Fire Concubine: Demon Lord, too presumptuous!

Chapter 96
Going upstairs, Di Jiu sat in the corner, and didn't sit in the box, always feeling too aggrieved inside.

But it was her unintentional glance that she found Chu Rong, and there was a man with a deep temperament sitting opposite him, but the man's back was facing her, so she couldn't see his face.

Long Rong naturally noticed her gaze, and when the four eyes looked at each other, Long Rong took a breath.

"It's the eldest prince."

Hearing this, the man turned his eyes sharply, and a pair of red eyes with golden eyes fell on Di Jiu's body.

Di Jiu felt familiar the moment he saw this person, but he couldn't remember where he had seen him.

The man had smooth black hair and profound facial features, especially those colorful eyes that were so eye-catching, they looked like they were not human, and his temperament was a bit mysterious, so he just looked at her sideways.

"Young Demon Master, do you want to go there?" Heng Rong asked with his lips.

The man withdrew his gaze lightly, but stood up, his face immediately understood, and walked towards Di Jiu with a wine glass in his hand.

Seeing the two of them approaching, Di Jiu sat there unhurriedly, staring at the two people sitting opposite her in his spare time.

"The eldest prince is back." Heng Rong spoke first.

Di Jiu nodded slightly: "Yes."

Hang Rong pursed his lips, and said: "Let me introduce, this is my... good friend, just call him Duli, this is the First Prince of the Imperial Capital."

There was a smile on the corner of Du Li's mouth, and his voice was unusually magnetic, "The eldest prince."

Di Jiu narrowed her eyes, her frightening eyes flicked over Li's face, she nodded lightly: "Du Li."

Hang Rong poured a glass of wine for the two, "Why didn't the First Prince go back to the palace first?"

"How do you know that Ben Gong didn't go back?" She lowered her eyes and stared at the wine glass.

"I just came out of the palace. By the way, I heard that you were injured? But are you better?"

As soon as the injury was mentioned, Du Li's breathing became chaotic, and his mysterious pupils fell on Di Jiu's body, scanning his whole body.

Di Jiu smiled lightly: "It's all ready, there's nothing wrong, is Li Yuan okay?"

Hengrong and Duli were stunned at the same time, and Hengrong coughed: "Li Yuan is fine, what can he do."

Di Jiu didn't answer, and raised his head to drink up the wine in the glass, with a hint of deep sadness faintly showing in his eyes.

For some reason, after returning from the border, she felt very uncomfortable in her heart. Maybe it was suppressed for too long, or maybe her heart was distorted by hatred. In short, she was very bad.

If something like her had happened to another person, she would probably have killed her long ago.

But she still has to face those who secretly want her life, not only must be gentle, but also gentle and harmless, because she has to endure hatred and hide resentment, otherwise it will be a waste of time to startle the snake.

She understands the truth. If you want to achieve great things, you must learn to endure, but this tolerance...is so difficult, who can understand?
In his thoughts, Di Jiu had no idea how much wine she drank.

Du Li watched her drink one cup after another, but her expression was as calm as usual, she never showed any anger, so she knew she was in a bad mood.

Sometimes even Rong Rong has to admire Emperor Jiu's city mansion, everyone can feel her irritability, but you can't see it from her face at all.

If such a person wants to kill you, you may not even know how to die.

Hang Rong finally really understand what is called 'smiling tiger'.

"In a bad mood?" Du Li finally spoke out.

His voice is surprisingly pleasant, different from Li Yuan's voice, Li Yuan is gentle, while Du Li is gentle with a bit of magnetism and a smile, as if this voice can float into your heart.

Di Jiu drank all the wine in the jug, her phoenix eyes glistened, "Xiaoer, serve another jug."

(End of this chapter)