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From sourness to slight jealousy, this kind of emotional transformation did not take a year or two, but only a quarter of an hour.

When he realized it, Bo Yikao himself couldn't believe it. He would have such a negative emotion as jealousy. He was really ashamed of the virtue of a gentleman.

He lowered his eyes and stopped looking at the scene that made him feel a little bored. If possible, he even wanted to leave this room immediately, so that he would not have to listen to the intimate conversation between Su Daji and King Shang.

"Daji, it's been a while since you came to Chaoge, and I haven't taken you for a stroll." Di Xin's tone revealed a kind of gentleness: "After lunch in a while, we will leave the palace together."

"Okay." Fu Zhenhong replied, and gave Bo Yikao a faint glance.

Seeing this, Di Xin followed Fu Zhenhong's line of sight, paused when he noticed that the white cat had strayed away from him, and said, "Do you want to take this cat with you?"

"No need." Fu Zhenhong replied, "Leave this cat to Cui Yuan to take care of."

Di Xin nodded, then called Xiao Panzi who was waiting outside the door, and asked him to send a message to the dining room to prepare lunch.

The efficiency of the dining room is very high. After a while, sumptuous delicacies were served one by one. When Fu Zhenhong and Di Xin were having lunch, they handed over the white cat form Bo Yi Kao to Cui Yuan. hold.

But Bo Yikao didn't seem to be used to being hugged by others. After Cui Yuan hugged him, he began to struggle. The white cat was placed on the wooden bench behind the screen, and I stood on the edge of the wooden bench to guard him all the time to prevent the white cat from running around or escaping.

Fu Zhenhong didn't have much appetite, so she stopped after a few mouthfuls.

Di Xin wasn't hungry either, so he put down his wooden chopsticks not long after Fu Zhenhong stopped.

The attendants cleverly served the after-dinner fruit.

Fu Zhenhong glanced at the fruits on the table, and finally picked up a bunch of plump, large and moist grapes, and then picked off the bunch of grapes one by one and put them on the plate.

Fu Zhenhong's hands are very beautiful, with well-defined knuckles, long and fair fingers, and the deep purple grapes make his hands delicate and jade-like, and the wet water droplets on the grapes also make Fu Zhenhong's fingertips a little glistening Runny, let me have an urge to suck it in my mouth.

Di Xin stared at Fu Zhenhong's hand for a while, and only after Fu Zhenhong picked off all the grapes did he move his lips and said, seemingly unintentionally, "Daji, it seems that I like grapes very much."

Fu Zhenhong paused for half a second, glanced at Di Xin's dark eyes staring at him, and then followed Di Xin's words and asked: "Aren't grapes the most delicious fruit in the world?"

When Di Xin heard the words, he suddenly laughed, and said inexplicably, "If you think so, most of them are foxes."

Fu Zhenhong also laughed, and the corners of his lips curled slightly, and he said unhurriedly, "You're quite right." He echoed.

Di Xin raised his eyebrows, stretched out his hand lazily, and picked up a strand of Fu Zhenhong's black hair hanging on his chest, and asked while circling with his fingers: "So Daji, is she a fox?"

Fu Zhenhong did not answer Di Xin's words directly, but threw the question to Di Xin again: "Your Majesty, what do you think I am?"

Di Xin pursed his lips, and after pondering for a moment, he replied, "You are the widow's Daji, the existence I want to keep by my side forever."

Fu Zhenhong's true identity in this world was confirmed in this casual conversation between him and Di Xin, and after being confirmed, he ignored it very naturally.

Neither Fu Zhenhong nor Di Xin, the parties involved, had any choice to continue to delve into this matter. It was like a secret that was tacitly shared between the two, and there would be no change in their attitudes because of this. They were as calm as they were discussing today's issues. The weather is like that.

On the contrary, Boyi Kao, who was behind the screen, reacted even more.

The voices of Fu Zhenhong and Di Xin were not too loud, and there was still a long distance from where they were on the screen. Cuiyuan was guarding Bo Yikao in the form of a white cat behind the screen, and did not hear Fu Zhenhong. Red what they talked about.But Bo Yikao could hear these words clearly, because he is now in the body of a cat, and the hearing acuity of a cat is three times that of a human.

It was also because he heard it very clearly that he was surprised by King Shang's magnanimity and indulgence in dealing with Su Daji's identity.

Bo Yikao thought of the white fox in Su Daji's arms when he first met Su Daji. At that time, he suspected that Su Daji's real identity might be related to the white fox, but that was just a suspicion, and he didn't find any real truth. Now, his final guess has been confirmed.

But compared to confirming Su Daji's identity, Bo Yikao thought more about it. Di Xin, as a king, didn't care at all that Su Daji was transformed by a fox demon, so he accepted it without any hesitation.

What if it was him, what if it was him?

Bo Yikao asked himself in his heart.

If it were him, would he be able to behave so calmly like King Shang.

