How to Destroy the White Moonlight Image

After "loneliness", Su Baiyue still remembered to do business.

She pretended to be sad, and was led by Jin Zheyi to the depths of Meiyuan.

Jin Zheyi rolled his throat, looking at Jin Qingrou with an expression of hesitating to speak. There was an uncontrollable emotion in the clear eyes of his young man. He wanted to tell her that he loved her and wanted to marry her. But he couldn't, he did it wrong from the start.

Jin Zheyi secretly clenched the jade pendant around his waist, his expression tense.

The jade pendant on Jin Zheyi's body now belongs to Jin Qingrou. Since his jade pendant was snatched by Jin Rejou as a child, he has not come back.

Jin Qingrou gave him her jade pendant.

Jin Zheyi cherishes and protects it carefully, and often wears it close to the body.

The wind of early spring was wrapped in the coldness, making Su Baiyue shiver. Jin Qingrou has a squeamish body, and she has not been very good since she fell into the water that winter, and she is afraid of cold and heat. When Jin Zeyi saw this, he took off his cloak and put it on her.

The young man's cloak had the usual cold fragrance, as well as a faint scent of milk. Su Baiyue was wearing the big cloak with a cloak inside. Although she was very thin, she couldn't help but roll around in a circle.

Jin Zheyi lowered his eyes to look at Jin Qingrou who was walking beside him, his eyes slowly descending from her soft face. Seeing that she was wearing her cloak, cute and supple, she couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement in her heart.

The young man hooked his hand gently, wanting to hold Su Baiyue's hand, but Su Baiyue exclaimed in surprise.

"Oh, my handkerchief." Jin Qingrou's favorite orchid was embroidered on the plain white handkerchief. Su Baiyue let go "inadvertently" and the handkerchief flew out with the wind.

Jin Zheyi has been watching her all the time, and such poor acting skills can't escape his eyes.

"Quick, go pick it up for me." Su Baiyue, impressed by her perfect acting skills, reached out and pushed Jin Zheyi.

Jin Zeyi frowned, but still turned around with a doting face to help Su Baiyue pick up the handkerchief.

Su Baiyue followed behind Jin Zheyi step by step, looked around, and saw a man floating on the water in a pool not far away.

No sound, no life or death.

"Hey, hey, someone fell into the water over there, hurry up and save him." Su Baiyue pushed and shoved excitedly.

But Jin Zheyi was obviously cold-blooded, he didn't even move his brows.

"I'll call someone."

"Oh, it's too late, you go in person." Su Baiyue widened her eyes and pulled Jin Zheyi hard towards the direction of the pool.

If you don't hurry, this person will be cold!

Jin Zheyi obviously enjoyed being pushed forward by Su Baiyue. The girl's soft fingertips were directly attached to his wrist, and the other hand was pulling at his wide sleeve, and the faint scent of the body diffused, making people feel dazed. It made him almost unable to suppress the longing in his heart.

After all, I was still a teenager, and it was when my mind was restless.

But the precocious experience and habitual forbearance still allowed Jin Zheyu to suppress that desire. His sister is the thing he cherishes the most, the most inviolable area. It was the pure land in his heart, he dared not touch it, and he was not willing to be touched by others.

All of this was wrong from the start.

Jin Zeyi tightened his grip, then slowly released it. On the palm of the hand is a red mark from the fingernail. That was his habitual forbearance.

Jin Zheyi picked up a wooden branch from the side of the pool, pulled the man whose life and death were unknown, and pulled him back from the center of the pool.

The man didn't seem to have been soaking in the pool for long. On the contrary, he woke up as soon as he was brought ashore by Jin Zheyi. Apparently he was deliberately holding his breath before being thrown into the pool.

"Many thanks, son." The man looked in his twenties, his body was still strong, and his face was not bad, but he looked a little dull and shrinking, not like he was a big deal. Compared to the eighth prince who was so noble and noble, he was actually many grades behind.

But Su Baiyue knew that this was the fourth prince of the royal family, the emperor in the future.

The disguise now is just for the blockbuster in the future.

Jin Zheyi had no interest in this wet man who didn't catch his eye at all, he just handed the handkerchief to Jin Qingrou, and then said, "Sister, handkerchief."

Su Baiyue got angry at Jin Zheyi's uncivilized nature. Why don't you know how to take such a good opportunity, you stupid brother?

Jin Qingrou, who has always been the birth mother of a white lotus, smiled and handed the handkerchief to the fourth prince, "Young master wipe the sweat off his face."

Jin Zheyi stared at the clean white handkerchief, and before the Fourth Prince did anything, he suddenly pulled it into his arms and stuffed it, and then, under Su Baiyue's eyes, disgustedly pulled out a piece of sweat from his body. Towel, throw it to the fourth prince.

