Fire Concubine: Demon Lord, too presumptuous!

Chapter 82 Killing Quartet 4
The atmosphere on New Year’s Eve is always lively, and the atmosphere of the year permeates the entire palace. The eunuchs are busy cleaning the broken firecrackers on the road. The clear snow and the red pieces blend together, which is surprisingly beautiful.

According to the rules of the imperial capital, on the first day of the Lunar New Year, all the officials and the princes will pay their respects to the emperor, wishing that the imperial capital will be more prosperous and prosperous in the new year.

Di Jiu scoffed at this.

If the fate of a country's capital can be changed with just a few words of congratulations, what do you need the army for?

But Di Jiu has always disliked others picking on her faults, so the rules still have to be followed.

After leading a group of younger brothers and sisters to greet and congratulate Emperor Hong who was dressed in a dragon robe, he left the Dragon Emperor Palace.

In front of the gate of the Dragon Emperor Hall, many officials gathered after paying their respects, gathered in twos and threes, and chatted about anecdotes from all over the world.

Bai Chenyin stood with Di Jiu, Heng Rong and Li Yuan stood beside them, and the four of them chatted one after another.

When Xuanying held the airs of a saint, she entered the Dragon Emperor's Hall facing everyone's respectful eyes.

Bai Chenyin approached her slightly: "The First Prince thinks, do men value a woman's figure or face more than her thoughts?"

Where does my wife know about your men?

But Di Jiu was just slandering, and pretended to think about it.

Li Yuan and Heng Rong also heard their conversation, they moved closer and waited to listen.

Di Jiu pursed his lips, and said with a smile in his voice: "The face and body determine whether I want to understand his thoughts, and the thoughts determine whether I will veto his face and body, so... both are indispensable. .”

Hearing this, Bai Chenyin was stunned for a moment.

This answer can be called the pinnacle.

Li Yuan was also taken aback for a moment, and then lowered his eyes to glance at his strong and strong figure.

Di Jiu then said without concealment: "But personally, I pay more attention to figure and face, at least looking good."

Immediately, Li Yuan touched his face again, and for the first time in his life, he felt spontaneous pride in his skin.

Hang Rong watched the young demon master touching his face like a madman, and he took a step back quietly.

Please don't say we are friends.

"As long as a person lives for a lifetime, it's good to be comfortable, and grab what you like. If you care too much about other people's opinions, it will only make you more tired, and you won't be able to close your eyes until you die." Di Jiu's voice was a little cold.

Hang Rong chuckled lightly and said, "The eldest prince seems to have seen through life and death."

Di Jiu shook his head, and the coldness between his brows and eyes deepened: "It's not about life and death, it's about people's hearts."

When Di Hong summoned her to enter the hall, Di Jiu looked at them indifferently, and his voice was very soft.

"I surrender to the world, and the people of the world have fireworks in their sleeves. Then, if I turn the earth into sand, who will offer wine and sweep tea for me? No..."

A smile that was not a smile, and a faint sigh came down, and before it left an imprint in the ears of several people, it was blown away by the cold wind in the twelfth lunar month without a trace.

Li Yuan suddenly discovered that Di Jiu seemed to have a little insight into the matter of being alive, such a person is destined to be tired.

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"Father."

Emperor Jiuyi wears a purple black robe, and she has grown taller in half a year. In the eyes of outsiders, apart from being a little thin, her temperament and spirit are very good.

That unintentional glance can make you feel a sense of coercion and coercion. This kind of aura is innate, and only a born king will have the formation.

Di Hong looked at her with gentle eyes, "My son has grown up, very good."

Di Jiu said nothing, because she knew what Di Hong was going to say.

Xuanying sat on the side drinking tea quietly, with that dignified posture, those who didn't know thought she was a fairy.

(End of this chapter)