Prince Abandoned Concubine: Broth Ji Jiu'er

Chapter 11

As if to highlight that they are a white-headed couple, the man Yunsu is clinging to is also wearing a moon-white robe, white boots with thick soles inlaid with gold silk edges, and a white jade pendant shaped like a goshawk hanging from his waist, which is different from Xiao Liangchen. , there is no trace of evil spirit in his body, but it is so cold that it is cold, and a face with sharp edges and corners is so sinister that it is handsome.

With just one glance, Ji Jiu'er can be sure that compared to six years ago, he is much more restrained and gloomy.

"boom--"

Ji Jiuer was slammed to the ground, and when she saw Xiao Liangchen hide the hands holding her just behind her back and looked at Yunsu at the door in panic, Ji Jiuer couldn't help but smile bitterly in her heart, Xiao Liangchen who was not born for Yunsu It wasn't Xiao Liangchen, she knew it earlier.

Seeing her fall, Xiao Liangchen hurried to help her up, thought for a while and then pulled her to kneel down towards the two people at the door, "See His Royal Highness, the Crown Prince, and the Empress, a thousand years old, a thousand years old."

Xiao Liangchen's unfamiliar words made Ji Jiu'er stunned for a while, and then he repeated every word stiffly, "See His Royal Highness, the Crown Prince, and the Empress, thousands of years old."

No one woke up.

The empty room was dead silent.

"I don't know what is the purpose of Lord Qiantui setting up a humble house?" Xiao Liangchen was the first to make a sound.

"Jiu'er!" As if woken up, Yun Su at the door limped over and pulled Ji Jiu'er to stand up excitedly, "Jiu'er, I am Yunsu, I am Yunsu... "

Yunsu... Staring at the beauty in front of her eyes, Ji Jiu'er was extremely strange.

"Mother." Seeing Ji Jiu'er was silent for a long time, Xiao Liangchen stood up and looked at her worriedly, while Yunsu looked at him in panic, "Liang Chen, what's wrong with Jiu'er? Doesn't she recognize me?"

Ji Jiu'er kept her eyes away in silence, she couldn't summon up the strength to speak, she was afraid that what she said would be hypocritical flattery, Yanniang, the old bustard of the brothel, once said that she didn't have the good looks of the brothel, but had the flattery of the brothel temper.

(End of this chapter)