Hemingway's attitude was very low, originally his father wanted his mother and sister to go to the Xiliang Great Wall to avoid this disaster, but unfortunately his sister was not in good health and could not travel far.

After discussion, Hemingway simply came to Baijing City alone, and the biggest reason why today's son wants to get rid of his Hai family is not the high merit?

If the Hai family hands over the military power, can they keep the family safe?

Of course, it is more likely that the Son of Heaven will unload the mill and kill the donkey, but Hemingway is confident enough that the Son of Heaven will not be eager to unload the mill and kill the donkey regardless of his face, as long as there is a buffer, Hemingway can retreat to the Xiliang Great Wall with his family, and over there, protect his family.

The confidence that the Son of Heaven dares to tear his face to the Hai family instead of Xu Xu Tuzhi comes from the national teacher, as long as the national teacher is willing not to blame the past, what is the Son of Heaven? If you want to tear your face with the Hai family, you don't know who was torn by whom in the end.

This is the biggest reason why Hemingway secretly returned to Baijing City, but did not alarm anyone, but appeared in the National Teacher's Mansion with the National Teacher.

What Hemingway didn't expect was that his sister, who had been pampered since birth, usually didn't even step on the ground, because it would stain the soles of her shoes, like a fairy in the Nine Heavens, would be in such an embarrassed posture, appearing alone in the National Teacher's Mansion, kneeling on the floor without any white satin.

At that moment, Hemingway's heart was filled with resentment for his own incompetence, and for the first time, he had doubts about the matter of his father's teaching of the king and loyalty, why were they destined to be the king of the king, but could not be the king themselves?

If he was the Son of Heaven, how could his sister have a day when she knelt before others?

What if it's a national teacher? No matter how much power you have to reach the heavens, don't you still have to rely on the imperial power in the world?

Hai Mingyue felt Hemingway's emotions, hesitated for a moment, but still stretched out her hand and grabbed the fist that the other party put behind her, clenched tightly, she was afraid that her nails would go deep into the flesh.

Hemingway felt sad and angry, if it weren't for the fact that there was a national teacher standing in front of him, he was afraid that he would be able to jump up happily, my sister held my hand?

Hey, hey, hey.

Can you understand the sister control of a sister with a little fairy-like sister, obviously his sister is a fairy, obviously he has a sister, but his sister can still hug and hold high when she is a child, a little older, and no one is allowed to get close, even her mother can't get too close, let alone his brother's mood?

Coming back to his senses from the excitement of his sister shaking hands with me, Hemingway stabilized his mind, and once again contained the momentum of seeing death as home, facing the national teacher.

Wait, where are the eyes of this national teacher looking?

Does he still want to fulfill the marriage contract with my sister?

How can my sister be contaminated by a mortal like you?

However, if it's a national teacher, it seems that it's not impossible.

Hemingway crooked the building to the edge of the sky in an instant, and he didn't even notice that Hemingyue walked out from behind him, and when he finally broke the building back, what about my sister? What about the national teacher? Where did they go?

"I'm sorry."

Over there, Hemingway was still holding a question mark, and here Hai Mingyue and the old man of the national teacher walked under the osmanthus tree, smelling the fragrance of osmanthus flowers, and walked for a long time before Hai Mingyue held back a word of sorry.

Jiang Wang didn't say a word, Hai Mingyue estimated whether his voice was too small He didn't hear it, and was about to say sorry again, Jiang Wang spoke, "Sorry is the most useless word in this world." ”

"Yo yo yo, cub, you really are angry about the abandonment of the young lady back then, and I still think you are an iron tree, and it is impossible to bloom in this life."

In the sea of knowledge, the young man crossed Erlang's legs, and opened his mouth with a hanging child, to be honest, he looked tired, a man and a woman, walking and walking silently, cub, I will tell you, do you know that you will lose your little sister like this?

'Ancestor, do you know what it's like to be beaten to the point of dying, thrown in the snow like garbage? ’

Youth: ...... "Well, the young lady is really excessive. ”

"I know I've gone too far, so what are you going to do to keep the past from the past?"

Forgive somebody's past misdeeds?

Jiang Wang stopped, suddenly turned around, and Hai Mingyue, who was more than two steps behind him, was caught off guard and crashed into his arms.

This kind of bloody picture would not have happened, Jiang Wang had enough reflexes and speed to avoid Hai Mingyue's body that collided with him, but he didn't.

The body in his arms was unexpectedly soft, and there was a faint cold fragrance from the tip of his nose, like ice and snow and cold plums, which was different from the fragrance of osmanthus on the top of his head.

It's so light that I can't get close enough to sniff it, but I can't smell the fragrance at all.

But this light fragrance can make people addictive, after smelling, you can't smell other fragrances, and others feel the fragrance of the fragrance, to him, it has become tasteless air, and it can't cause the slightest ripple in his heart.

As soon as the fragrance buried in the depths of his memory reached the tip of his nose, Jiang Wang reflexively threw the person in his arms out.

As soon as his arms were empty, he began to regret it, saying that he would bury the people and things of the Hai family like what happened to him in his childhood, and never touch it again? Why can't he control himself, Hai Mingyue is just a mortal who doesn't know martial arts and has a delicate body, and if he is thrown out, even if he still has his life, he will suffer a lot of sin.

A voice whispered in his ear like a devil.

She was so high up back then, and now, it's time for you to be the one who is high.

The murmuring voice was almost wiped out by his mind and sword, and his goal was the Tao, not obsessed with the past.

Jiang Wang was about to catch someone, there was a person who was faster than him, it was Hai Mingyue's brother, the one who was the one who whipped him half to death with his subordinates when he learned that his sister might marry him, and threw him to fend for himself in the ice and snow.

Strange, why didn't I think of this gentleman before, but only remembered it now?

Hemingway caught his sister dangerously, and the anger between his eyebrows was almost substantial, but unfortunately he hadn't released a cruel word yet, and a fresh breeze suddenly hit him, rolling up the Hai Mingyue in his arms, and then the wind was like a swimming dragon that went straight to the blue sky, with a girl dressed in white, swept over the tops of the osmanthus tree, rolled up a sea of osmanthus flowers, rose straight into the blue sky, and gently carried the girl back to the ground.

Osmanthus mixed with the breeze fell head-on, as if it was raining osmanthus.

When the rain fell, Hemingway saw his sister's bright eyes, and the other party did not hide his joy and surprise at being lifted into the sky by the breeze, and his face, which had always been expressionless, showed a charming smile at the moment.