Jiu Rao looked at him quietly.

Is it really Ji Huangyu?

Jiurao is nine years old this year, and this is the second person she has seen in nine years to dress so unrestrainedly and outspoken.

Jiurao didn't know whether Uncle Qin Shang was like this when he was a teenager.

But in her impression, Qin Shang was a gentle and handsome nobleman. Although she had its own light, she was willing to keep her dazzling luster from being alone and become as warm and peaceful as the rising sun.

The boy in front of him wore the red clothes and showed a charming and charming beauty like Manshu Shahua.

A red dress was charming and stunning, with three thousand black hair spreading down, flowing out endless charm.

The two have completely different temperaments.

The boy in front of me only reminds people of the fairy.

At this time, he was leaning on the recliner so comfortably, sitting with beautiful scenery around him, and there were all kinds of fruits and vegetables in front of him, so how could he look like he was trapped and unable to be free?

Jiurao's tone was faint: "Are you ready to die in five days' stolen?"

When the boy heard this, his smile became more and more obvious, and his peach blossom eyes were crescent.

Jiu Rao was dazzled by his smile and couldn't help but curse: "Scary."

"Stolen..." the young man sighed lightly, "The person in this world who dares to stolen me... I'm afraid he's not born yet."

Jiurao narrowed her eyes and heard unusual messages from it.

"All this is just a plan." Ji Huangyu looked at Jiu Rao with a smile, "The plan to prompt His Majesty to meet with me is also a reason for me to eradicate the Wu family."

Jiu Rao Weimo then raised his eyebrows: "Do you know my identity?"

"Of course." Ji Huangyu sat up, reached out and took a tea cup from several tables, and poured himself a cup of tea. "As the next high priest in southern border, if I don't even know your identity, what else can I be a priest? I might as well be burned to death by burning to avoid being embarrassed by the gods."

When Jiurao heard this, her heart moved slightly and looked at him thoughtfully: "So you can notice that we are coming early just now, because we have arrived early, or because of the so-called divine power?"

"Well, it can be said that there are both." Ji Huangyu sipped the tea and looked up at Jiu Rao. "But to be honest, I was very curious about the so-called emperor of destiny at first, and wanted to see what kind of woman he was... but I didn't expect that, well, he was actually an eight or nine-year-old girl."

"So you were disappointed?"

Ji Huangyu nodded: "I'm indeed a little disappointed."

"Very good." Jiu Rao curled her lips, just like her thoughts. "I also think that prophecies like those destiny emperor daughters and destiny emperor husbands cannot be true. Since that's the case, just pretend that I have never been there, and that prophecy has never existed. In the future, you will be your high priest and I will be my little girl, and each one has nothing to do with it. What do you think?"

Ji Huangyu sipped the tea and looked at her with great interest: "Don't you think I'm very good-looking? Do you have no idea when you see a beauty like me?"

Jiurao's tone was faint: "It's good-looking and can be eaten as a food? What do you think I should have about you?"

"Of course I will be taken into the harem." Ji Huangyu said, his tone of laziness, "But I am a domineering person, and I am very cautious and selfish. If you take me into the harem, you will only be favored by me in the future and do not like other people. I don't accept the so-called equal treatment and rain and dew."
Chapter completed!