"Zi Xi?" Qin Shang, who came over early, looked at Zi Xi and Chu Chen standing in front of the door, and looked at them in surprise, "Is there anything wrong? Why don't you go in?"

Zixi came back to his senses and smiled faintly: "I'm worried that I will disturb the Lord of the Emperor."

"It's okay, come in." Qin Shang smiled faintly and stepped into the threshold with a tray. "Jiuwei has a high comprehension and there is no need to explain too much. The master just mentioned him a little, for fear of being negligent when practicing martial arts..."

Speaking of this, Qin Shang smiled embarrassedly, "Just like I used to practice the Seven-Star Sword, I almost got into a devil. You should not be careless about practicing martial arts."

Fortunately, the master was watching from the side at that time, so he was spared from the danger of falling into the danger of being possessed.

But Jiuyou Xuan Mirror needs to be in seclusion and practiced, and no one is watching. All he can rely on is Jiuwei's own character. If you are really careless, the consequences will be unimaginable.

Therefore, even if Emperor Xiu believed in Jiuwei's concentration and mind, due to the stupid mistakes Qin Shang made before, he couldn't help but mention them just in case.

Zixi nodded and said lightly: "I'm here, I want to ask the Lord of the Emperor for advice."

"What's the matter?" Emperor Xiu's tone was faint, and he stood up slowly and walked over to the window. He was dressed in white, clean and precious.

Zixi was silent for a moment, "Does the Lord of the Imperial Pavilion know what the prophet means?"

prophet?

Qin Shang frowned, subconsciously glanced at Emperor Xiu, and then turned to look at Zixi.

What is a prophet?

Emperor Xiu sat down at the table with his clothes and picked up the tea that Qin Shang poured for him, and sipped silently: "Those who know the destiny can predict certain specific things in advance."

Zi Xi Weimo, "Have special abilities?"

Emperor Xiu nodded: "It's probably that."

"Is the Lord of the Emperor a prophet?" Zixi raised his eyes, "Can the Lord of the Emperor a calculate that Jiu Rao is the destiny of the Emperor, and can he know that she will have nine emperor husbands. Is this a prophet?"

Emperor Xiu said indifferently: "It doesn't count."

After he finished speaking, he turned his head slightly and looked at Jiuwei who was still standing in front of the brocade bed. Just as he was about to speak, Qin Shang was almost stepping: "Jiuwei, come here for dinner."

Jiuwei took his eyes back from several tables, turned his head and responded, and soon walked over and sat down at the table.

"Zixi, Chu Chen, have you eaten breakfast?" Qin Shang raised his eyes and said, "Sit down and eat together?"

Zixi shook her head: "No, you can eat it."

She frowned slightly, pondered for a moment, and couldn't help but ask Emperor Xiu again: "Are there many prophets in the world?"

Actually, this sentence is nonsense.

Even though she is not as good as the emperor's knowledge of astronomy and geography, she has never been the king of a country. She has never heard of any prophet in this world, so how could there be a saying of "how much is it?"

Even her father didn't know at first...

"It's everywhere, you can go and search for it." Emperor Xiu's tone was calm.

All over the place?

Zixi was slightly stunned, then the corner of her mouth twitched, and she realized that the other party's words were sarcastic and she was speechless for a moment.

After standing quietly for a while, Zixi did not stay any longer and nodded and said goodbye.

Seeing this, Chu Chen couldn't help but glared at Di Xiu. Thinking that Jiuwei is now someone's son, he could only secretly feel depressed.

"Zi Xi." Walking outside, he spoke worriedly, "What's wrong with you in your heart? Can you tell me?"

Zixi stopped, turned to look at him, and slowly shook his head: "It's okay, I'm just a little sad."

After not seeing their father and mother for more than ten years, I finally learned that their news was death...
Chapter completed!