It was the height of summer, and the sun was shining all over the pavilion.

Murong Jin's face was slightly red, and the hand held by Sima Mo was a little frighteningly hot.

Just after lunch, Sima Mo brought her here.

Stepping up the stone steps and stepping into the pavilion, Sima Mo always held Murong Jin's hand tightly.

His strength was well controlled, neither hurting her nor giving her a chance to break free.

Jingle bells.

A breeze blew, Murong Jin looked up, only to find that there was a small wind chime tied to each corner of the pavilion roof, and as long as the wind blew gently, it would jingle the bell.

"Those wind chimes are all tied up by me."

Sima Mo's deep voice suddenly sounded, and Murong Jin was stunned.

"When I was young, I always liked to play here, and at that time I didn't like to study, and the Taifu would often complain to my father, so I would secretly hide here."

Murong Jin was stunned again, and when he looked up, he saw that Sima Mo's cold and distinct side face had an indescribable softness.

"I remember one time, my father led the Taifu here to prepare to arrest me, I learned the news, so before my father and the Taifu arrived, I secretly hid under the stone table, and everyone searched for a long time, but they never found me."

Murong Jin looked at the stone table, only to find that there was a splendid tablecloth on the stone table, and the tablecloth hung down under the stone table, if someone was hiding there, it was indeed difficult to find.

Listening to him quietly, at the same time, Murong Jin's mind involuntarily sketched out what he looked like when he was young. It turned out that as cold as him, he had such a stubborn youth.

"When I was young, I was very stubborn, and I always thought that this world had nothing to do with me, until one day my father suddenly fell seriously ill and the courtiers rebelled, and I realized the responsibility I shouldered as a prince."

Murong Jin's eyes fell on him again, the mountains and rivers were beautiful in the distance, and at this moment, he seemed to be a young man who came out of a splashed ink painting, with a graceful demeanor and extraordinary handsomeness.

"I remember that my father was lying on the sickbed at that time, and he only said one sentence to those traitors, and I still remember that sentence, my father actually asked those judges to spare my life, and then the world let those judges take away them, and from that moment on, I didn't know where I got the courage to suddenly swing my knife and cut at those judges..."

A trace of distress flashed in Murong Jin's dark eyes. She never knew that his past was like this. It turned out that the road of the emperor was brilliant and dazzling, but it was full of thorns, and at this moment, her hand involuntarily held him tightly with her backhand.

seemed to notice the movement of the Hao wrist held below, so he was slightly stunned, and when he came back to his senses, he found that her eyes were looking directly at him without shying away, and in an instant, the corners of his eyes and eyebrows were affectionate.

The two looked at each other without saying a word, the scorching sun was blocked out of the pavilion, and the blazing breath faded, and the breeze came slowly, bypassing the temples and falling into the tip of the heart.

Sima Mo suddenly raised his hand, and his palm touched Murong Jin's face.

The moment the warm palm touched her cheek, her face instantly turned red, and then she lowered her head to avoid Sima Mo's touch, she bit her lip, but her heart fluttered for no reason.

Because of Murong Jin's avoidance, Sima Mo was slightly stunned, and then slowly put his hand down.

"When I swung my sword at those judges, no one dared to ignore the fact that I was the crown prince, even my father, who was seriously ill at the time, felt comforted by seeing my responsibility, I still remember that my father smiled, it was the first time my father smiled at me......