Even though Jiu Rao was a cold-hearted person, she also felt a little pity for the boy named Luan Fei.

But this little pity was not enough to make her kind.

"You told me this, you wouldn't want me to save him from the sea of ​​suffering, right?" Jiurao raised her eyebrows playfully and looked at Bai Qingli with a deep look, "I'm not a good person who does good deeds casually, and he is not my people."

"He is now in the territory of Ling Kingdom and can be considered your people." Bai Qingli said lightly, "and he will become your royal husband."

Royal man?

Jiu Rao was stunned: "A royal husband who was sold into a brothel?"

Don't get me wrong. Her question does not contain any discrimination or derogatory meaning, but this incident really surprised her.

Even if not all the destined emperors of the Heavenly Destiny are destined to be the innocent young master.

Bai Qingli seemed to see what she was thinking and spoke slowly: "Don't worry, he has not been broken yet."

Jiurao's mouth twitched.

Is this the point?

"Why is he my royal husband?" Jiu Rao raised his eyebrows, "The general's son... is also burdened with a deep hatred for blood..."

After frowning and pondering for a moment, she guessed: "It's not my decree of the Pojun Star Lord in Jiufuli, is it?"

"Your Majesty is wise." Bai Qingli curled his lips, his pale face obviously dyed a little joy. "If you guessed it right, he is Pojunxing."

Jiurao: "..."

What a miserable Pojunxing.

Jiurao didn't say anything anymore, leaning on the carriage to close her eyes and rest.

When night fell, the golden jade building on the west street of Luancheng was brightly lit. The charmingly dressed Yingying Yanyan walked out of the gate, waved the handkerchiefs in her hands, raised the most charming and charming smiles, and waved to the guests passing by.

In the lobby of Jinyulou, the dancer with a slender waist like a willow was wearing a red dress and a green skirt, with her water sleeves gentle and light, dancing in the wide lobby. The rich aroma and the smell of wine were mixed together, pushing the guests' interest to the highest point.

Unlike the singing and dancing in the lobby in front, the backyard of Jinyulou is a remote and simple yard half hidden behind a row of green bamboos, and it seems to be isolated from the world. In this quiet night, it exudes a bit of gloomy and cold silence.

There is no drinking, no singing, no singing, no laughter, no noise and fragrance.

All there is is a table, a chair, and an oil lamp.

And a young man with hair loose, barefoot and locked in his hands and feet by iron chains, sat quietly at the table, holding a volume of books in his hand, and was watching the book intently.

The house is very simple and looks dilapidated.

There is a broken bed in the northeast corner, and the bedding on the bed is also worn and exudes a bad smell.

He heard the sound of inaudible footsteps outside the door with his ears. The boy rolled up the book quietly, stuffed it into his sleeve, adjusted his breathing slightly, then turned his head and stared coldly outside the door.

At that moment, the eyes clearly showed arrogance and unruly cold light, as well as a fierce wolf-like cold light.

However, even if he is fierce and rebellious, he cannot hide his stunning appearance. The cinnabar mole on his eyebrows makes him look sharp and peerless. He is no less beautiful than Ji Huangyu's appearance.

Jiurao paused slightly, surprised by the boy's amazing appearance, and instantly understood why the new emperor of Feng Kingdom had a bad idea of ​​such a boy.
Chapter completed!