Hua Rumo has seen Jizi's painting. In Yikun palace, she still remembers the picture of Jizi's painting snuggling into junchangxi's arms with a smile. It's a feeling that Hua Rumo wants to forget and can't forget, but her face doesn't leak a bit.

"painted concubines sister," Hua Rumo nodded, not showing how intimate, not how inaccessible, such a degree is just right, the enemy is a friend, it's natural to know in the future.

jizihua nodded to the flowers like a stranger, but she went in first, but after she turned her head, the indifference and gentleness on her face all disappeared, leaving only a hint of sinister and ferocious...