Chapter 1182: My gentle tyrant (60)_1
Father Qin and mother Qin hurriedly walked out of the door and saw this scene as soon as they stepped out.
In front of a luxurious and exquisite carriage stood a black-robed figure. Just his back alone was enough to be peerless in his generation. That person reached out to the person in the carriage and bent down slightly, looking like he was going to help the person out.
Just by looking at his movements, one could see that this person was very careful.
Mother Qin pinched father Qin’s arm without a trace and said with uncertainty.
“This is Her Majesty?”
Father Qin’s eyes widened. He turned his head and nodded at mother Qin seriously.
“..”
He had seen a ghost.
Sure enough.
They watched as their precious daughter came out of the carriage and was firmly held in the arms of the man standing outside the carriage. They didn’t know what he said, but she even made her Pat him hard.
Father Qin was so scared that his little heart trembled.
How could Chu Chu be like this … Impudent?
His Majesty was still so forgiving?
From afar, she could already see father and mother Qin waiting for her. A smile appeared on Fu min’s face as she jogged over.
Of course, there was a large one following behind him.
“Father, mother.”
Fu Shang’s eyes curved into crescents as he stood in front of the door and greeted Mr. And Mrs. Qin.
Upon seeing her daughter whom she had not seen for a long time, mother Qin could not help but shed tears. Even father Qin’s eyes turned red. Although they missed their daughter, they still had to follow the rules of etiquette. They knelt down and saluted Ji Rong.
“Your humble servant greets Your Majesty. Long live Your Majesty.”
Ji Rong’s eyelids twitched. He glanced at Fu min to make sure that his dear wife was not angry. Then, he raised his hand to his lips and coughed.
“No need to be so polite, get up.”
Of course, Fu min wouldn’t get angry over this.
This was in ancient times, where there was a difference between the ruler and the official. For people like Father Qin, feudal etiquette was deeply rooted in his ideology. When he saw the Emperor, he would definitely bow respectfully.
After Qin Qing’s father stood up, he discreetly sized up Ji Rong.
He couldn’t help but be puzzled.
Why was his Majesty so different from the legends?
It wasn’t just father Qin, mother Qin also had this question.
..
After the time for one incense stick to burn.
Father Qin, mother Qin, Fu Tian, and Ji Rong sat in the main hall of the Qin residence. No one spoke for a while.
The atmosphere was a little awkward.
Mr. And Mrs. Qin were nervous. How could they not be afraid when facing this legendary tyrannical King?
As for Ji Rong, he was also a little embarra.s.sed.
After all, he was facing his in-laws, and Ji Rong knew what he was like outside. This made him feel a little helpless.
The first impression would definitely not be good.
“Father, mother, this is Ji Rong, my husband. You should know her, right?” Fu min asked.
Mr. Qin, who had finally overcome his nervousness and was drinking a cup of tea, spat it out.
Ji Rong? Husband?
Wasn’t his daughter a little too bold?
Realizing that his words were shocking, Fu Shang pinched his eyebrows and poked Ji Rong’s elbow.
The king instantly realized that it was his turn to speak.
He straightened his face.
She didn’t know what to say for a moment.
Seeing father Qin coughing non-stop, Ji Rong stood up. Under everyone’s disbelieving eyes, she poured a cup of tea and handed it to father Qin with a respectful att.i.tude.
His thin lips parted slightly,”father-in-law, please have some tea. Don’t be agitated.” Please don’t take offense at this son-in-law’s sudden visit.”
Father Qin was speechless.
“Your Majesty, you’re flattering me,” father Qin said with great difficulty.
He almost fainted.
It was true.