Mistakenly provoked a black-bellied junior brother

Chapter 522 I don't like you
"But aren't you a foster son? Aren't you unfavored? Aren't you often not in the palace? Why did you tell the emperor that he promised to marry me to you?" Hua Weiluo opened her eyes moist. Looking at the little junior with his eyes, a series of why came out of his mouth.

"I am indeed a foster son..." The voice of the younger brother paused, and then continued: "But a foster son has to have a ranking, I am ranked eleventh, besides... when did I tell you that I am not Being favored... If I am not favored, why does the emperor still recognize me as a foster son??"

"Uh... what you said seems to make sense..." Hua Weiluo couldn't help stretching out her hand and scratching her head, but she still felt that this matter was like a mess, and she couldn't figure it out no matter what, " What do you mean to say, in fact, you are... the most favored one among the princes of Ziyun Kingdom??"

The younger brother's face changed, and after a moment of silence, he finally raised his head and said calmly: "You can understand it this way for now."

"Oh..." Hua Weiluo nodded, and when she was about to continue asking something, two people suddenly came to their table.

"Eleventh Brother, yes, when did I secretly beg Father to marry you while I didn't know?" A gentle voice sounded above them, Hua Weiluo looked up and found Mr. Yun He and Haitang, each holding a glass of wine, stood quietly in front of their table.

The little junior raised his eyes slightly, glanced at Mr. Yun who was full of interest, stood up slowly, and said to him with a smile on his face, "Thank you for reminding me earlier."

"..." Mr. Yun's expression suddenly looked like he had eaten a fly.

It was Haitang who looked at him with a disdainful expression and said, "Don't be complacent, my family Huahua is a famous person, don't think that if the emperor bestows a marriage, she is yours, let me tell you, the one my family Huahua likes Smelly Taoist priest, although his personality is not very good, he is much more handsome than you!!"

After hearing Haitang's words, Hua Weiluo's hair was covered with black lines, and she couldn't help twitching the corners of her mouth. She turned to look at her junior brother, but found that he still had a calm smile on his face.

"Thank you Seventh Sister-in-Law for reminding me." The little junior brother said to her in a calm voice, "I think if that stinky Taoist priest heard what you said, he would be very happy."

"That's natural." Haitang gave him a blank look, and continued: "Although I don't like that stinky Taoist priest, my Huahua likes it, and I can't do anything about it. As for you, not only I don't like it, but even My Huahua doesn't like you either!!"

"That..." Hua Weiluo spoke weakly, wanting to remind Haitang that the eleventh prince in front of her is actually Junior Brother Zhishan, but before she could speak, she heard Mr. Yun say to Haitang: "Okay, Haitang, please don't say a few words."

"Master!!" Haitang turned her head away, gave Young Master Yun a coquettish look, then puffed her cheeks angrily, and stopped talking.

"Anyway, congratulations." Mr. Yun raised the wine glass in his hand, gestured to the two of them, then raised his head and drank it all in one gulp.

Haitang glanced at them unwillingly, but in the end, out of face, she drank the wine in her hand in one gulp.

It's just that from the beginning to the end, she didn't show a good face to Zhi Shan.

After the two of them left, the tenth prince came to them again holding a wine glass.

(End of this chapter)