The devil concubine ghost vine is in hand, she doesn't raise it if it's not a beast

Now, she can understand why all sentient beings regard her as Shen Jiao the first time they see her.

Shen Jiao and her not only have the same appearance and voice, but also have the same handwriting and painting style.

Even a three-year-old would not believe that there is no relationship between them.

Just ask: Will there be two people who look exactly the same but have nothing to do with each other in this world?
There will be none.

If there is no difference between Shen Jiao and himself, it is that this little girl is too good at duplicity.

She obviously yearns for the vast world outside, but she always tries her best to hide her true desire.

"Jiaojiao." Shen Jue called her in a low voice, but did not speak again.

Shen Jiao raised her head, no impurities could be seen in her bright eyes, she was so obediently quiet, "Brother, tell me, I'm listening."

Shen Jue is usually a person who cherishes words like gold, but in front of his younger sister whom he has loved since childhood, he has never hesitated to express his true thoughts.

"Jiaojiao, you are not troublesome. As long as you want, my brother will do everything possible to help you achieve it. With me, you just need to open your mouth. There is nothing difficult to say."

"Brother" was told what was on his mind, Shen Jiao's nose was sore, suppressing the emotion in his heart, he met the young man's eyes, and said seriously: "Thank you."

Shen Jue rubbed her head, eyes full of doting, "Silly girl, we are family."

Shen Jiao nodded fiercely and gave him a sweet smile, "Brother, where are you taking me?"

Shen Jue: "Today is the Mid-Autumn Festival, shall we go to see the lanterns?"

Shen Jiao: "Where are father and mother?"

During the Mid-Autumn Festival in previous years, the family would sit in the courtyard and drink wine facing the moon. She likes to drink the sweet-scented osmanthus wine made by her mother the most.

Shen Jue carried Shen Jiao into the carriage, put a soft pillow behind her, and sat across from her.

"The military is busy, and my parents received news from my uncle earlier that they will be back later."

For some reason, Shen Jiao was inexplicably flustered and uneasy because he didn't see his parents tonight.

"Brother, why not, let's go find our parents."

Shen Jue's tense figure shook slightly, concealing the complicated eyes, and holding her cold little hand, "Jiaojiao, don't worry, they will be fine."

"Is that so?" Seeing Shen Jue's calm face as usual, Shen Jiao couldn't help suspecting that she was thinking too much.

The carriage drove towards the city gate unimpeded all the way, without any sign of stopping.

There was a dead silence on the street, and the sound of the wheels rolling at extremely high speed was very clear.

Everything is so abnormal.

Shen Jiao's face turned pale and lost a little bit of blood.

There is no curfew on Mid-Autumn Festival Eve in Guiyue City.

My brother said to take her out of the mansion to watch the lanterns. Why hasn't she heard any noise of joy since she came out?

Although she stays at home these days, she is not a fool.

Something big is bound to happen.

Shen Jiao withdrew the hand tightly held by the young man indiscriminately, making a gesture to push open the window.

Shen Jue quickly pulled her into his arms, "Jiaojiao, it's not here yet."

At this moment, the panic in Shen Jiao's heart was infinitely magnified, and she struggled to push him away, "Brother, aren't we a family? No matter what happened, don't hide it from me."

She is calm and forbearing, calm and forbearing, Shen Jue's heart hurts as if being pricked by a needle, "Jiaojiao..."

Shen Jiao's eyes were red, "Did something happen to father and mother?"

Shen Jue wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes, "No, don't think about it, brother wants to take you somewhere."

Shen Jiao really didn't want to think of things as bad, tugged on Shen Jue's sleeve, and begged: "But I want to drink the sweet-scented osmanthus wine made by my mother, brother, I want to go home instead of going to see the lanterns."

Shen Jue sternly refused, "No."

"Why... huh?" Shen Jiao seemed to be exhausted.

There was suppressed emotion in Shen Jue's eyes, "Because, I won't be able to drink it when I go back."

"Brother..." The little girl's voice was tinged with tears, "Are you kidding me, aren't you?"

Shen Jue couldn't bear to hide it from her, "Jiaojiao, something happened to my uncle in Shangli City, and my parents are not in Guiyue City."

Shen Jiao was shocked, "What happened to uncle?"

In her childhood memories, she had seen that gentle and unparalleled elder uncle.

His name is Shen Zhi, the patriarch of the Shen family, and the elder brother of his father and mother.

(End of this chapter)