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Although, this possibility is very small.

"If I have a chance in the future, I must learn all the good dishes that erniang is good at, and then cook them for you, so that you can also love the delicious food in the world!" Small sincerely son eye ground twinkles firm ray of light, the inspirational way of vow.

Ink brocade Xi looked at her one eye, did not express an opinion.

You can't hit her directly, can you?

"Don't you believe me?" See him ignore oneself, small sincerely son immediately not happy.

"It's nothing!" Mo Jinxi raised her eyes, looked at the little man with pouting mouth in front of her, and said: "if you want to learn how to cook, I can ask someone to find relevant books for you!"

Small sincerely son hears speech, immediately vented gas.

Where can she learn to cook like this?

She felt that she had to find her own Er Niang first.

Her own e Niang has a lot of magic power. She must have a way to make her no different from ordinary people.

This understanding flashed from the mind at the same time, small Jin son dark determination, in any case, she must find the way home.

Mo Jin Xi looked at her changing face: "what are you thinking?"

"The way home!"

“……” Mo Jinxi: "I'm sorry Do you remember where your family lived? "

Small sincerely son tangled of shook a head: "I only know, far away from here very far!"

“……” Mo Jin Chi.

Said is not said.

-

the night is as silent as a shuttle.

Wei Chi Ming, with Xiao Mo Xin, falls steadily into the house.

Xiao Mo Xin feels it carefully, but doesn't feel jin'er's breath.

"How's it going?" Wei Chi Ming asked in a low voice.

Xiao Mo Xin looked at him and shook his head.

Wei Chi Ming pursed her lower lip and took her to touch Fang Zu Yao's room.

About a quarter of an hour

They stopped outside the wing room of Fang Zuyao.

Xiao Mo Xin feels it carefully again, but still doesn't feel jin'er's breath.

"Jin'er should not be in fangfu, otherwise, I can't feel her existence!" The voice falls, Xiao Mo Xin seems to be aware of what kind, estimate a way: "you say, Jin son has possibility in the imperial palace?"

Since jin'er's soul is not in Fang Fu, and Fang Zuyao has been working in the palace recently, if jin'er has any contact with him in the palace, it's all reasonable.

"Just go and have a look!" Wei Chi Ming said in a deep voice. She put her arms around her slender waist and gently pointed her toes. She quickly drove to the outside of the house.

Xiao Mo Xin nestled in his arms cleverly: "the arrangement and control of the palace guards of Cang Yao Dynasty is certainly no worse than that of the northern Shang Dynasty. It's not easy to get into the palace."

Wei Chi Ming took a look at her and reminded her, "isn't there a soul collecting array?"

Xiao Mo Xin smell speech, immediately dry smile a: "the head temporarily short circuit!"

"I see it!"

“……” Xiao moxin.

This guy is a pain in the neck.

-

xiaojiner is lying on the bed, staring at the top of the tent, not sleepy.

I don't know why. I always feel as if something is about to happen.

After she turned over for the nth time, Mo Jinxi slowly opened her eyelids from the dim candle: "can't sleep?"

Xiaojin son looked at him and nodded truthfully.

"Homesick?"

"No!" Small Jin son blinked an eye: "be pure of can't sleep!"

Mo Jinxi sat up and said, "do you want to get up and eat some cakes?"

Xiaojin son over him, looked at two delicate cakes on the table, rare no appetite shook his head.

Mo Jinxi raised her eyebrows and felt that the sun was coming out.

She even has the time to shut out the delicious food?

"Say it! What's the matter? " Mo Jinxi asked again with twelve points of patience.

Small Jin son wrung to wring beautiful eyebrow, not very sure of scratched to scratch a head: "is have seed, seem to have what thing, will happen soon!"

"Think too much!" Mo Jinxi opened his mouth subconsciously.

Don't feel at all, in this imperial palace inner courtyard, can have what thing, can threaten her a ghost?

Small sincerely son again scratched to scratch a head: "is I sleepy over head, produced hallucination?"

"It's possible!"

Get his model Ling ambivalent reply, small Jin son a pair of big eyes, flutter fan a few breathing, directly like a corpse, lie back on the bed.

"I'm going to bed. Good night!" The voice falls at the same time, small sincerely son already took the lead to close eyelid.

Mo Jin Xi shakes her head and lies down beside her.

"Ah

Before Mo Jinxi could close his eyelids, he heard a scream coming from his side. He fixed his eyes and saw that Xiao Jiner's body, as if he were being pulled by something, was quickly pulled out of the bedroom"Jinxi, help me! Jinxi Wu Wu... " Xiao jin'er waves to Mo Jin Chi, but he can't get rid of the invisible and untouchable power behind him. He can only feel clearly that his body is away from him little by little.

Mo Jin Chi couldn't take care of her shoes and ran after her barefoot.

But when he reached out to grab her fingertips, he caught only a cloud of air.

"Jinxi Sobbing Help me Help me... " Xiao jin'er is crying, constantly waving to him, trying to let him hold her.

She doesn't want to go with this terrible force, she doesn't want to

Just a few breathing Kung Fu, small Jin son's body, has been pulled out of the bedroom.

Mo Jin Xi doesn't think much, opens the door of the hall and chases out.

The two maids who were on the vigil outside the door suddenly saw a little shadow flash by, and they were scared to death.

"Is it the 13th prince?" The servant girl on the right side is not sure to ask.

The servant girl on the left looked into the bedroom. After confirming that there was no one in the bedroom, she nodded: "yes!"

"What are you still doing? Hurry up The voice didn't fall, the maid on the right side had already stepped forward to catch up.

The servant girl on the left didn't dare to delay, so she followed up.

"Prince Thirteen! Where are you going if you don't sleep in the middle of the night? " To be closer to Mo Jin Chi, the maid on the right side gasps and asks.

Ink brocade Chi but as if didn't hear her inquiry, a pair of black eyes, tightly staring at the front, constantly toward him to wave for help of small Jin son.

He wanted to catch her and pull her out of the air, but he failed again and again.

He can't touch her, can't drag her down, can only watch her, little by little away from himself.

Xiaojin son don't know is cry tired, or found that he simply can't save himself, slowly swallow the words for help, a pair of wet eyes, across the dim night, closely staring at him.

It's like saying goodbye, and it's like not giving up.

Ink brocade Chi is biting the lip petal to death, speed up the pace again, want to make the greatest effort, hold her.

However

Until her body, through the thick gate, disappeared in sight, he did not catch up with her.

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