The air suddenly solidified. Xiao Guozi and Zuo Mu, who were drowsy at first, woke up when they heard the crackling sound. They saw his prince, covering half of his face.
"You! How dare you hit me?!"
Hitomi Zhuye touched his face in disbelief, looking at this woman who dared to hit him!
No, no one has ever dared to attack the Thirteenth Prince!
Even his father and mother did not take action against him.
From childhood to adulthood, he was the famous Thirteenth Prince who was favored by thousands of people.
And this scary person in the palace actually slapped his dignified Thirteenth Master in front of the servants.
"..." Seeing Zhu Yetong's furious look, Qin Liusu woke up with a ding in his head.
Oops, I just had a cramp in my head, a convulsion in my hand, and... I missed it again!
The air froze over and over again, and she seemed to hear her own rapid heartbeat.
What to do? How to escape from this disaster?
Are you pretending to be dead now or are you pretending to be insane? Or are you simply pretending to be sleepwalking?
"Mom...Mother...Mother, please don't die, mother..." At this critical moment, a childish baby's voice suddenly sounded, the door was suddenly pushed open, a small gust of wind blew over, and a short little man walked directly
After traveling through the Thirteenth Prince Zhu Yetong, he ran in and threw himself on Qin Liusu.
The delicate pink face was pressed against her mother's chest, and a pair of young hands with ten cute dimples grabbed her mother's clothes——
"Mother...mother...wuwuwu...my mother is dead, I don't have a mother anymore...I am a poor orphan..." Qin Liusu had his eyes open, but Xiao Qiluo completely turned a blind eye and cried.
It's so pitiful and sad, as if her mother is really dead and she has become a lonely orphan.
"Mom, are you going to die with your eyes closed?..." She also raised a small hand and stroked his mother's eyelids.
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Seeing Xiao Qiluo crying so hard, Zhuye Hitomi's teeth suddenly started to hurt.
I didn't expect that such a noble girl with a small pink tear mole would have the same fierce side as her mother.
"Mom, you don't want to die, you don't want to die... Dad will be sad... Dad, if Mom dies, what should I do... Dad..."
"Jun Qiluo!!" Mr. Thirteen wanted to roar, but he couldn't roar to this little girl. What he said was also filled with helplessness.
"Thirteenth Master...wuwuwu...my mother is dead..." Xiao Qiluo got up from her mother, hugged Zhuye Hitomi's legs with both hands, pressed her face against his legs and cried bitterly, "Oh!
Oh, Thirteenth Master, my mother is dead..."
Tears flowed down, tears as clear as pearls flowed down.
It is undeniable that although her crying voice is very lackluster, her crying face looks so noble, and even one tear feels like it is worth a thousand pieces of gold.
He knew clearly that she was pretending, but people who saw her tears couldn't help but feel heartbroken, and Juno Hitomi's heart also throbbed.
After all, how noble is his father's bloodline to be able to give birth to such a little girl?
She was wearing patched clothes, and the shoes on her feet still exposed her toes, but her whole body exuded an aura of nobility that could not be ignored.
It seemed that she shouldn't live like this at all.
Zhuye Hitomi knelt down and raised his hand to awkwardly wipe away the tears on Xiao Qiluo's face. The pearl-like tears fell into his palm. He looked at them and called out, "Xiao Qiluo...