Jintang didn't get out of the ground in the end, and she really ate breakfast in bed.

Huailing personally brought lean meat porridge to Jintang's mouth.

Of course, I was shutting away, and there were only two of them in the room.

Jintang held a pillow, wrapped in a quilt, and her long hair was disguised, which was adorable, provided that he ignored his crazy kitten-like eyes.

"You are like this... I can't stay in the mansion in the future."

"How could it be? It is well known to everyone in the palace."

Jintang was so angry that "I don't let you get out of bed, and it's almost known to everyone in the house. When the time comes, people will say that you are just pampering, which is not good."

"What's wrong with it? Come on, take a bite first, ah~"

Jintang really couldn't do it because the hot porridge was pressed to his mouth.

He stuttered and sucked the spoon with his teeth.

Huailing said again: "My father told me that he would give me a blow to the Queen Mother in a few days and would like to bring you to Zhengjun. What's the problem with you saying that I spoil my Zhengjun?"

Jintang was stunned after hearing this.

"If you want to mention Zhengjun... I, I am not worthy, so don't do such a thing for me."

"Why are you not worthy? Are you still concerned about the infertility I mentioned?"

Jintang shook her head.

He moved to Huai Ling's arms and served the porridge bowl himself.

After a short while of silence, his other hand clenched his fists, and his knuckles turned blue and white.

Then he raised his head and looked at Huai Ling with a pair of slightly wet apricot kernel eyes.

"I...I will tell you something, and you may think I'm not that good."

Jintang rarely talked about the old things.

Huailing did not stop him, but quickly straightened his spine.

Jintang said that when he was very young, he was only about five or six years old, so he was locked in a closed room.

There is an old wooden floor inside, with many insects lying on the ground, as big as fists and as small as hair.

The rules of Pengyu Country have been to let the Gu insects choose the right host since ancient times.

And when he went in, he was bitten by an extremely small bug.

The bug chose him, causing him to feel pain all over. His fingers were stomped on the wooden board, and his fingernails were buckled off, covered in blood.

"I thought I would die, but when I opened my eyes in the morning, I was surrounded by dead corpses of insects. Later I realized that what kind of insect choice would directly determine my destiny."

He paused.

"I was selected by the most powerful and poisonous insect in Pengyu Country. It can detoxify, poison and attack anyone. Each pair of male and female insects can give birth to more than a hundred descendants of the same type of different attributes."

Jintang said, this is not over yet.

Because there is another saying.

Insects refining insects, and people refining humans.

He wants to fight among a hundred children, and the one who survives is human Gu.

"I...I survived, which means I killed a lot of people..."

One of his hands clenched the fabric on his pants.

The reason why Jintang wants to hold the bowl with one hand is that he wants to restrain himself and not be so excited.

Huai Ling pursed her lips and wanted to pretend to be nothing, saying, "It's okay."

But just opened your mouth.

Jintang said again: "I killed many people after that. My hands were covered with blood. I am not worthy of your position as Zhengjun. In fact, I have praised me as a side king. I am not the kind of good man who is waiting to be a good person!"

The more Jintang talked, the more anxious he became.

"Among the people I kill, there must be people who will not die. You are the fourth princess of Da Cang, young and promising, and young talents, I will become your stain."

"Even if I become innocent because of my amnesia, even if I treat you very well when I am innocent, people... have to be counted as a lifetime of success and a lifetime of success. If a person like me dies in the end, he will not be able to be buried with you."

Huai Ling took a deep breath and saw Jintang say so much for the first time.

She said, "I understand."

"You don't understand!"

Jintang immediately refuted.

But the next moment, there was a "bang".

The porridge bowl that Jintang was holding was shattered.

The porridge sprinkled Jintang's whole hand.

He was shocked, but he was unable to remain calm in front of Huailing in a decent manner.

My eyes suddenly turned red.

"Um!"

Huailing hurriedly wiped Jintang's hands with a veil and carefully protected them in his arms.

She stroked Jintang's hair.

"Actually, I just want to say, thank you Jintang at that time, for choosing to survive hard."

Jintang was stunned and widened his eyes.

Tears in my eyes kept rolling and overflowing quickly.

Huai Ling is sincere.

"I think every decision that Jintang made at that time might not be the most correct, but it must be the best. Living is the first priority, and living has infinite possibilities."

Huailing wiped Jintang's hands clean and cleaned up the stains on the bed.

Everything she did was so easy, very stable and relaxed.

Then he hugged Jintang again.

"You can only see me, love me and save me when you are alive."

Huailing could tell Jintang very responsibly.

Without Jintang's existence, there would be no Jin Huailing now.

Jintang pushed Huai Ling a little.

But it didn't push it away.

He whispered: "When did I save you? Do you really think I still have amnesia? When I was innocent, I just did some stupid things, and even forgot how to be martial arts."

"You saved my heart."

Huailing put his forehead on Jintang's forehead.

"You are my salvation."

Jintang closed his eyes a little, and tears came down again.

He hugged Huai Ling tightly.

"It's you who saved me. Do you really don't mind that I've killed many people?"

"All people who say they don't mind you are lying to you. I mind, because those things make you feel uncomfortable and cause you harm, so I mind."

Jintang buried her head in Huai Ling's arms.

He rubbed hard.

Finally, he said: "You will make me greedy for love for you as an instinct."

"Isn't it instinct?"

Huai Ling laughed, pressed Jintang down directly, and began to kiss Jintang's face, collarbone, and chest.

Without any lust, it is even more funny and teasing.

Jintang was itchy when he kissed her.

"Stop kissing."

Huailing did not let him go.

"Is it instinct? I love you all the time!"

Jintang curled her lips and finally held her little face.

“Yes…yes!”

His tears flowed into his sideburns.
To be continued...