Emperor Jue: Who is the world, who is the concubine

Chapter 163 Who is real and who is fake 1
"Oh, fourth brother, you've been more and more free recently." Di Shijue was wearing a silver robe with a dragon pattern, and with his usual charming smile on his face, he was speaking to Di Shixuan, but his eyes stayed on on me.

I really didn't expect to meet God Shijie here.

At this moment, it was just dawn, and he should still be on the warm bed, with the soft jade in his arms.

Of course, I wouldn't think he was worried about me.

Di Shixuan yawned lazily, and said casually: "It's quite free. But the third brother must not want me to work hard, right?"

There was something in Di Shi's mysterious words, and Di Shijue could hear it naturally.

"Of course, it's just that the fourth brother will be with..." He paused for a moment, and then said: "With Wanwan."

He looked at me and smiled brightly, as if the indifference of these days did not exist.

"Didn't it just happen to save her while sleepwalking, I don't know if it was my bad luck or the bad luck of the man in black." Di Shixuan said meaninglessly.

"Oh, so that's how it is." Di Shijue didn't ask any more questions, but stretched out his hand to me and said, "Wanwan, don't stay in Mingyue Palace from now on, how about I personally protect you?"

Such a smile, such words, seem false and true.

I can't guess his purpose at all.

"What? Don't you want to?" There was a bit of disappointment in the slightly innocent voice.

I didn't open my mouth, but Di Shixuan said, "Third brother, you are very bad. You play hard to get a girl's heart. You broke her heart one moment, and then you care about it the next moment. This is playing hard to get." Game? Third brother, girls are meant to be loved, be careful and regret later.”

Di Shixuan really dared to say anything, he never cared who the person in front of him was, he could say whatever he wanted.

Di Shijue moved closer, and quietly asked, "Wanwan, are you really sad?"

"I'm just a court lady, there's nothing wrong with the emperor giving up on me." Looking up, I said calmly, but my voice was a little choked.

I have read countless love novels and copied the sadness of women in them.

I don't know if such an interpretation can be called perfect?
(End of this chapter)