"As the saying goes, rabbits bite when they are pushed. Not all novel websites are the first romance debut, search + read the book network and you will know. This king is really curious, on what basis do you think that my father will not kill you out of a moment of anger? Leaving the Qiyun Palace, Jinhuan retreated from the palace attendants as usual, and only walked slowly on the marble-paved road with Jimo Wuxin. Because these two people are out of the world, they are walking side by side like this, looking at it from a distance, it is an unexpected and harmonious picture, Rao is there are many palace eunuchs along the way, and they will not come forward at such a moment to ask for fun.

Continuing to move forward without squinting, Jimo Wuxin habitually sloppied a sloppy eye: "Because in Wuxin's eyes, the emperor of the Split Jin Kingdom is not a rabbit that can bite people." Therefore, when he is forced to be anxious at all, it doesn't matter whether he bites or not.

Glancing at her, Jinhuan turned his head, although it was still the same unsmiling face, the helplessness in his tone was obviously about to come out: "Yun Wuxin, you are indeed bold." Someone who can still be so straightforward and perfunctory in front of this king, you should be the first. Before, he thought that her tricks would only be used against his father, so there was a faint sense of joy when he heard it, but this girl was simply right for things and people, soft and hard not to eat, oil and salt not to enter, it was really difficult.

"Thank you for the compliment." With a shallow smile, the corner of Jimo Wuxin's eyes swept to the bitter color on Jin Huanjun's face, but the extremely secret corner of his heart softened unconsciously.

If it had to be said that this golden palace had also given her a moment of warmth, then in addition to the long-dead mother and Aunt Huali, it must belong to the man standing by her side at this moment. Jinhuan, her half-brother, even though she was still young at the time, she vaguely remembered that he was the only person in the huge palace who had hugged and coaxed her. Now that I think about it, back then, he was just a seven or eight-year-old little prince, without the care of his mother and concubine, without the protection of his relatives, he must have tasted the warmth and coldness of human affection in this deep palace compound. However, even so, he would still sneak into the cold palace every once in a while to visit his little sister, who was insignificant in the eyes of others, even if it was just a glance, even if it was just a touch. This affection is of great significance to each other who have a rough life. Therefore, if the situation allows, she does not reject this brother, as for what kind of Cheng dù is accepted, it depends on his current position.

Listening to her overly exposed ridicule, Jinhuan, who has always been cold-faced, only shook his head. Looking at her familiar delicate face, he involuntarily stopped, and actually whispered like a ghost: "Father is a very scheming person, and he is not as easy to deal with as you imagined. No matter how many handles you hold in your hands, it's better to be careful. "It is a good thing to have a sharp edge, but the extremes of things must be reversed, and it is easy to break just over, only the sword is hidden in the box, and the hidden edge is the way to last.

"You ......" subconsciously stopped, and for the first time, Mo Wuxin looked at the person in front of him, but he was full of surprise and surprise. Did he recognize himself? Otherwise, why would such a blunt admonition be uttered? However, it's not normal. When Jinhuan saw her for the last time, she was only three years old, and she hadn't even grown her face yet, so how could he still recognize it after so long? But if it weren't for that, his current actions ...... It's a bit weird, isn't it?

Realizing his gaffe in hindsight, Jinhuan secretly cursed to himself, but frowned with some chagrin. For some reason, just looking at her side face, he actually felt an incomparable sense of familiarity and intimacy in his heart. Therefore, in a moment's trance, the words of reminder blurted out so naturally. It wasn't until her gaze was full of surprise that he realized what he had just done. It's really abnormal!

Fortunately, Jinhuan has never been a person who likes to get to the bottom of things, since he reacted like this unconsciously, he simply followed his heart. What's more, he didn't have much of a good impression of Jinye when he was a child, and it just so happened that Yun Wuxin in front of him had a very rare appetite for him, so he coughed lightly to hide his original embarrassment, and added by the way: "You are not from the Split Gold Country, even if you are thoughtful, it is inevitable that there will be omissions." So, don't take anything too lightly. "After following Jin Ye for so many years, he knows more about that man's methods than anyone else. If you don't make a move, you will have to hit it fatally, otherwise, Jinye's revenge will let everyone who dares to think about him know what life is better than death.

Half-tilted his head and looked at him for a long time, and finally finished cleaning up the emotion on his face, Jimo Wuxin opened his mouth with some difficulty: "So you are ...... Are you actually telling me how to deal with your father? Although I was expecting him to have a different position with Jin Ye, this qiē inevitably happened too suddenly, right? It's just that she doesn't even have the time and ability to react.

It was rare to see such a rich expression on her face, which had always been bleak, and Jinhuan couldn't help but feel a deep sense of satisfaction with her unintentional actions just now. In a good mood, he raised his feet and walked forward, and he also made a rare joke: "This king didn't say anything, just to warn Miss Yun not to know the severity." "Otherwise, he really didn't say anything.

"You ......" looked at the long figure that was gradually moving away with some anger again, but Ji Mo Wuxin suddenly couldn't help but chuckle, and then trotted after him, rarely light and cheerful like a flying butterfly.

Brother, he should have felt something a little bit, right? Perhaps, this is blood, this is the real blood thicker than water......

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