Wutong Xing's eyes narrowed, "You're not curious about how I got out of the palace?" ”

She looked at him steadily, shaking her head.

Wutong was stunned, she was not curious, she was so sure that he could come out of the palace unharmed.

Sycamore smiled at her, when they first met, the girl was also calm, and he lured him to save her, she was so smart, it was not surprising to think of this.

He can easily break into the Pure Heart Palace, and of course he can easily come out of the Pure Heart Palace.

But this time, there seemed to be something different about her, and the girl stared at him for a moment, as if to see him as a flower.

Wutong looked down at his robe, before coming, he went back to the mansion, changed out of his night clothes, and re-tied his hair, there should be nothing wrong.

"Let's drink tea first, it's this year's spring tea, Junshan Silver Needle, you should love to drink it." The girl raised her hand to her, and Sycamore sat down, and she sat down too.

Junshan Silver Needle is sure to be his favorite tea, how does the girl know?

"Do you like this tea too?"

She nodded, "My brother likes it very much, I didn't like it at first, but I got used to it and gradually fell in love with the taste." ”

Wutong smiled and picked up the teacup, and with a gentle blow, the faint fragrance of tea floated out, through the misty tea mist, his eyes fell on the face of Princess Lu Fei'er, the pearl princess, her eyes were extraordinarily bright, like a bright jewel, very beautiful.

The title given by Princess Mingzhu and the Empress Dowager is not wrong at all.

"You have a brother?"

Wutong glanced at the girl deeply, Lu Wenxuan didn't seem to have a son, where did her brother come from, is it a cousin? Cousin? It's still a pro.

The girl's eyes flashed, her eyes lowered, and she fell silent again.

The sudden silence made Wutong a little at a loss, "Actually, I went to the Lu Mansion to look for you." He said.

His eyes fell on the incense burner on several cases, and then he glanced at the furnishings in the room casually, and his eyes fell on the girl again.

Every grass and tree in the house, every ornament, is as elegant and quiet as hers, making people feel peaceful and comfortable.

"I know." She replied, "I saw the "Moonlit Night Picture of Linjiang Lake", and it was really well drawn. ”

There was a slight choked in her voice, and it was because he had gone to look for her and sent her grandmother's "Moonlit Night Picture of Linjiang Lake" that she recognized him.

"Actually, I've been looking for you, but I don't know where to look for you? Later, I had to wait for you to come to me. She said.

Wutong's heart suddenly jumped, and joy gradually spread in the bottom of her heart, and she kept looking for him.

The girl's crisp voice came again, "My brother is very good at drawing, and the best thing is portraits. When I was a child, I used to ask him to draw me beautiful pictures. The girl's eyes were misty, as if she was caught in a memory, and her smile was bright, and she looked very beautiful at this time.

There was a hint of a smile on Wutong's cold face, "I also have a sister, she was also very naughty when she was a child, I always love to come out to make trouble when I paint, every time my painting is messed up by her, obviously I am angry, but I can't bear to blame her, my sister is very cute." ”

often instigated him to take her out of the palace, I don't know how many disasters big and small broke through, and he was always potted for her when the fire burned his buttocks.

Fei'er's eyes were red, and she looked at him fixedly, "I gave my brother a nickname called Pot Man, because I always get into trouble, and he is often blamed for me." He often jokes that when I wait for an adult, he won't be blamed for me, he wants to find a pot picker and sell me, a troublemaker. ”

This is clearly what he said to Jianing.

Wutong looked at the girl in front of her who was already hazy with tears, her eyes suddenly widened, and the hand holding the teacup trembled faintly.

How can it be?

She's Jianing, his sister Jianing?

Sycamore was stunned, his mind was messing around.

The girl is still saying that every time she says, he confirms that she is her sister Jianing.

"Brother."

Wutong stood up blankly, dropped the teacup by mistake, and the tea splashed on the corner of the robe, and Wutong couldn't see anything at the moment, only the girl in front of him.

"Jianing, are you Jianing?"

The girl had already stood up and threw herself into his arms, tears streaming down her face.

Wutong felt that his heart was wet, and the girl in his arms kept crying, and his heart tugged.

Wutong pressed the girl's shoulder, gently pushed her away, and looked at her teary-eyed face, "Are you really Jianing?" ”

The girl nodded vigorously, Wutong's tears fell, Jianing, she was really Jianing, his sister did not die, she was reborn like him.

Joy suppressed the slight sourness in my heart.

After being reborn, he had resented God's injustice countless times, and now he wanted to thank God for giving his sister back to him.

Wutong hugged the girl tightly and choked up, "Brother, I don't know, if my brother knew that he would have come to you a long time ago and made you suffer, Jianing." ”

Fei'er shook her head desperately in his arms, Wutong lowered her head and gently wiped the tears from the corners of the girl's eyes, "With my brother here in the future, I won't let you suffer anymore." ”

Wutong's heart was twisted, she regained this body as a lonely soul in another world, how much suffering she had suffered, how many dangers she had experienced, he had heard of his father Lu Wenxuan, who wanted to kill her in every possible way, as well as their aunt, Princess Changle.

Lu Wenxuan is dead, but the eldest princess of Changle is still alive, and he will make her life worse than death.

Thinking of the pain and pressure she had endured, and the dangers she faced again and again, he longed to tear to shreds those who had been inflicted on her.

In his previous life, he didn't protect his sister well, and he would never make the same mistake again in this life.

Wutong took Fei'er's hand and sat down again, with a strong killing intent bursting out of his eyes, "It's all because of my father and aunt, it was my father who killed my mother with his own hands, and then I broke it... ”

Sycamore's whole body trembled, and his hands clenched into fists with resentment.

"Brother, have you ever thought that maybe the one who is sitting on the emperor now is not our father, how can my father kill our mother and kill us again if my father loves us so much? She and her aunt have always been at odds with each other, how could she suddenly become intimate with her aunt, and now everything in the court is at the mercy of her aunt, my father is not so dim, he can't do such a thing, I still don't believe it. ”

"I don't believe it either, but I saw my father kill my mother." Sycamore's eyes were full of pain, and he closed his eyes, "It was he who stabbed my sword in the chest with his own hand." ”

After being reborn, he still couldn't figure out why his father did that.

Every time he thought of the scene of his dying in his previous life, he felt hopeless, and he didn't want to believe that his father would stab the tip of his cold sword into his chest, but it was the case, so he couldn't believe it.