But then Bo Yikao thought about it again, Su Daji has such a beautiful face that people can get into their hearts at a glance, and all the unreasonable things on Su Daji's body are not so surprising.

Even if Su Daji's true identity is known by someone, I'm afraid that the person who knows is more likely to want to possess her, rather than run away in fear because the other party is a fox demon.

Bo Yikao was thinking about Fu Zhenhong in his heart, and when he recovered from his thoughts, Fu Zhenhong and Di Xin had already left the room, ready to stroll around the streets in Chaoge City.

The imperial palace was still some distance away from the busiest street in Chaoge. Fu Zhenhong and Di Xin rode a carriage all the way to the entrance of the street before getting out of the carriage and starting to walk.

Although Di Xin is the king of Chaoge, he has basically never wandered around here. The people don't know what he looks like, so naturally they are not afraid of being recognized.

As for Fu Zhenhong, because his appearance was too beautiful, in order to avoid being noticed and causing unnecessary trouble, he put on a valance when he got off the carriage.

Even so, when he and Di Xin walked side by side on the street, they still attracted the attention of many people.

There is no other reason. Although Fu Zhenhong's face is covered, he is slender and well-proportioned. Under the thin veiled veil, the outline can be seen faintly. This kind of cover adds a hazy and mysterious beauty , people can't help but want to see his appearance under the hood.

Besides Fu Zhenhong, Di Xin who was walking beside him was also conspicuous.Di Xin was tall and tall, and his tall and straight stature made him stand out from the crowd. In addition, he was handsome, dressed in extraordinary clothes, and his whole body was filled with a kind of chill and domineering over others. At first glance, he was definitely not an ordinary person.

Di Xin didn't care about the gazes of these people on him, but he was a little displeased with those gazes staring at Daji.

The emotional displeasure made Di Xin frowned subconsciously, and this frown made his already sharp face even more frightening.

His gaze swept across those who had been staring at Fu Zhenhong all the time. Without any words, these people felt a chill down their backs, as if they had fallen into a cold cellar.

"Daji," Di Xin called Fu Zhenhong, and when Fu Zhenhong heard the sound and looked at him, he took Fu Zhenhong's hand hanging by his side.

Di Xin's body temperature is higher than that of ordinary people, and Fu Zhenhong's body temperature is lower than that of ordinary people. When they were together, Fu Zhenhong and Di Xin looked at each other with a tacit understanding.

Di Xin gently pinched Fu Zhenhong's index finger with his hot fingertips, and a wave of heat was transmitted from the fingertips to Fu Zhenhong's body, and along Fu Zhenhong's back all the way to his throat .

Fu Zhenhong's Adam's apple rolled, and when she spoke, her voice was slightly hoarse: "Di Xin, I'm here."

The corners of Di Xin's mouth immediately turned up happily, and he squeezed Fu Zhenhong's hand tightly, holding him so that his body was always less than half a meter away from him.

The two just wandered around without saying anything more, their fingers intertwined quietly.Di Xin enjoys the current atmosphere very much, he doesn't need to think about other things, he just simply stays with the man beside him.

Di Xin didn't think the street scenes on both sides were very attractive, but because of the man he was holding in the palm of his hand at the moment, these same sceneries had a more peaceful and elegant beauty.

This is a life he has never experienced before.

He used to disdain such mediocrity, but now because of the people around him, Di Xin felt a little bit of nostalgia for walking on this street.

Times like this don't come along often.

Whether it was for Di Xin or Fu Zhenhong.

At dusk in Xushi, the sun had already set on the western mountain, the sky and earth were dim, and everything was hazy. The afterglow of the setting sun shone on Di Xin and Fu Zhenhong, dragging their shadows longer.

Di Xin led Fu Zhenhong into an inn, and ordered the inn's signature side dishes in the private room on the second floor.With the inn experience when he returned to Chaoge, this time Di Xin did not feel any unfamiliarity or incompatibility.

The food was quickly served by the waiter in the shop.

While Fu Zhenhong and Di Xin were eating, there was a burst of music with a rather strange melody on the stage in the center below.

Attracted by the music, Fu Zhenhong put down the bowl and chopsticks, and looked down, only to see two middle-aged men in black robes walking onto the stage with a folding fan each.

Looking at this posture, it seems that he is preparing to tell a story.

[Xiaohong, is there a storyteller in this era? 】

【No. 】

【Then why is this...】

【have no idea. ] Fu Zhenhong coldly rejected the weak chicken system's questioning.In fact, according to the information Fu Zhenhong learned, storytelling first originated in the Spring and Autumn Period and rose in the Song Dynasty.

Judging from the records, such a storyteller should not have appeared in the Shang Dynasty, but the historical records of this era are not as detailed as other dynasties. In addition, the world itself is full of fantasy, which can be regarded as belonging to It is not impossible to have a storyteller because of the overhead world that is divorced from the track of history itself.

"Daji, are you interested in this?" Seeing Fu Zhenhong staring down, Di Xin asked with some interest.

Fu Zhenhong shook her head, and said lightly, "It's okay."