Cute But Brutal Wife
Chapter 443: You Say You Will Marry Me When You Are Young
Feng Ling was only stunned for a moment when she heard the High Priestess say that.
He lowered his eyes to hide the emotions within and nodded. “Teacher, I understand.”
High Priestess looked at him kindly and said, “Guardian is one of our shields and can protect us. If we use someone, we should not suspect them. If we suspect someone, we should not use them. Lan’er is your twin sister and she grew up with you. You should know his character better than the rest of us.”
“Mm.”
If he did not experience the next five months and the final attack, Feng Ling would have the same thoughts as the High Priestess.
However, it is human nature to be greedy, especially those who have turned evil.
Thinking of this, Feng Ling suddenly recalled Feng Lan's last words.
He wanted to succeed her as a High Priestess and marry the king.
“Ling’er, are you listening?”
Feng Ling returned to her senses. “Teacher, I'm listening. Don'worry. As long as Lan’er is loyal to me, I will love him forever.”
If he changed his mind, it would be another story.
There was nothing wrong with what Feng Ling said. The High Priestess said nothing more and continued to talk about when the sacrificial ceremony would be held.
“I count. The day after tomorrow is a good day. Go and discuss with the king later. The sacrificial ceremony will be held the day after.”
“Good, Master.”
Then, the two of them discussed for longer before Feng Ling walked out of the High Priestess' bedroom.
Then, he went to the palace.
When the butler saw him coming, he quickly greeted him and said respectfully, “Master, Your Majesty is studying the empire discussing the affairs of state with the ministers. I'll report your arrival soon.”
Feng Ling stopped him and asked, “How long has His Majesty and the others been there?”
“Almost four hours.”
Feng Ling nodded. “Then, I'll wait for him.”
“Good. Priestess, please follow me to Jingxin Hall to wait for the king.”
Jingxin Hall was where the king rested after he was tired of dealing with state affairs. Sometimes, he would meet the ministers alone there. Feng Ling nodded and followed him to Jingxin Hall.
The butler asked someone to deliver tea, snacks, and some books to Feng Ling before leaving.
This was not the first time Feng Ling had come to Jingxin Hall. He picked up a book and sat there to read.
In the modern era, he was used to nesting on the sofa and reading. He originally sat up straight, but as he read, he involuntarily took off his shoes and placed his feet on the wooden sofa.
When the king entered, he saw Feng Ling, who was leaning on the wooden sofa and reading the book with a satisfied expression.
He deliberately walked lightly.
Feng Ling only realized it when the king approached her. He looked at her from the book. When he saw the gaze of the king, he realized that he had lost all of his image and was going to sit properly.
However, the king sat down next to him and pressed his shoulders. “Do not move. Just lean on him.”
King added, “If you like to read, I will ask someone to put some soft cushions on the wooden sofa or make it into a cushioned sofa.”
Feng Ling looked at him awkwardly and reminded him, “This is your place to rest.”
King chuckles. “You can often come here in the future.”
“Who wants to come often?”
Feng Ling still sat up straight and said to him, “I'm here to discuss the spring ritual with you. The teacher said the day after tomorrow was a good day. I'll arrange this ritual..”.
Then, Feng Ling told him what preparations were needed and what he and the officials needed to do.
The king listened seriously. After he finished speaking, he nodded. “OK, I will send someone to prepare soon.”
After saying that, he did not move but looked at his feet.
When Feng Ling realized her motive and wanted to pull back her legs under her dress, the king's big hands had grabbed her feet.
His hands feel warm. Even through the layers of socks, Feng Ling's face flushed red as if she had been doused in hot water. He wanted to pull his foot back from his hand.
The king held her tightly and bowed to say to her, “Little Ling’er, your feet are cold.”
“I wear socks. It's not cold.”
“It's cold.”
With that, the king took off his socks.
Feng Ling's legs were smooth and soft, and very handsome. After the king took off his socks, he said, “Now it's cold.”
Feng Ling was only speechless and could only stare at him with a wooden face.
The king rubbed his thumb on his delicate and tender feet several times and said, “I washed your feet often when you were young. When you grow up, you won't even let me see it.”
Feng Ling opened her mouth and said after a while, “Men and women need to see restrictions.”
“When you were young, you said that you would marry me when you grew up. This statement does not apply to us.”
“…”
Feng Ling somehow recalled some childhood memories after hearing his words.
