When Zhao Yu left, he had a smile on his face, and it could be seen that he was very satisfied.

Sending away a god of decay, Zhou Jin was happy and quiet, just thinking back to the so-called strategy he said: Is it a little vicious?

"Sister Jinhuan. ”

It's already past the second watch, and it's late.

"Why doesn't Xiao Acheng sleep?"

Ah Cheng pursed his lips, walked to her side in silence, bent down slightly and looked at Zhou Jinhuan who was sitting, his eyes were full of hatred, and his voice did not hesitate at all, as if he had said something very ordinary.

"Sister Jinhuan, Ah Cheng killed him, okay?"

Zhou Jinhuan sighed and gently hugged Ah Cheng into his arms, so distressed that he didn't know what to say.

"Sister Jinhuan, Ah Cheng killed him, okay?"

Ah Cheng stubbornly repeated, Zhou Jinhuan suppressed the softness in his heart and held his face: "Little Ah Cheng, you are still young, promise your sister, don't think about anything now, huh?"

Ah Cheng didn't speak, just blushed the corners of his eyes, lowered his head, and said softly: "Sister Jinhuan, Ah Cheng went to rest first." ”

Looking at Ah Cheng's back, Zhou Jinhuan's originally brisk heart suddenly became heavy: he was just a child less than ten years old, but he had an ageless hatred, and what was even more sad was that she couldn't help him relieve it.

What to do?

Realizing Ah Cheng's psychology, Zhou Jinhuan focused most of his attention on this child.

Wei Zifeng is a civil official, and it is a must to point out the country in writing, and he is a weak scholar, but Ah Cheng is not.

He has the literati temperament of Wei Zifeng, a small person, dressed in white, with beautiful eyebrows and eyes, and a good-looking Xiaokai; he also has the strength of a military general, every move and style is sharp, even Su Wan has praised his talent in martial arts, and even a few times Zhou Jinhuan saw Su Wan, a fifteen or sixteen big girl, speechless when he asked him.

Such a child, with a cheesy description, is a person like Zhilan Yushu, and when he grows up, he doesn't know how many ignorant girls he will charm.

Zhou Jinhuan is absolutely reluctant to let him fall into the whirlpool of hatred, just leave those ugly things to herself, anyway, she has no hope, and life is just a breath.

She tried many times to change his hateful thoughts, and said a basket of good things, but Ah Cheng never responded, did not agree or object, and her words became the wind in his ears.

Gradually, Zhou Jinhuan stopped doing useless work, and let him go, she didn't believe that a child's hatred could last long.

"Girl, are you still going to the Rain Pavilion today?"

The Qingyu Pavilion is located in the northernmost part of the Imperial Palace, only 100 meters away from the North Palace Gate, but fortunately, the North Palace Gate is not the main gate, and few people care about it, and the pavilion is surrounded by dense evergreen trees, which are almost impossible to find.

Zhao Yu is probably busy dealing with the "foreigners" mentioned that day recently, and rarely appears in the Egret Pavilion, Zhou Jinhuan naturally relaxed, in addition to watching Ah Cheng practice, he likes to come to this pavilion to sit and listen to the sound of evergreen snow.

"Go sit down. ”

Su Wan casually took a brocade fur cloak and smiled all the way.

When there was no one around, Zhou Jinhuan gently pushed her: "Go all the way, laugh all the way, Wan'er, you are not possessed by some unclean thing, right?"

"Some time ago, girl, you went out to pick plum blossoms every day, and now the plum blossom cake in the room can be eaten until next year;