Chapter 47: The Prince's Marriage Proposal 4

At that moment, all the gloom was swept away.

The man in front of him was so tall and handsome, and he had a noble aura of Tsinghua that was not angry and arrogant. He carries a sword on his back, his long body is jade, and his powerful hands pinch the thin strings of the kite, adding a gentle style.

His long, beautiful eyelashes, in particular, are gratuitously reminiscent of the greenest leaf of an old peach tree.

In fact, she had never seen anyone with such beautiful eyelashes, growing on a man's body, but it did not look abrupt at all, but made his heroism reveal a compassionate nature that a military general did not have.

Of course, she couldn't describe these feelings at the time, and it wasn't until she met many, many men later that she understood the preciousness of this moment.

She looked at him in amazement—a stranger, but so familiar. It's as if they've known each other in their previous lives.

In fact, she had only seen him once when she was very young.

Ziling, the crown prince of Chen State, is now the commander of the three armies.

At that time, the boy of that year is now standing up to the sky.

He smiled and stared into her eyes, "Xia Ji, my name is Ziling, back then, I didn't have time to tell you." ”

The morning sun completely envelops the pink of the old peach tree.

On the bluestone slab, a man and a woman sat quietly.

For a long time, silent, she was always silent, docile and elegant. And he has been looking at her infatuatedly.

Since he said goodbye to that year, he has never forgotten her, and after many years, she has grown up exactly like what he imagined.

Countless midnight dreams, countless longing and anticipation - sure enough, this is what she is.

It is the ultimate of his ideals, a beautiful longing, and an infinite warm thought...... Whether it is the palace of Chen Guo or the triumph of the southern and northern wars, there have been countless beauties sent to him, flattering, flattering, pure, plump, lovely, and dignified...... No matter what kind of woman, he has no interest.

Strangely enough, he would dream of her many nights, as if he had grown up with each other.

He wanted to ask, "Xia Ji, do you often dream of me too?" but he didn't ask, because he was sure that she must have dreamed of herself from time to time, otherwise, she wouldn't be so familiar with lying beside her, like a childhood sweetheart who has been old for many years.

Is this the fate between people?

She kept her head down, pinching the thin string of the kite, and occasionally raised her head, always seeing his attentive and gentle eyes. For some reason, her face was slightly hot, and her heart was like a deer's collision, fluttering...... This kind of heartbeat is different from the fear when the quilt is forced, it makes her excited, throbbing, yearning, and has a sense of security, like a deep lover who has been waiting for many years...... However, she didn't know why......

He stared at the flush on the girl's white cheeks, and there was a slight pain in his heart, he stood up and took her hand: "Xia Ji, have you learned to fly a kite?"

Her gaze suddenly fell on the unconscious Ziman outside the wooden door, and the blush on her face quickly receded, full of horror.

Zi Ling laughed and said lightly: "Don't worry, naturally someone will take him away." ”

As soon as his words fell, the two attendants were already running in a rage, and saw Ziman fall to the ground, his hands were scorched and unconscious...... Ziman is a big man, there is only a weak Xia Ji in it, can she beat him like this?

However, the two of them didn't dare to ask, so they were so frightened that they caught him and fled, for fear that there would really be demons inside who would rush out......