Chapter 25 I'm just a hooligan

Jun Linyuan, dressed as a groom, stepped on the war horse that had been accompanying him in the eyes of everyone's blessing, but in this happy day, Jun Linyuan, who was originally smiling, was gloomy at this moment. The dark forehead, melancholy almost dripped out of water, and a heavy breath gave people a depressing breath. I feel that even the people with the worst perception can feel that Jun Linyuan is in an extremely bad mood at this moment.

In fact, for today's wedding, Jun Linyuan and Situ Ruoxiang have the same mood. Two equally excellent people are vaguely looking forward to each other, but Lord Li's last words completely destroyed all of Jun Linyuan's interests today.

Jun Linhai is also the ruler of Jun Linhai and the Yongyuan Empire. He did not hesitate to lower his status and name to see Jun Linhai. Such a summoning seems to have no intention, but everyone knows very clearly in his heart that in the eyes of His Majesty of the Yongyuan Empire, the status of Jun Linhai is absolutely surpassed that of Jun Linyuan. However, at least half of the reason why Jun Linyuan was awarded the title of Marquis today is because of the Jun family.

The sound of firecrackers is still so crisp and loud, but Jun Linyuan's mood can't become happy because of this. Jun Linyuan just secretly said fiercely in his heart, "Jun Linhai, one day, I, Jun Linyuan, will completely trample on you under your feet!"

The welcoming team of the Jun family left the Jun family. Just as Jun Linyuan was secretly fierce in his heart, a ruffian figure reflected Jun Linyuan's vision. It was a young man carrying a huge sword. The young man stood on one foot against the corner of the wall, tilting his head, still carrying the huge sword on his shoulders, and his oblique eyes and Jun Lin Yuan's eyes collided, and then Jun Linyuan saw a mocking smile on the corners of the ruffian young man's mouth.

This ordinary smile is so dazzling in Jun Linyuan's perception that Jun Linyuan's handsome face is faintly congested and red.

"Hmm!"

Jun Linyuan shouted in a low voice, and then stopped caring about the hooligan Shen Zhiwu and left with the welcoming team.

And Shen Zhiwu leaned against the corner with a relaxed smile on his face, shook his head slightly, shouted and scolded in a low voice, and turned into the crowd. However, because the huge sword on Shen Zhiwu's shoulder was so dazzling that it attracted the eyes of countless people, but Shen Zhiwu, who was countless times thicker than the wall, was completely Shen Zhiwu is in a very good mood at this moment.

This wedding is the first marriage between the Jun family and the Situ family. This information alone is enough to attract the attention of other families, especially for the old anterior of the Jun family. For the Ye family, although it is a family that has been fighting for hundreds of years, there is also the Ye family among today's guests, and yesterday with Jun Lin Tianhou However, Ye Yiyu, who met, was among them. Perhaps if it hadn't been for the marriage between Jun Linyuan and the Situ family, Jun Lintian would not have met Ye Yiyu at all.

The Jun family is lively, but for Shen Zhiwu at this moment, the lively congratulations are so harsh, because at this moment, behind Shen Zhiwu, there is a 17- or 18-year-old beautiful girl. No, that beautiful girl can already be said to be a woman who is charming. This woman rushed into the country yesterday. Princess Pinghua of Jinjun's family.

At this moment, Princess Pinghua is constantly following Shen Zhiwu's buttocks, and her voice like a nightingale keeps calling Shen Zhiwu, who is carrying a huge sword in front of her, while Princess Pinghua's warm jade-carved hands try to hold the mopping dress and trot all the way, but she can't follow Shen Zhiwu's pace, and behind Princess Pinghua was a group of chaotic servants.

"Shen Zhiwu, hooligan, stop!"

"Shen Zhiwu, wait for me!"

"Shen...Zhi...Wu, slow down, I can't keep up with you!"

"Shen Zhiwu..."

Princess Pinghua followed Shen Zhiwu tirelessly. The luxurious dress was really inconvenient to move quickly, which caused Princess Pinghua to fall every time she ran out a few steps, but whenever she fell, Princess Pinghua would try to get rid of the help of her servants and then try to keep up. It was not Princess Pinghua's unwilling. The Italian servants helped, but Princess Pinghua remembered Shen Zhiwu's words: "You are the body of a delicate princess, and I, Shen Zhiwu, am just a first-class rogue!"

Princess Pinghua has always remembered Shen Zhiwu's words, so she doesn't want the help of her servants. She wants to prove to Shen Zhiwu that she is a princess, but she is definitely not delicate. And Shen Zhiwu, although he is a first-class rogue, it can't change anything. For example, it is impossible to stop her from liking him at all.

Shen Zhiwu was already eye-catching enough to carry a huge sword, followed by a beautiful princess, and a lot of servants behind the princess. At such a lively moment in Jun's house, Shen Zhiwu immediately became the focus of everyone. Perhaps today, in addition to Jun Linyuan, Shen Zhiwu was the most popular.

At the end, even Shen Zhiwu, who was as face as good as the city wall, had to stop to face the malt-like Princess Pinghua.

