The Young Emperor and the Fearless

Seven years ago, He Junzhi was still a young man who didn't know much about the world, impulsive and reckless, and was often punished by his father to stand for doing wrong things.

Once, driven by curiosity, He Junzhi took the cold food powder that his father had seized from a merchant. He didn't know it, so he took it and smoked it himself.In front of everyone, he almost took off his clothes and beat people.

Fortunately, He Zhongzheng found out in time and had someone restrain him and pour him cold water for two hours.

After He Junzhi recovered as before, He Zhongzheng scolded He Junzhi until he was dripping with blood, and drove him out of the mansion.

He Junzhi didn't understand the seriousness of the matter at that time, and if he took public property without authorization, he would be stigmatized for a lifetime.He blamed his father for not being sympathetic, and he didn't go back in a fit of anger. He walked casually along the road in the city until it was dark, and He Junzhi accidentally broke into a house.

At that time, he met a girl who was about to marry far away.

The girl was about as old as He Junzhi, and she was sewing her new clothes with her head under the oil lamp.

Her face was scorched red by the fire, she couldn't hide the joy on her face, and she was still humming a little song.The happy girl seemed to be covered with a layer of dazzling light, instantly infecting everyone who came, making He Junzhi forget his anger towards his father for a moment.

The girl didn't find him, and she turned on the lamp to sew new clothes until late at night, so he hid outside the door to watch the night.

He Junzhi never even said a word to her.

But on that night, it was as if his soul had been redeemed, and his whole body was enlightened.Although after dawn, in retrospect, I just fell into a love net that I made up.

**

Xiao Lian was dumbfounded and said, "A happy girl who is waiting to be married?"

He Junzhi said: "Later, I often thought of that time and regretted why I didn't go up and ask her for her name."

Xiaolian: "..."

What He Junzhi said was really ridiculous. At this moment, she no longer knew whether to cry or laugh.

He Junzhi said: "Miss Xiaolian, if you think it's funny, then laugh, I won't blame you."

Xiao Lian said: "Young Master He, I really can't see that you are such...so passionate and pure."

He Junzhi smiled lightly and said, "Miss Xiaolian, do you feel better?"

Xiao Lian froze for a moment, then nodded slightly.

**

That night, He Junzhi sent He Li to the courtyard.

He Li asked: "Mr. He, what you said to Miss Xiaolian in Ruyi Tower is not true, is it?"

He Li and the other three were outside the private room. Although they couldn't hear their conversation very clearly, they still got a rough idea in the blur.

"Half-truth, half-false." He Junzhi said, "I just don't want to see a girl shed tears in front of me."

He Li said, "What should the real story be like?"

He Junzhi sighed deeply, and said, "Young Master Li, come into the house quickly, it's cool and windy at night, so be careful of the wind and cold."

He Junzhi didn't change the subject, he entered the room with Heli, then lit a candle and sat down at the table.

He Li raised his eyebrows and said, "Bingzhu night talk?"

He Junzhi smiled and said, "Yes."

**

That girl is He Junzhi's childhood sweetheart, three years older than He Junzhi, as beautiful as a flower and as smart as ice and snow.

He Junzhi didn't know what he was thinking at first, until that time when he accidentally ate cold food powder, he thought of her first to vent.

When He Junzhi came up with this idea, he was also taken aback. He struggled to control his desire, and after being tossed awake by his father, he slipped into the girl's house.

When the girl heard about He Junzhi, she didn't laugh at him, but said with concern: "I washed it with cold water for two hours, be careful of the wind and cold."

As she spoke, she put her gentle hand on He Junzhi's forehead.

He Junzhi felt that her hands were cold, and his cheeks were hot, as if he really had a fever.

Regardless of age, He Junzhi wants to call her sister, but He Junzhi has always been unwilling to call her, and always calls her by her nickname, and the girl doesn't care, after all, they are already familiar with each other.

At that time, He Junzhi called her by her name softly in a slightly immature voice, and talked about the matter that he was deeply concerned about: "You...the marriage they told you, did you agree?"

The girl's face turned red, and said: "The words of the matchmaker, the orders of the parents, I don't need my consent."

He Junzhi still didn't know how to read words and expressions, and said: "Then if you don't agree, your parents will have nothing to do with you."

The girl said: "It's a big rebellion, so how can I do it!"

He Junzhi said: "You just listen to me, you must be right."

The girl shook her head and said, "Junzhi, my parents have already made a decision on this matter, and the gift money from the door-to-door has also been collected. We must never do such unreasonable things as regretting the marriage."

He Junzhi said: "But..."

He still wanted to persuade the girl, but when he saw the red wedding gown folded beside the bed from the corner of his eye, he fell silent.

The girl followed his gaze and said with a smile: "This is a robe from my husband's family. Please help me to see it. Does it look good?"

She picked up the robe, shook it, compared it to her body, turned it around, and said: "Junzhi, what do you think?"

Seeing the joy in the girl's eyes, He Junzhi suddenly understood that she was willing and even looking forward to this marriage.

He Junzhi couldn't answer for a while, as if he was stabbed by a needle, he felt a sharp pain in his heart.

The girl didn't pay attention to He Junzhi's gaffe, and asked again: "Does it look good?"

Only then did He Junzhi say quietly: "If you wear this wedding gown, you will be number one in the world, and no one can match it."

The girl smiled and said, "It's an exaggeration, but I like to hear it."

She hugged Xipao and caressed it gently, as if she was holding her unborn child.

Suddenly, she let out a "yes" and said, "The line slipped here."

He Junzhi endured the pain in his heart, and said: "A little bit, you can't see it."

But the girl insisted: "No, I have to mend with needle and thread."

At that time, it was dusk, and the light in the room dimmed.

The girl first lit the candle lamp, then took out the needle and thread, and under the candle lamp, she concentrated on mending the wedding gown.

He Junzhi felt that he shouldn't stay any longer, but he couldn't bear to leave, so he just looked at her quietly.

Because of being too close, the girl's face was scorched red by the candlelight, but she didn't notice it, focusing on the stitches in her hands, for fear of making a mistake.

He Junzhi couldn't bear it any longer, and asked, "Have you ever met that young master?"

The girl raised her head, with a gentle light in her eyes, she said: "Actually, when he came to propose marriage, I secretly took a look outside the door."

He Junzhi said: "How about that man?"

The girl couldn't help but blushed even more, and said: "Gentle and elegant, he is a handsome young man."

He Junzhi squeezed his palms tightly, and said with a bit of anger: "When I grow up a few years, I will be a handsome man, you..."

Do you want to wait for me for a few years?

In the end, He Junzhi didn't say the last sentence, he didn't want to embarrass the girl.

Moreover, the girl's choice, needless to say, is already obvious.