After that time, she often climbed up the wall three or four times to play with him. He found that he was very timid and cowardly, which made her have the urge to protect her. It was also from that time that she stopped calling him
Brother, he called her by her name directly—Axun!
"Okay, it's my fault. You can punish me however you want." Axun shrugged.
A faint red cloud quietly flashed across Xue'er's face, as beautiful as a rosy glow: "I don't want to punish you! It's boring!"
"Oh!" Ah Xun laughed slyly, deliberately dragging out the last word, "So you can't bear to let me go, my good sister!"
Xueer's face suddenly flushed: "Reluctant? Why can't I, Shangguan Chuxue, be reluctant! Do you want to give it a try?" It was strange, why did she feel that her brother was a little different today than usual, but where was the difference, she said no
come out
"No, no, no," Axun waved his hands knowingly, "I was joking."
"Axun!" Xue'er called him by his name again, her voice a bit arrogant, "What happened to you that day? Why are you trying to show off your strength when you obviously don't know how to ride a horse?"
She knew that her brother couldn't ride a horse, but when she heard from her father that her brother had fallen off a horse, she couldn't believe it. She couldn't figure out why he suddenly ran off to ride a horse. She had never heard him mention the idea of learning to ride a horse.
Axun's expression was a little strange, as if he was hiding something, and suddenly he shook his head and sighed: "It's the seventh prince's order, how dare I disobey it?"
When Xueer heard this, her face was full of anger, and she clenched her two fists tightly: "Huh! It's that seventh prince again, he is the one I hate the most! He is never serious! I hate him so much!"
"He is the seventh prince..." Axun looked at his sister with two dark eyes.
"So what about the seventh prince! It's not a good thing if he gets you hurt!" Shangguan Chuxue blinked her beautiful eyes, suddenly remembered something, and asked urgently: "By the way, you are going to the palace tomorrow, right? When will you come back?"
"I will come back often." Axun simply replied, his eyes flickering a little, as if he was escaping from something, and then said: "It's very late today, you go back."
"No!" Xue'er suddenly lowered her head, and a pair of eyes hidden by eyelashes suddenly overflowed with a sad and fragile light, "Today... is my mother's death anniversary..."