There's a Dragon Girl in the Desolate Sea

Chapter 37



Chapter 37

The fourth dragon scale (6)

At the sight of Liang Zhao's expression, Linglong knew that he certainly didn't believe it. Being reasonable, she didn't believe this nonsense, so Linglong was ready to prove herself with her strength“ Do you want to see your son-in-law? "

Liang Zhao nodded.

"That's easy."

Linglong's so-called simplicity is to take Liang Zhao out, and then lift him up to fly on the eaves and walls - Liang Zhao was stunned. The long princess's house was as solid as gold soup. He was still planning how to go in to see his son-in-law. As a result, under Linglong's leadership, it was like entering a no one's land. The bodyguards patrolling back and forth didn't find it at all.

Liang Zhao, the eldest princess's son-in-law, had already found out. The world knows that the eldest princess's son-in-law has the posture of heaven and man. He is full of beautiful things. He was praised by the former Emperor. Unfortunately, he is not in good health. He has lived in seclusion for many years, and few people have seen him.

Of course, the son-in-law will not take into account any royal face in front of outsiders. The eldest princess wants to show off him. All she gets is his contempt and disgust. How can she support the scene. He agreed to stay in the princess's house to be her son-in-law, which was based on the safety of his wife and children, otherwise he would not suffer such humiliation even if he died.

Twenty years... He has been in this place for more than twenty years, and he is old.

I don't know how my brother and sister are looking. Is she married? How are you, man? And his wife. He thought of them day and night, but could not get any news. Only the eldest princess would give him the same old things of his wife and children every year to prove that they were really well.

Late at night, the light in the study of the son-in-law hasn't turned off. He didn't sleep well. Over the years, he looked as handsome as he was in those years, but there were more wrinkles at the corners of his eyes, which made him more handsome and outstanding. There was no reason why the eldest princess was so obsessed with him.

The son-in-law put down his pen and was ready to have a rest. As soon as he turned around, he saw two strangers standing in front of him. He was surprised, but he was not afraid - he was not even afraid of death. What else could he be afraid of? It would be a blessing to die like this.

Liang Zhaozhen didn't expect to come in. When he saw his son-in-law turn around, he couldn't speak.

The father in my memory is many years ago, but I am no longer a child who plays tricks, but a person who bears a deep blood feud.

"Who are you? It's dangerous to break into the princess's house in the middle of the night. " The son-in-law whispered, "go quickly and don't let anyone find out."

He crossed the two men and exposed his back in front of them. He didn't care. If it was the person who wanted to kill him, this posture was just right.

Liang Zhao's lips shook. Linglong stood on tiptoe and kissed his thin lips. "I'll go out and watch so that no one will come near. You two talk well, don't quarrel and be calm, you know?"

When Linglong went out, Liang Zhao flopped and knelt on the ground: "father!"

The emperor's son-in-law was carrying a teacup when he heard Liang Zhao's father's voice. His teacup clattered and fell to the ground. Because it was covered with carpet, the teacup was intact, but the tea in it spilled all over the floor and quickly soaked the carpet. The son-in-law's voice trembled. He couldn't believe what he heard. He had only two children in the world. The only thing he could call his father was... "Who are you?"

"I'm Chengjian, father. I'm Chengjian." Liang Zhao banged his head heavily, clenched his hands into fists, and shed tears.

Chengjian... Chengjian!

The son-in-law rushed over like crazy, knelt down to help Liang Zhao, looked at his face from left to right, and kept crying“ Cheng Jian, my son... How did you grow like this! How's your mother and your sister? How are you these years? Have you been bullied? Did you eat well and dress well? Did your sister promise? Your mother, your mother, how is she? "

Liang Zhao listened to his blood crying. He couldn't say a word. He closed his eyes and grabbed his father's hands. "We're all dead, father, we're all dead!"

If the son-in-law is struck by lightning, he can't speak.

Linglong sat on the roof and looked into the distance. She sighed in her heart that the princess's house was magnificent. It was really impossible for Liang's house to compare. Later, she also wanted to live in. She felt majestic and comfortable, and there were many people waiting on her. But is there too much noise in the room? If she hadn't been found here, the two would have cried with their heads in their arms. Could you keep your cry down and make a noise to death.

But... For their sake, she'll just tolerate it. Linglong is so bored that she lifts the tiles to play with her son-in-law. The eldest princess is so devoted to her son-in-law that she sends the dark guards left by the former Emperor to guard her - ah bah, protecting the son-in-law is enough to show her deep attachment to the son-in-law. Unfortunately, she has cheated the son-in-law for so many years. The man who knows the truth will never let her go. In addition, Liang Zhao, the father and son work together, There is no way for the eldest princess to live.

She didn't give her son-in-law's wife and children a way to live. To put it bluntly, it was a cycle of natural justice.

After Liang Zhao sent a signal that he had finished talking, Linglong jumped off the roof and went into the house. The eyes of his son-in-law and Liang Zhao were red and swollen. They looked like they had cried. At this moment, there was a cold light in their eyes. Although they had different looks and were handsome, they only looked at their eyes, which made people feel that they were definitely father and son.


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