The little milk dumpling looked up at him, and answered an answer that he couldn't think of: "Because you are my brother."

Shen Xichen's eyes sank.

There is no brother or sister who has blood and blood feuds like them.

If she had not informed Lord Shen Hou in the previous life, Lord Shen Hou would not have discovered that he had contact with the Seventh Prince.

If it hadn't been for her to run into him and his biological mother, Mrs. Shen would not be furious, and would take this opportunity to drive him out of the Hou Mansion, and his biological mother would have hurt her body because of this incident.

In the end, he was killed by a glass of her poisoned wine.

Such a sea of ​​blood and deep hatred, when she was five years old, her mouth became a fluttering "You are my brother".

Shen Xichen didn't answer, but quietly drank the tea in front of him.

After the New Year's Eve banquet, Shen Xichen returned to the West Wing alone.

In winter, there is not enough sunlight, the west wing is humid, and the bedding is very cold to the touch.

He was not so squeamish, lying on the bed and sleeping in his clothes.

At this moment, suddenly there was the sound of messy footsteps outside.

"The water is coming! The east wing is coming! Go and put out the fire!"

Shen Xichen woke up in a spirited spirit, and the first thing that came to mind in his mind was the appearance of his cheap sister wearing a red dress lying on his desk and stirring ink.

Naive, with a soft-hearted innocence and squeamishness.

Shen Xichen took a deep breath, and finally sat up, put on his clothes, and hurried to the east wing along the flow of people.

The east wing was already on fire, and the expressions on the surrounding faces against the bright flames changed several times.

Madam Shen's tears fell: "My son!"

There is no such fire in Shen Xichen's impression, but he can be reborn, and it is normal that other things may not completely follow the original trajectory.

Suddenly, a person rushed out of the fire. The person was on fire, but he clung to the child in his arms and carried her out.

The child in his arms was frightened and stupefied. After escaping from the fire, he was still stunned, and was dragged into his arms by Madam Shen to look up and down.

Except for a little gray on her face, she was intact.

But the fire on the person who rescued her was dying after being extinguished.

The little milk dumpling stared blankly at the person lying on the ground unconsciously, and crawled over and touched her with his hand: "Rika..."

Only then did Shen Xichen know that Lixiang was the one who saved her.

At the beginning, she let the dog bit her, but at this critical juncture, Lixiang desperately brought her out.

Shen Xichen looked at her in a daze, and pursed his lips.

At this moment, Mrs. Shen took her into her arms again: "Don't touch Jin'er, it's very dirty. It's okay, we don't have Li Xiangniang and give Xingchun to you. Don't you like Xingchun very much? "

Shen Xichen's brows were tightly furrowed, only to find the picture of mother and daughter affectionate in front of him disgusting.

A Mrs. Shen who doesn't take people seriously, a good daughter taught by Mrs. Shen herself.

It's disgusting to be such a vicious pair of mother and daughter.

Just when he was thinking about it, the little girl who was in Madam Shen's arms recovered, big and big tears fell, struggling out of Madam Shen's arms, and climbed to Lixiang's side, crying. It's heartbreaking.

"I don't! I want Rika!"

Shen Xichen's figure had a pause.

Although children are always taught that they are to be subordinates, they are still young after all, and the goodness of the human heart has not been worn down.

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