The fourth prince held the Songhua sweat towel in his hand, stunned for a moment, and then smiled: "Thank you, son." After speaking, he wiped his face and hands with the sweat towel, stood up slowly, staggered, and then He respectfully returned the sweat towel in his hand to Jin Zheyi.

"Give it to you." Jin Zheyi naturally didn't want that sweaty towel any more, and was about to leave with Su Baiyue.

Jin Qingrou followed behind the teenager, her posture was submissive, and she looked like she was submissive.

In this way, the plot is almost over, just wait for Li Muchu to come to her and ask for Jin Zheyi.

...

Half a month later, Li Muchu came to look for Jin Qingrou eagerly, even while Jin Zheyi was away.

"Rou Rou." Li Muchu usually only called Jin Qing Rou "cousin", but this time, in order to ask Jin Qing Rou to do something, she even said such a disgusting title.

Su Baiyue has always disliked this man who was between him and Jin Piaorou.

With a shy face, Jin Qingrou took the Snow Dragon Tea Ball that Li Muchu brought her.

"Cousin why are you free today? Isn't the Eighth Prince's place busy?" Every time Li Muchu came and went in a hurry, the excuse he used was that the Eighth Prince's place was busy.

In fact, how busy he can be as an underappreciated companion is not an excuse for a big pig's hoof. As soon as I left here, I immediately went to the courtyard of Jin Rejoice. She really thought that Su Baiyue was blind!

Li Muchu came here today for the Eighth Prince.

He is not a close friend of the Eighth Prince, and he can't talk to the Eighth Prince on weekdays. But there is no one who doesn't want to climb up and go to high places. Although Li Ru did not approve of Li Muchu's gang formation and standing in line too early, he was already the companion of the Eighth Prince after all.

Even if he didn't stand in line, the people outside would have long regarded him as someone of the Eighth Prince.

A few days ago, Li Muchu rarely hooked up with the eighth prince's henchman, had a few drinks with him, and chatted with him.

That cronie seemed to have eaten too much wine, and actually told him some private affairs of the Eighth Prince, saying that the Eighth Prince had repeatedly praised that Jin Zheyi of the Golden Mansion was good-looking.

The heroic young man is coveted wherever he is placed.

Su Baiyue is sure that in the imperial city where male pets are secretly popular, most of the people in the imperial city probably have this thought.

If you can humiliate this pride under your body, what ecstasy will it be?

In fact, this was not a private matter at first, and if it was said, it was just the talent of the Eighth Prince who cherished Jin Zheyi. But if it is said in such a sneaky way, there will be an extra layer of ambiguity that is unclear.

Li Muchu is not stupid, on the contrary, he knows a thing or two.

Although he hadn't thought that the Eighth Prince had such a hobby, what if he did? If he succeeded, Li Muchu would be promoted to be a close confidant of the Eighth Prince.

When the eighth prince ascends the throne in the future, there is a saying that the chicken and the dog will ascend to the sky, and his cronies will be promoted to officials and nobles, and won't it be a matter of the eighth prince?

With this thought in mind, Li Muchu sent people to investigate Jin Zheyi in a lively manner.

I don't know if I don't check it, I'm shocked when I check it. Jin Zheyi is actually not the biological son of the Jin family, but an impersonation!

This way, the matter is even simpler.

At first, Li Muchu thought of using Jin Qingrou to coerce and induce Jin Zheyi, to force him to submit, but when he saw Jin Qingrou's ignorant and weak expression, he changed his mind. Instead of letting Jin Qingrou do bad things, he decided to use this to threaten Jin Zheyi into submission.

After all, the entire imperial city knew that what Jin Zheyi cared about most was his sister. Using Jin Qingrou to threaten Jin Zheyi is the best.

Li Muchu's thoughts were written on his face, and Su Baiyue didn't know what he meant by coming today.

In fact, this Li Muchu is also pitiful, being treated as a wooden warehouse messenger.

The eighth prince was deeply thoughtful. He didn't do it himself when he fell in love with Jin Zheyi. Instead, he asked his cronies around him to ask Li Muchu, and then he revealed the background of Jin Zheyi, who had been secretly investigated, to Li Muchu.

Li Muchu really hit the mark, and began to make arrangements for the Eighth Prince.

If this happens, the Eighth Prince will benefit from everything he wants. If this doesn't work out, it's also Li Muchu's passion, and he has nothing to do with the eighth prince who is the elegant son of Shijia.

Inside the room, Jin Qingrou looked at the Golden Dragon Snowball in front of her with a look of joy, her soft, crystal clear eyes moved lightly, and a layer of warm spring sun jumped on her slender eyelashes. Li Muchu, who was about to leave in a hurry, suddenly stopped.

Although Jin Qingrou has a dull temperament, this face is really good.

Li Muchu was a little moved. He glanced at no one around, and went to hold Jin Qingrou's hand.

