on my body, otherwise I'm afraid I'll have those ugly scars for the rest of my life.

Since then, Yingzheng and I have been together every day, inseparable. I didn’t ask him how he explained to the Prime Minister, I just stayed with him to make him happy, and I was also happy! Looking at his wide-eyed smile, I realized that he was smiling.
Chapter completed!