C7 Was It Love at First Sight?

"Oh no!" Chu Jinghong's mind was filled with these two words!

This bastard was going to tear her clothes apart!

However, even if she realized this, it was already too late.

The guard used his inner force and tore off the undergarment covering Chu Jinghong's skirt, revealing half of her shoulder and her entire left arm.

Just as the cold wind swallowed every inch of Chu Jinghong's skin, just as the guard was about to shout out loud, just as Second Prince Yu Heng was about to turn around and look at Chu Jinghong.

Just when she was about to fall to the ground.

Chu Jinghong didn't even have time to think about the impending crisis before she felt a tightening sensation at her waist!

Soon after, a soft touch with a chilly fragrance enveloped her within.

"Who is it?!" All the imperial guards were alarmed by the sudden intrusion, once again setting out the battle array formation against the enemy, afraid that someone would attempt to assassinate the second prince.

Who is it?

Those two words were the only thing that remained in Chu Jinghong's mind.

It was a man. One... A good-looking man.

Eyebrows as black as ink, eyes as bright as stars …

Even though he said that his master was like jade, his face was frosted over, and he was not gentle in the slightest.

Although he said he was like a God, the corners of his eyes were raised, as if he was an arrogant and evil person.

Chu Jinghong racked her brains to use some words of praise to describe this good-looking man who had nothing in the sky, but found that none of the words were enough to describe him. In the end, she could only sigh in her heart, "Absolutely nothing."

At this moment, she was in the arms of this unique man, enjoying his one and only care.

He used his cloak to firmly protect her in the crook of his arm. He didn't let her skin be exposed in the slightest.

Chu Jinghong still couldn't help but recall the words of her best friend from her previous life, 'Love at first sight is nothing more than lust at first sight'.

In the past, she didn't believe it, but now she couldn't help but feel that it made sense.

She did not know this man, had never seen him before, and even now, this man had not even looked at her, only given her a cold, resolute profile, but she still felt her heart skip a beat.

Such a cliché of a hero saving a beauty, how damned ludicrous!

However, Chu Jinghong did not think that she was moved or moved. If she was not moved, then she must have been moved. A little possessiveness?

This man also … It was so beautiful!

"How much longer do you want to watch?"

Yu Loongyuan was a bit confused. He had seen a lot of lovestruck women. Fantasy to this extent was really rare. He was about to be tricked into losing his innocence, but she still had the mind to look at his face and swallow her saliva?!

Disgusting!

Chu Jinghong really didn't think too much about it. It was just an arm, how could she let others see her and let her die? In her previous life, when she was wearing a bikini and basking in the sun on the Gold Coast, could she have died a hundred times?

Right now, the only thing she could think of was this good-looking man. Ah, not only was he good-looking, his voice was also pleasant to the ears. There was a hint of quiet within his deep voice.

Chu Jinghong couldn't help but feel that he was seducing her!

"Thirteenth Uncle!?" Second Prince Yu Heng's exclamations broke the tense atmosphere.

Yu Loongyuan stretched out his slender fingers to rip the tie around his collar. Then he took off his cloak and wrapped it around Chu Jinghong's body. They were originally in the same cloak.

Now that he had suddenly left, Chu Jinghong felt a bit cold for some reason. Even though he looked so cold like frost, why was it that when he was with her, he made her feel extremely warm?

Without waiting for Chu Jinghong to retract her complicated thoughts, she felt an unknown force pushing her back. After a moment, her waist tightened and she landed in the hands of the hidden guard Feng Xing.

Feng Xing quickly pressed Chu Jinghong's acupoints, strangling all her doubts and struggles in the cradle.

Yu Loongyuan clapped his hands as if he had just met something dirty. He frowned slightly and said, "What are you doing here?"

… ….

The others didn't notice the small details, but Chu Jinghong caught them easily.

He … Disgusting.

Chu Jinghong pursed her lips. She didn't know why, but she felt a trace of discomfort in her heart.

Was it because he had appeared so perfectly and saved her life, that she was moved?

Was it because he saved her and then quickly distanced himself from her, turning her feelings into a joke?

Chu Jinghong, who was unable to move or speak, suddenly felt a bit resentful, and that trace of resentment was forcefully suppressing the discomfort in her heart.

… ….

Seeing Yu Loongyuan and hearing Second Prince Yu Heng call him 'Thirteenth Uncle', everyone present, no matter if they were the pretentious Second Prince, or the two arrogant princesses, or those guards with their eyes up high, or those commoners who did not know what was going on. They were all stunned on the spot.

Wasn't the Thirteenth Uncle that the Second Prince spoke of the Battle King Yu Loongyuan at Great Shang Court?

He was the current emperor's youngest brother, and was the pillar of support for the entire Great Shang Battlefield.

It was said that marching to war and winning or losing were common things in war, but this truth did not make sense to Yu Loongyuan.

Because ever since the battle with his twelve-year-old armor, he had never been defeated! To be able to suppress the other four nations with Great Shang, Yu Loongyuan definitely contributed greatly.

If it was said that the people of Great Shang were afraid of Emperor Zhaowoo's Nine-Five Dragon Might. Then they would respect Battle King Yu Loongyuan even more!

"Greetings, His Majesty the Battle King. A thousand years, a thousand years!"

"Greetings, His Majesty the Battle King …"

"This commoner greets His Majesty the Battle King …"

All of the people in the crowd kneeled down!

Even Second Prince, Yu Heng, bowed and greeted him.

Yu Loongyuan, who wore a black brocade robe, stood with his hands behind his back, as if he was the only one in this world. No matter whether it was envy or fear, he was not moved in the slightest.

Feng Xing handed Chu Jinghong to the other guard, Lei Dong. Then, he walked to a spot half a step behind Yu Loongyuan and said, "The king has ordered for all of you to stand down and not gather at the city gate to make a ruckus. Retreat quickly!"

"Yes, yes, yes..."

After a series of "Yes", all the onlookers quickly left. Only a few people were left at the city gate.

Second Prince Yu Heng was a little nervous as he took a few steps forward and respectfully said: "Thirteenth Uncle, you … … Why did you come back early? "

After the war subsided, Yu Loongyuan would probably return to the capital around Mid-Autumn's time. But right now, it was just after the Beggar Festival, why did Yu Loongyuan suddenly appear in the capital?

Yu Loongyuan lowered his eyes and looked at Yu Heng, and said with a tone of neither anger nor joy, "What? If I come back early, I won't be able to enter the city? "