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Chapter 1892

Zhao Jin'er knew that Qin Muxiu was compromising, but if she didn't agree, Qin Muxiu Ding would not let her go with her.

The two of them cleaned up and set out to the palace.

The people who were originally surveillance of them also saw it and quickly went to the palace.

Qin Muxiu held Zhao Jiner's little hand tightly, as if she was there, which could convey endless power to her. Qin Muxiu's heart was worried, although she was there, but she was also very firm.

At this moment, in the palace.

When Emperor Wen of Jin was coming, he smiled, "Since you want to come, let them come."

"yes."

The trusted guard who knew the inside story originally thought that Emperor Wen of Jin would not see Qin Muxiu, but he did not expect that Emperor Wen of Jin could summon him so easily. Since that was the case, they would quietly wait outside the hall for the dispatch.

After a while, the couple arrived.

Qin Muxiu brought Zhao Jin'er into the hall, and the two bowed to Emperor Wen of Jin. Emperor Wen of Jin naturally raised his hands and let the two of them stand flat.

The two stood up and met Emperor Wen of Jin's eyes.

The unique emperor's powerful sense of oppression was pressing against the two of them.

Zhao Jiner's chest seemed to have a fast stone, which had existed since she left the house and gradually became bigger. Now it seemed that she could squeeze her whole heart out of breath.

In the past, because Zhao Jiner did a lot of good deeds, Emperor Wen of Jin treated her very well.

But the situation is different at this moment. The huge low pressure from Emperor Wen of Jin was still very afraid even though Zhao Jiner, who had experienced so much, was no longer the country girl who had never seen the world.

Emperor Wen of Jin spoke, his voice was as strong as usual. "What's the matter with Aiqing Qin?"

Qin Muxiu bowed his hands and lowered his eyes and said, "I have heard some things and want to talk to His Majesty."

His face did not change, and he seemed to be indifferent to fear.

Emperor Wen of Jin was observing him blankly, shocked: In this situation, Qin Muxiu was able to remain calm and sound, worthy of being the son of Emperor Wu of Jin. Being so calm in front of Emperor Wen of Jin can be considered worthy of Emperor Wu of Jin.

But even so, Emperor Wen of Jin did not intend to let Qin Muxiu go.

"explain."

Qin Muxiu raised his eyes and touched Emperor Wen of Jin. It seemed that in an instant, the two of them burst into flames, but their faces seemed to be not moved at all.

"Your Highness, why are you being confined?" Qin Muxiu asked.

As soon as he finished speaking, the entire hall was like an ice cellar falling from the ice, and Zhao Jiner's whole body was trembling, and this chill was even more from the inside out.

Zhao Jiner leaned against Qin Muxiu with some concern, but she also saw Qin Muxiu's cold and hard jawline.

This time he came, he had a plan.

I just don't know if he can escape danger this time.

"Why are you being confined?" Emperor Wen of Jin narrowed his eyes and his voice was a little hoarse, "Don't you, as his teacher, know?"

"Please let Your Majesty make it clear." Qin Muxiu bent down slightly.

Emperor Wen of Jin sat on the dragon throne. He held the armrest tightly with his big hands and glared at Qin Muxiu, "Do you really don't know?"

He naturally knew.

If Emperor Wen of Jin told this, Qin Muxiu was afraid that his life would be lost, but Qin Muxiu stimulated Emperor Wen of Jin.

Why exciting?

Zhao Jiner couldn't figure it out.

"His Majesty."
Chapter completed!
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