The woman's hand is weak and boneless, like her delicate temperament, it is held in the palm of her hand, and it is like a condensed fat that you can't put it down.

Li Muchu's hand was different from Jin Zheyi's. The man's hands are slightly rough, with warm sweat, and the phalanx is slightly convex, which is not very good-looking. But Jin Zheyi's hands were different. He had not lost his youthful youthfulness. When he was holding her, his hands were white and delicate, slender and gentle, and wrapped her tightly, with careful cherishing.

"Rourou." Li Muchu said and was about to kiss her.

Li Muchu's body was filled with the scent of fat and powder that he didn't know where it came from, causing Su Baiyue to frown. Although Li Muchu looked like a bookish and honest man on the outside, he was actually just a big pig's hoof.

Suddenly, a horse whip was thrown out of nowhere and violently slapped on the back of Li Muchu's hand. Ruthless and accurate, with anger, the wounds are deep to the bone.

"Ah!" Li Muchu screamed, released Jin Qingrou, and fell off the solid wood bench with a loud "bang".

Jin Zheyi's anger has not yet subsided, he is a whip again, and the solid wood stool that was swaying and unstable was actually smashed by him with his bare hands. The broken pieces of wood hit Li Muchu's face and body, creating many fine wounds.

Li Muchu and Jin Zheyi didn't deal with it at first, and now he was gnashing his teeth in anger, but when he remembered his plan, he still forcibly held back his breath.

Sooner or later don't fall into his hands.

The young man was wearing a scorching red robe and holding a horse whip, standing at the carved wooden door, his clear eyes bursting with raging fire.

"Cousin." Jin Qingrou exclaimed and wanted to help her, but Jin Zheyi was one step ahead of her, pulling Li Muchu up from the ground abruptly, "I will send cousin for my sister."

Said it was a delivery, but in fact, Li Muchu was dragged to the gate of the courtyard, and then thrown outside.

Jin Qingrou looked at her worriedly, but her feet seemed to have taken root and stood there without moving.

Hey, the hands that have been touched are disgusting.

Su Baiyue shook her hand, and just as she was about to clean her hands, someone grabbed her wrist.

After "sending" Li Muchu back, Jin Zheyi soaked Su Baiyue's hands in warm water, washed them ten times with soap horns, and finally stopped panting before peeling off.

God knows that when Jin Zheyi saw the scene just now, he wished he could tear up Li Muchu to feed the dog.

But this anger, Jin Zheyi naturally would not be directed at Jin Qingrou.

He turned around and buried his head, took Jin Qingrou into his arms, and said in a muffled voice, "Sister hug."

oh yo yo yo

Su Baiyue subconsciously stretched out her hand to surround the person, and then found that the boy seemed to have grown taller again, so hunched and curled up in her arms, the posture was really weird and funny. After all, she was more than a head shorter than him.

Oops, how old are you, and you still act like a spoiled brat.

Su Baiyue thinks that Jin Zheyi is so close to her, probably because her sister's relationship is serious, just like someone else's brother and father, so she doesn't take it to heart.

Jin Zheyi absorbed the fragrance from Jin Qingrou's body, and he tried to calm himself down. Her hands tightly wrapped around Jin Qingrou's slender waist and pressed the person into her arms. Jin Zheyi knew that the beast in his heart was about to be unstoppable.

"Sister." The hoarse voice of the boy carried the unique voice-changing stage of adolescence. Under the calm voice, the roaring beast was suppressed.

Su Baiyue raised her head subconsciously, but she could only see the boy's fair jaw and rolling Adam's apple.

Suddenly there was a shadow in front of him.

Su Baiyue felt something warm on her lips. She suddenly widened her eyes and looked at Jin Zeyi in front of her in shock.

The boy closed his eyes, and the little milk dog seemed to be holding Su Baiyue's face and kissing and nibbling, completely out of order.

After Su Baiyue was shocked, she was saddened by Jin Zheyi's failed technique.

"What are you doing?" Jin Qingrou pushed Jin Zheyi away, her face full of shock, and even tears appeared at the end of her eyes. Delicate and helpless, with a look of panic, it seems that he did not expect his dear brother to do such a depraved thing.

She trembled, pointed at Jin Zeyi with one hand, and supported the embroidered table behind her with the other. She could hardly even stand. Her cheeks were pale, her complexion was terrified, her originally pale cherry lips had been gnawed to reveal some pink tenderness, and she was trembling slightly at the moment, as if she was frightened.

Hiss, is this little brat a dog? It hurt her to tremble. But shouldn't now be the time to think about such a thing? Su Baiyue felt that things were out of her control again...

Jin Zeyi staggered to his feet, as if he had just realized what he had done.

He licked his lips, his clear eyes darkened.

With a "click", the beast in his heart stretched out of the cage.