Fire Concubine: Demon Lord, too presumptuous!

Chapter 38 Introducing the Wolf into the Room 19
"You have a scent on you, I smell it."

Di Jiu sniffed it vigorously, it smelled like sandalwood, but it didn't feel right, and it was a little plum fragrance.

After Emperor Jiu retracted his nose, Li Yuan raised his arm to smell it, and frowned, "Why didn't I smell it?"

Di Jiu, who was drinking the soup, raised his eyes, "It's normal if you can't smell it. This is the same as the truth that beauty is in the eye of a beholder. You can't smell it, but others can."

Li Yuan suddenly smiled evilly, his charming eyes narrowed into a slit, extremely alluring, and his voice was low and sexy: "Then according to Xiaojiu, you mean... Are you a lover?"

Di Jiu took out a handkerchief and wiped his mouth, raised his head and looked at him, and answered the irrelevant question: "Gui Geng this year?"

Li Yuan was slightly startled when asked his age inexplicably, and then he seemed to think about it, "31 years old."

"..." Did they all grow into fairies?
They were around 30 years old, and Li Yuan and Ji Xuanshu looked like they were in their early twenties, so they didn't look like [-]-year-olds.

Being stared at by Di Jiu's fiery eyes, Li Yuan felt unnatural no matter how thick-skinned he was. Just as he was holding a meatball, his hands shook, and the meatball fell into the soup bowl, splashing water droplets, and his face collapsed.

Li Yuan hurriedly wiped the soup on his body with a handkerchief, Di Jiu smiled and pointed at the top of his head, "That's also there, a drop."

After saying that, she stretched out her hand directly, grabbed a strand of hair on top of Li Yuan's head, squeezed it, and wiped off the soup.

Then she ignored Li Yuan's gloomy eyes, lowered her head and continued to eat, but Li Yuan could clearly see that Di Jiu rubbed the corner of his mouth with the finger that just wiped the soup for him.

For a moment, Li Yuan felt as if he had been electrocuted, and his whole body trembled.

Not long after lunch, the few people who went to the temple to pray for blessings came back. It wasn't too far all the way back, but it was too cold, and the frozen mouth was hard to use.

Di Jiu was lazily sitting on the rocking chair in the main hall of the palace, his posture was extremely slack, vaguely comfortable and unrestrained, he gently rocked the rocking chair, his gaze was calm.

She conveniently threw Tang Pozi in her arms to Di Qingyun.

Di Qingyun caught it in a panic, a little at a loss.

"Warm and warm."

Di Qingyun hugged Tang Pozi anxiously, and sat on a chair, Yu Bolin sat down next to him, Di Yushu and Di Yan shook the snow on their bodies and sat down too.

Li Yuan sat on the left side of Emperor Nine, looked down at the scriptures, and said nothing. For a moment, the atmosphere in the hall made people feel a little uneasy.

"I can go back in a few days. Di Qingyun will follow me to the manor at the foot of the mountain to pick up the Queen Mother in three days." Di Jiu's tone was lazy, as if he was about to fall asleep.

But no one dared to ignore her words.

Di Qingyun, who was named, was very surprised. With his identity, how could he have the honor to pick up the Queen Mother?
But he still replied politely: "Yes."

When he returned to his room, Di Yushu insisted on going to Di Yan's room, closed the door and asked, "Brother Huang, why didn't Brother Da Huang let you go too?"

Di Yan didn't say anything, his eyes were very calm, with a faint glint.

"Just ask me this, don't ask others, remember?"

Di Yu frowned, "But I just don't understand, Di Qingyun's identity...can he go?"

She didn't dare to shout about Di Qingyun's humble status anymore.

Di Yan poured a cup of tea, as if he didn't care at all: "It's not that you don't know the queen mother's personality, and it's less trouble if you don't go. Why do you care so much?"

Thinking of the empress dowager's vitriolic temperament, Di Yu pouted, but it was true.

Luckily she didn't have to go.

(End of this chapter)