The Prime Minister’s Wife Is The Richest Woman

Wu Weian: Is that so? Even if he manages all the time?

Ji Yunxi: Yes.

Wu Weian pondered: No wonder I always feel that the crown prince has no hair on his temples. It turns out that he is overworked.

Like his eldest brother Ji Mingxi, who is obviously the same age as the crown prince, but has thick hair.

There was a stone bridge in front, Ji Yunxi climbed up the stairs, then stopped on the bridge, and looked at the streets and alleys in the distance.

The full moon hangs in the sky, and the gentle and eternal moonlight shines on the world, quietly mixing into the lights of thousands of homes in the city, illuminating the happy smiling faces of pedestrians who come and go.

Ji Yunxi suddenly said softly, Do you know what I think of?

Wu Weian stood aside, playing with the jade rabbit lantern in his hand, and chuckled, Is this the riddle you gave me?

Ji Yunxi: That's right.

Wu Weian turned to look at Ji Yunxi, his eyes were flickering with shreds of light, he reached out and gently held her cold fingers: I guess, Lushan Hunting Ground, the beginning of the snow queen.

Ji Yunxi was stunned for a moment, and her lips couldn't help but rise.

Behind them, on the shadowy shadows of the two, their fingers are connected.