Chapter 67 The Guest

"Come on, come on, son, can't you tear the slave's mouth without wearing clothes? Haha..." Yin Ping laughed at the edge of the pool in the hot spring. Yin Zhaoyu was ashamed and annoyed, and his face turned red with anger. At this time, Yin Ping only felt a pain in his buttocks, and his whole body rushed forward with a plop, and the water splashed randomly, and also changed Yin Zhaoyu's low laughter.

He stabilized his body in a dog-like water posture. He couldn't help but turn around and said angrily, "Who is it? Who dares to kick me PP...Your Majesty, your Majesty?"

"Next time, if you are bullying my concubine, I will strip you off and tie you to the pillar to see if you are still arrogant." Jing Li's smile was obviously joking, but this slightly yellow sentence made Yin Ping's face blush in an instant. He quickly lowered his head and said, "Your Majesty, forgive me. I will never dare to do it again."

"It's better not to have a future!" He stared at him with a smile. Jing Li felt much more relaxed. Yin Zhaoyu was so indulgent to his servants. It could be seen that he was a kind-hearted person, and Yin Ping was only a teenager, and at most he was a half-year-old child.

Jing Li squatted by the pool, looked at the beauty of the beauty in the bath, and said with a smile, "Zhao Yu, why do you think I'm here? I can't be polite?"

"Your Majesty... my husband... I owe it for the time being!" Yin Zhaoyu was a little afraid of water, so the pool was not deep. If he stood up and saluted, his body would be exposed outside the pool. Driven by shyness, he had been hiding and refused to stand up.

Jing Li smiled and nodded and said, "Okay, I owe you. I'll wait for you outside the room. The weather is getting better today. I heard that there is also a poetry festival in Kyoto. We will join in the fun. It's boring for me to go alone, and I can't bear to part with you. Please wash it quickly and go with me."

"Yes! The minister is almost ready." He answered with a smile, and he withdrew back into the water. Jing Li swept the two and turned out of the bathroom. Yin Zhaoyu in the room accelerated, and Yin Ping also came to help, but his mouth was still unforgiving. He straightened his voice and said, "Okay, I owe you outside the room to wait for you. The weather is getting better today. I heard that there is still a poetry festival in Kyoto. I If you don't want to, you can join in the fun. It's very boring for me to go alone, and I can't bear to part with you. Hurry up and go with me.

"Ping'er, you're really looking for a fight! How dare you speak in the emperor's tone. Yin Zhaoyu laughed and scolded. Yin Ping hid sideways and said with a smile, "Son, I'm repeating the emperor's love for you. Look at the emperor's eyes straight."

"You still said..." Yin Zhaoyu was a little anxious. Yin Ping gave up. He smiled and covered his mouth and said, "Okay, okay, don't say it. If you let the old master know that the prince is really favored, I don't know how happy he will be."

Yin Zhaoyu raised the corners of his mouth, with a happy smile on his face. He didn't say a word, but he washed himself faster and put on his clothes in a short time.

It's really a good day today. The sun is shining and there are no clouds. The wetness washed by the rain on the ground has already been very dry. Jing Li and Yin Zhaoyu are sitting in a sedan chair, and there are guards on all sides to open the road and protect them.

The two people are free and care about each other, and the meaning of love is very strong.

"Zhaoyu, look, look, there are still people flying kites in the sky over there!" Opening the curtain of the sedan chair, Jing Li pointed to the hill not far away. All kinds of kites, big and small, were flying in the wind, which was very beautiful. Yin Zhaoyu also stretched out his head. He has been bound by strict education since he was a child. He has always been longing for things like kite-fating, but he has never had the opportunity to play in person.

Seeing the desire in his eyes, Jing Li's heart flashed a trace of reluctance. She hugged him, lowered her head and kissed his side, and whispered, "When we go back to the palace, I will accompany you to fly a kite in the imperial garden, okay?"

"Really? Your Majesty... Are you really willing to fly a kite with your husband? But... you are the emperor, the ninety-five, and it's not good to be looked at by the servants like this!"

Looking at his worried face, Jing Li leaned his head on his shoulder and shook it gently, "Zhaoyu, don't worry, I'm willing to do anything for Zhaoyu to be happy."

"Your Majesty!" Strong emotion surged into his heart. Yin Zhaoyu's eyes were sour and astringent. He looked at her like this, and his heart was panicked and happy. How could she stop her from falling in love with her like this? How could she not let him move, and his heart hurt? What hurt was that he knew that the emperor could not be alone in this life. Of.

"Swipe, click... Who is it?" Suddenly, the slightly panicked roar of the guards came from the outside. Jing Li and Yin Zhaoyu's bodies were shocked. The two of them immediately lifted the curtain of the sedan chair, and both of them stretched out their heads and looked out.

At this time, there were about hundreds of people in black. They were wearing black clothes all over their bodies and black veils on their heads. Except for those eyes, their whole body was hidden under the black material. At this time, Linglong outside also shouted loudly, "Bold, who are you? How dare you stop the emperor from driving?"

The woman in black laughed coldly and said, "Your Majesty? Then we will block it. We block her. This dog emperor is virtuous and incompetent. We Dajing don't need such an emperor, go!"

For a moment, the sound of swords collided, and Linglong immediately opened the curtain of the sedan chair and shouted at the two people who were immersed in shock, "Your Majesty, palace lord, run away!"

"Your Majesty, your Majesty!" Yin Zhaoyu has been a flower in the greenhouse since he was a child. He never had such an experience. His face turned pale with fear. A pair of big hands tightly grasped Jing Li's little hand. Jing Li secretly gave Linglong a wink. At this time, Linglong suddenly grabbed Yin Zhaoyu's hand and pulled it down the sedan chair.

"Your Majesty!" Yin Zhaoyu exclaimed.

Linglong immediately covered his mouth and whispered, "Lord, don't shout, so as not to attract the killer's attention. You hide here, and I'm going to save the emperor."

"Okay, go, go!" Yin Zhaoyu pushed Linglong, and his body trembled. He had never hated his incompetence so much at this moment and could not protect the emperor. At this time, Jing Li got off the sedan chair. She did not know how to do martial arts. Anyway, she was her own. She beat blindly with a long sword.

At this time, a man in black quietly came to Jing Li's side. He raised his long sword high, and Yin Zhaoyu immediately shouted in horror: "Your Majesty, be careful!"

When he shouted, the killers' eyes immediately turned to him. At this time, two people in black began to walk towards Yin Zhaoyu's side. Yin Zhaoyu slowly retreated in fear. At this time, Jing Li suddenly ran over. A sword held a man, and the other hand grabbed the other man in black. He shouted anxiously, "Zhaoyu, run. Run..."