Fire Concubine: Demon Lord, too presumptuous!

Chapter 212 Fighting for the Deer 2
The sudden scene stunned everyone in the room.

Only Leji seemed to have expected it. He silently moved away a door that fell down, and installed another door that had been prepared in advance. After confirming that it could be used normally, he silently closed the door and stood guard. Outside.

In fact, Le Ji can do this because Di Jiu told him a few days ago.

Uncle Guan's thinking is not normal, he might be able to come over at any time, she still clearly remembers, when meeting Uncle Guan for the first time, his chic action of kicking the door.

Di Qingyun blinked awkwardly: "This..."

"Uncle Guan." Di Jiu smiled and nodded.

Uncle Guan's eyes moved over quietly, seeing that she was still sitting in a wheelchair, he raised his eyebrows in surprise, then looked away, without saying a word.

Seeing Uncle Guan's reaction, Di Jiu closed his eyes and smiled lightly.

Either a smart person is a smart person, and one look can understand the meaning.

"Hello, Uncle Guan." Di Qingyun and Yu Bolin got up and greeted the baby-faced Uncle Guan.

Although he wondered who Uncle Guan was, Di Qingyun was very smart and didn't ask. Brother Da Huang had a lot of secrets, and sometimes, the less he knew, the longer he could live.

Uncle Guan sat down beside Di Jiu frankly, and cast his cold gaze at Li Chen: "Why are you still standing there, who will give you the money? Hurry up!"

After being yelled at like this, Li Chen immediately came back to his senses, and hurriedly walked out.

As a result, the Jiujuan mansion was filled with people.

The end of the year is approaching, another war is coming, and the reserve will be closed in two days. The whole imperial capital is very busy.

But the protagonist in several incidents is surprisingly chic.

Di Jiu was sitting in the snow in the courtyard in the middle of the night, the snow wolf was lying beside her lap, snowflakes sprinkled on them, they were isolated from the world.

"Put it on."

Li Yuan came over with a cloak, put it on Di Jiu and Xue Lang, and then sat cross-legged on the ground.

The woman raised her eyebrows: "Aren't you cold?"

Li Yuan smiled slightly: "The blood is very hot."

Snowflakes were falling scattered, and the moonlight was cold and hazy, illuminating the two and one wolf in the yard.

After a while, he asked: "It's about to be stored, how do you feel?"

Di Jiu stared at the bright moon in the sky, his long and narrow eyes twinkled slightly, and sneered: "In my previous life, I might have been very happy, but now, I think it should be. It's normal not to be excited or sad."

In fact, even if Di Jiu does not seal the crown prince, the people already think in their hearts that she is the future crown prince.

His Royal Highness the crown prince of the entire human empire, the future ruler of the world!
What kind of honor and status, but in Di Jiu's eyes, it was very ironic.

The two didn't talk for a long time, and they entered the room doing the most primitive exercise shamelessly.

Xuelang lay mournfully at the door, opening and closing his big mouth and saying, "It's really not suitable for young wolves."

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The day of storage.

The whole country in the imperial capital was extremely lively, even more lively and joyous than when Emperor Yan was going to be sealed off.

Early in the morning, Emperor Jiu took the prince's costume embroidered with dragon patterns out of the space and put it on with his own hands.

In the bronze mirror, that person's pretty face was expressionless, his long and narrow eyes were slightly narrowed, and there was a bit of indifference and deep coldness at the bottom of his eyes, his lips were pink, and his long gray hair was coiled up high by her. Wearing a golden crown, the temperament is noble.

Standing against the wind, it is elegant, majestic and domineering!
Everyone just looked at the person sitting there with a wanton posture and a slight smile on his face, but there seemed to be countless hostility hidden in those eyes.

With Li Yuan taking the lead, everyone knelt down and greeted the person on the steps.

"Minister, please refer to His Royal Highness, His Royal Highness is thousands of years old!"

(End of this chapter)