The tyrant family read my heart and doted on me.

Both of them wanted to take the opportunity to talk to Jiujiu.

After Jiujiu came in, she saw that their faces were not good, so she asked thoughtfully: "Father, mother, are you not feeling well today? Why do you look so bad? Jiujiu looks distressed."

"No." Emperor Zhaoning waved to Jiujiu and said, "Jiujiu, come to me quickly?"

Jiujiu walked to Emperor Zhaoning in a hurry.

Emperor Zhaoning looked at Jiujiu and said a little aggrievedly: "Jiujiu, tell your father, do you have any opinions on your father and mother and concubine recently?"

Jiujiu looked confused.

"Why did my father say this?"

"Jiujiu doesn't quite understand."

Emperor Zhaoning said: "Then why do you keep running out recently and don't want to accompany your father and mother? You don't want to read and read?"

Jiujiu looked up at her fair and tender face and explained: "Jiujiu has been busy recently. It's not that he doesn't want to accompany his father and mother."

"What's the matter?" Emperor Zhaoning was confused.

"Third brother, do you remember your father?" Jiujiu said: "He was sick before and almost died, but the doctors at the Imperial Hospital were not willing to treat him. It was Jiujiu who hired the doctor for help."

"Third Prince!"

This son's face has been pockmarked since he was born, and his mother was also implicated, ruining Qingcheng's appearance, which is unlucky.

Emperor Zhaoning didn't want to see the third prince.

He clasped his fingers restlessly on the table next to him, as if he didn't want to say anything more.

Worried that Jiujiu would continue talking about the third prince, Emperor Zhaoning changed the topic: "Jiujiu, tell me, which one is more important, your third brother, or your father, emperor, mother and concubine?"

"This……"

This is a gift proposition!

"Answer quickly?" Emperor Zhaoning urged, with a hint of jealousy in his voice.

Jiujiu said without thinking: "Of course the father and mother are important."

In fact, Jiujiu said in her heart: "There is no comparison at all. My brother is my brother and my parents are my parents. Why should my cheap dad compare with my brother?" 】

Emperor Zhaoning was a little unconvinced when he heard this. He continued to ask: "Then do you prefer the father or the mother?"

This is always comparable, right?

"This, this, this..."

Jiujiu was stunned.

[This is the question of whether you like dad or mom. 】

[Is it true that every child cannot escape this kind of problem? 】

What dad, mom?

Emperor Zhaoning didn't understand, so he just said: "Jiujiu? Answer?"

Jiujiu said happily: "Of course I like both of them."

[This way, both father and mother will be happy. 】

[But actually, Jiujiu likes my mother more. 】

[Because Jiujiu spends the longest time with her mother, and her mother is very kind to Jiujiu. Cheap Dad is different. We have only been together for a year and have become familiar with him. 】

Both Emperor Zhaoning and Concubine Li heard Jiujiu's voice.

Both of them knew that each other could hear Jiujiu's thoughts.

As the one who was not particularly liked, Emperor Zhaoning glanced at Concubine Li, feeling a little jealous and unhappy.

Concubine Li smiled and quickly changed the topic.

"Your Majesty, tomorrow is New Year's Eve, and there will be a palace banquet in the palace. What color should our Jiujiu wear?"

"It's better to wear red, red is festive." Although Emperor Zhaoning was a little uncomfortable, he remembered everything he should remember. He added: "Also, I gave Jiujiu a good name and a title. Tomorrow we will be closed. It will be announced at the family palace banquet, Yiyao, please remember to dress Jiujiu up to look good."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

"I still have something to do, so I'll leave first."

Emperor Zhaoning was going to go back and look through the books to see how he could make his daughter like her father more.

He didn't ask Jiujiu to like him more than Concubine Li, but he asked not to favor one over the other. It would be nice if they could both be the same.

·

Yuyangxuan.

After the third prince and An Guiren finished eating, they continued to copy scriptures.

The mother and son copied the scriptures stroke by stroke with a very pious attitude.

Near midnight, there was a sudden sound of birds chirping outside.

"Gugu, gugu, gugu..."

The cry is gentle and regular.

It sounds like a bird's call, but it doesn't sound like a bird's call. It's like someone imitating it.

Usually when the third prince heard the bird's call, he would secretly go out and meet Nanguo Xisaku, who imitated the bird's call, and listen to Nanguo Xisaku's brainwashing words.

Yes, the chirping of birds was carefully imitated by the people of the Southern Kingdom, with the purpose of luring the third prince out.

When the third prince was abandoned, left out, ignored, and too sick to get up... he really hated everyone in Xi Chu, feeling that they had all failed him. He wished he could immediately join forces with Nan Guo Xizuo to bring down Kill them all to calm the anger in their hearts.

But now, he is getting better, and it was his sister who saved him.

The gloom and indifference in his heart had long since dissipated because of this warmth.

Moreover, he could see that his sister had a strong support for the Western Chu Kingdom.

How could he stand on the opposite side of his sister and let her down?

The third prince did not go out today, and even wrote a note for someone to send out, asking someone to help him solve this southern mystery.

This man is not a good person.

It must be resolved.

From now on, he will help his sister protect Xi Chu.

·

The next day, New Year's Eve.

During the day, Emperor Zhaoning hosted a banquet for his ministers. In the evening, Emperor Zhaoning and all the concubines, princes and princesses in the harem had a reunion dinner together.

The palace was decorated with lanterns and colorful decorations everywhere, and the sound of strings, strings, and bamboo strings could be heard all the time. It was a scene of joy and harmony.

Only the quality hall was deserted, as if it was about to freeze.

There were no couplets posted in the museum, and there were no lights or decorations. There was nothing. Everything was exactly the same as usual.

Di Jiang was wearing a thick cloak and stood in the yard, feeling the cold wind blowing. He looked at the direction where the sound of strings, strings and bamboos was coming from with despair, exuding a deep sense of loneliness.

This loneliness is not because he envies those who can get together on New Year's Eve.

Rather, it stems from the fact that the person he wants to reunite with and reunite with is no longer around.

"Jiujiu, brother Dijiang misses you."

Di Jiang sighed as he spoke, took out a flute, and started blowing it. The sound of the flute was full of sadness and loneliness, which was incompatible with the joy of this New Year's Eve.

At this moment, Feng Caiwei appeared.

She also took a flute and played it, and the music she played was deliberately echoing the sound of Di Jiang's flute.

Hearing the sound of Xiao, Di Jiang turned around and looked in the direction of Feng Caiwei.

Although Feng Caiwei is only a little over six years old now, she is still a child, but she is very different today compared with before. Her demeanor, eyes, and breath are all like an adult. She is no longer like before, with a look in her eyes. Clear stupidity and arrogance.

"Who are you?" Di Jiang asked.

Feng Caiwei put away her flute and looked at Di Jiang lovingly.

This person is the male protagonist in the book.

And today, she ignored the rule that the daughter of the Sin King could not enter the palace, tried every means to get into the palace, and even came to the hostel, just to take advantage of the crowd to see Di Jiang and make friends with him.

As long as she can make good friends with Di Jiang, her future is limitless.

She can also play the cards that the original owner played badly, but she can play them well again.