"What the hell do you want?" Shen Zhiwu frowned his strong eyebrows.

"I... I want you to accept me!"

"I said, I'm just a first-class rogue, and you are the princess of the empire. There is an irreparable gap between my identity and you, so we can't do it!" Shen Zhiwu's focus fell on the petite and beautiful but stubborn figure, and Shen Zhiwu rarely put away the unchanged ** and smile, revealing a faint seriousness rarely.

"Why is it impossible? Is it enough for me to like you?" Princess Pinghua stared at Shen Zhiwu in front of her in a daze, and a trace of grievance appeared in her simple and innocent pupils. Since childhood, when has she been so wronged as Jin Zhiyuye?

"But I don't like you!"

"You... don't like me?" Shen Zhiwu's words echoed in Princess Pinghua's mind like a magic sound. Princess Pinghua's white face became pale, and there was a faint mist in her innocent eyes. Then Princess Pinghua looked at Shen Zhiwu not far away and said in a slightly crying voice, "You don't like me, why? Am I not beautiful enough or am I not good enough, or am I not good enough to like you, or..."

Princess Pinghua looked at Shen Zhiwu in a daze, and the Jun family and countless guests who attended Jun Linyuan's wedding quietly looked at Shen Zhiwu and Princess Pinghua. Everyone was listening carefully to the innocent and pale dialogue between the two.

Shen Zhiwu quietly looked at the aggrieved Princess Pinghua, exhaled for a long time, shook his head gently, and whispered, "It's not true. You go. I have someone I love!"

As soon as the words fell, Shen Zhiwu's figure had disappeared into the crowd, but Princess Pinghua, who was standing not far away, stood still. Tears in her eyes finally couldn't stop flowing down. Her red eyes quietly watched Shen Zhiwu disappear into her vision. She sobbed and said, "Do you have a loved one? But the person you love is not me, not me!"

Princess Pinghua did not catch up with her. She just vented the pain in her heart unscrupulously in full view of the public, as if the little girl who had no intention had lost her most precious thing. She had no defense and did not know how to guard against anyone. She just took her most real emotions without taboo In the eyes of everyone, perhaps because of this, Shen Zhiwu, who has always claimed to be a hooligan, avoided Princess Pinghua in this way.

The dialogue between Shen Zhiwu and Princess Pinghua just now is just a farce for most of the people present, but for some forces who have a deep relationship with the Jun family or hostile forces, the dialogue just now is enough to lead to a difficult past that the Jun family can't say.

That was six years ago, the autumn windy autumn, the day when Shen Zhiwu was completely buried!

Shen Zhiwu didn't know where he went, but the footprints of the years were still flowing. Jun Linyuan's wedding was still going on as usual. On the morning when the sun was pouring, outside the imperial capital, there was a small cliff in the depths of the woods, and Jun Lintian was standing quietly in front of the cliff at this moment.

There are countless scratches on the cliff no more than three meters high. Even Jun Lintian himself can't count how many scratches there are on the small cliff in front of him. As for when each scratch was painted, it is even more unknown.

Countless scratches are the masterpieces of Jun Lintian in the past four years. On the three-meter-high cliff, each scratch is an vent of Jun Lintian, and the depth and strength of the scratches are often directly proportional to the degree of discharge of Jun Lintian.

From the time he accidentally found this hidden cliff, whenever Jun Lintian was mocked and ridiculed by others but could not vent it, Jun Lintian would hide here quietly, facing the cliff alone, and then rowing on the cliff again and again. In Jun Lintian's opinion, if he could, he would like to I will stay under this cliff all my life, because at least the cliff will not mock or ridicule myself.

Every scratch on the cliff is a scar on Jun Lintian's heart, but for four years, Jun Lintian has well controlled the anger in his heart. For four years, he has always been able to suppress his anger well for the insults of others. But why, why did he seem to have completely lost it last night? He removed the shackles of reason and completely released the darkest side of his heart.

At this moment, Jun Lintian still clearly remembers how horrible the demon without any reason is and how frightening the crazy breath is, but reason has been beating Jun Lintian and reminding Jun Lintian that last night, the demon who completely lost the shackles was Jun Lintian himself.

Jun Lintian reflected quietly in his heart. Since he left the place of the battle, Jun Lintian came directly to this place where he once vented his anger, pain and helplessness, but Jun Lintian, who had been thinking hard all night, still hasn't figured it out. Yesterday What is the reason why my reason for losing control in the night? Is it really because of the familiar sarcasm and ridicule?

The soft sunshine gradually became dazzling, and the last struggle of summer was also trying to burn the earth. Jun Lintian's empty pupils stared at the devastated cliff. He seemed to see his equally devastated heart, "What's wrong with me?" Jun Lintian asked in his heart, but he couldn't get any answer.

The scorching sun is even more dazzling. Perhaps this is the only few hot suns in the hot summer, because it won't be long before the autumn wind will completely dispel all this heat!

Jun Lintian gently stroked the scratches on the cliff, and then turned around indifferently and returned to Jun's house. At this moment, Jun's family is holding a wedding**!