He was only four years old when he was brought back by the High Priestess to be groomed as his successor. After leaving her parents at a very young age, she would definitely miss home a lot.
One time, he secretly ran out, thinking that he could run home. For some reason, he ran to the palace, which was very close to the Hall of Priests.
Moreover, he happened to meet the late emperor who had died. At the age of ten, he was already a king who raised an entire empire.
He turned around and looked at the boy standing there with a tense face. Even though she was only ten years old, she had already forgotten to cry.
“Little boy, why are you hiding here and crying silently?”
The arrogant Little Feng Ling wiped her tears and said, “I didn't cry.”
Then, he remembered that he was the future High Priest, whose strength was equivalent to that of a king. He stood up and walked to the king with his short legs. He threatened her with a childish voice, “You can't tell anyone. If not.. if not...”
“If it's okay?”
The king looked at the gentle Little Feng Ling, who had a tsundere expression. Her frustration magically calmed down. He leaned over and looked at her. “Who are you?”
Little Feng Ling immediately raised her chin. “I'm a priest.”
“You are the next successor brought back by High Priestess.”
“Ya.”
“Why are you here?”
Little Feng Ling was dumbfounded by this question, but she remembered what she had threatened with her and said, “That's none of your business. In any case, you are not allowed to tell anyone that you have seen me.”
His teacher, the High Priestess, had said that as his heir, he couldn't just cry. Little Feng Ling definitely did not want her teacher to know that she was crying silently.
The king looked at the tiny and gentle little girl in front of him and carried her.
“Ah, what are you doing?”
“Your face is full of tears and snot. After you go out, everyone will know that you have cried. How about I take you to wash it?”
Little Feng Ling tilted her head and thought for a moment before nodding. “Good.”
The king brought Little Feng Ling back to his palace.
In the palace, the king washed Feng Ling's face and fed her the cake.
Little Feng Ling was touched and would run to play with the king from time to time afterward.
Once, he heard someone discuss the king in person, saying that he did not acknowledge anyone at such a young age.
The Phoenix Sky Dynasty would definitely be destroyed in his hands.
Such a cold attitude was definitely a life of curses.
After hearing this, Feng Ling ran out to argue with two ten-year-olds.
The two children had never seen Feng Ling before and did not know that she was the successor of the High Priestess. They wanted to beat Feng Ling up, but they were coincidentally spotted by the king who had come to pick her up when Little Feng Ling was about to come.
Just then, the young king went berserk for the first time in front of Little Feng Ling.
As for what had happened to those two people, Little Feng Ling did not know, but for the first time, she felt a murderous aura emanating from the king's body that was incompatible with her age.
The King hugged him and told him as they walked towards his palace, “You are the most respected successor of the High Priestess. Anyone who dares disrespect you will be killed without mercy.”
Little Feng Ling replied, not completely understanding.
When the king brought him to his palace, Feng Ling thought about what the two children said and repeated, “They said that you are a curse.”
After saying that, he touched her face like an adult and said, “Don't be afraid. I am the future High Priestess. I'll help you change your fate.”
When the king heard this, he laughed and deliberately asked her, “Do you know what a curse is?”
Little Feng Ling definitely did not know at that time, so the king said to her, “A curse is destined to be single forever.”
Then, he said, “You are the heir of the High Priestess. You can help me a lot, but you can't give me a wife.”
Little Feng Ling was furious. He held his head and looked at his eyes seriously. “Who said I couldn't? If you don't have a wife in the future, I can be your wife.”
“OK, this is a deal.”
The young king took his words seriously.
So, Feng Ling betrayed herself just like that.
Feng Ling regained her senses and looked into the king's deep eyes.
“Do you remember?”
“No.”
Feng Ling quickly replied. In the next instant, under the playful eyes of the king, he said with a flat face, “I was only four years old back then. I don't know anything.”
“Are you going back on your word? But.. I take it seriously.”
After saying that, the king put his foot under his clothes and placed it on his chest.
Feng Ling's face flushed red. “You are you...”
“Your feet are cold. I'll warm it up for you. Didn't I warm your feet like this when we were young?”
“…”
Feng Ling looked at the handsome king face and suddenly had the urge to scratch it.
As if guessing his thoughts, the king finally took his foot.
Feng Ling was about to put on her socks when the king picked her up first.
“Hai..”.
“Do not move. I'll help you wear it.”
After saying that, the king took his foot and placed it on his lap before putting on his sock.