"I was in Xishan before, and I looked for an opportunity to leave. Just as I left, Si Shen came with the assassin to where I left."

"The assassin wants to kill Sijian. Sijian fell from the cliff. At that time, I was climbing on the cliff with a vine."

"The assassin came over and found me. I'll use the little bitch to deal with them."

"I never thought that when Si saw it fall, he grabbed my hand. My little bastard fell down. The vine was cut off by the sword that the assassin fell down, and we both fell down."

Di Yu listened, took the teapot, poured a cup of hot tea, and took a sip.

He seemed careless and did not have any strangeness.

Shang Liangyue looked at Di Yu's actions, "Xiao Jian did not fall into the lake. Si and I fell into the lake. I rescued him and found Xiao Jian back."

As he said that, Shang Liangyue paused, and a sharp look flashed across her eyes.

"This meets the enemy and meets the enemy."

Di Yu's actions of drinking tea paused.

Shang Liangyue, "He had the skills to catch me, not the technique of a man who could not do martial arts."

Shang Liangyue had never told Di Yu about this.

She never told the prince about the matter on the West Mountain.

It’s not that I don’t say it, but that there is no such a suitable opportunity.

Now, this is the most suitable time.

Di Yu put down the teacup and raised his eyes slightly.

The moment he raised his eyes, something seemed to disappear from the ink in his eyes.

"Prince, did you do something?"

Shang Liangyue looked at Di Yu, and there was a light flashing in her eyes.

That was cold light.

Not to Di Yu, but to see him.

The prince suddenly asked Xiaojian, either casually asking. Moreover, the prince's question and her answer were obviously related to Si Jian.

Di Yu's hand moved slightly, and a handful of black little bastard fell on the table.

Shang Liangyue saw it and was shocked, "This is..."

When he thought of something, Shang Liangyue's voice stopped for a moment.

This is not her little bitch.

The prince couldn't take her little bastard away, and her little bastard was now in her arms.

Shang Liangyue looked at this little bastard who was exactly the same as what she made and picked it up.

Soon, Shang Liangyue smiled.

Fake.

Her little bitch can be known as soon as she takes it.

And this is obviously fake.

It can be said that except for the appearance on the outside, there is nothing in the inside that is the same.

Completely fake.

Shang Liangyue's hand was moving on the counterfeit, and her thin white fingers were like holding a flower. In just a few breaths, the counterfeit was dismantled and fell on the table.

Di Yu looked at Shang Liangyue's hand, and from the moment she picked up Xiaojian, his eyes never left Shang Liangyue's hand.

Until now.

His eyes fell on the parts on the table that were divided into various parts.

Shang Liangyue, "Prince, is this what I saw for you?"

Except for the prince, no one would make something that looks exactly the same as her little bastard.

And when he saw this, he would do it, which is not uncommon.

Originally, Shang Liangyue never underestimated such a person.

Of course, why did Shang Liangyue ask about this, not the prince?

It’s not that she felt that the prince couldn’t do it, but that the prince didn’t have that free time.

"He gave it to you."

"Um?"

Shang Liangyue frowned.

For her?

This "he" is naturally a sight.

But when will she let Si meet her a fake?

Di Yu looked at the fake product that was opened on the table, "He asked someone to give it to Jin'er and said he would give it to you."

His voice was faint, he could not hear emotions, and he could not hear joy or anger.

But it is indeed a normal voice on weekdays.

Emperor Yu was not moved by his words, nor was he affected by his actions.

Shang Liangyue's expression was strange when she heard Di Yu's words.

Let someone give it to Di Jiujin, and give it to her again?

What does it mean is that Di Jiujin knows her identity, and that Di Jiujin knows her identity?

Si Jian took out this fake product and wanted to confirm her identity?

Shang Liangyue felt that it was probably not as complicated as this.

"Prince, Emperor Jin for a long time..."

"Jin'er should know your identity now."

Now, it's time to know...

Shang Liangyue understood instantly.

Emperor Jiujin didn't know her identity, but he knew that.

And now, because of this fake, Di Jiujin learned about it.

So, what should Emperor Jiujin do?

Hand her out?

Shang Liangyue had heard of it, and Liaoyuan was trying his best to get her.

Shang Liangyue looked at Di Yu, "What are the plans for the prince?"

"No plans."

Di Yu's hand fell on Shang Liangyue's hand and wrapped her hands into her palms. "Don't use Xiaojian again unless it is absolutely necessary in the future."

Shang Liangyue stopped and her smiley expression stopped.

"good."

Seeing that she had used everything, she made the same thing, and her strength should not be underestimated.

If Xiao Jian fell into his hands, Shang Liangyue believed that he would be able to make a complete and exactly the same thing very quickly.

Technology is never a matter of smart people.

Prince Qin’s Mansion.

The night falls deeply in Lizhou City and deeply in the study.

Di Jiujin sat in the study, sitting so upright, and even his expression was quite serious.

However, his mind was very confused.

Zhang Yu is the master, the master is Zhang Yu, and Miss Ye is Zhang Yu, and that Miss Ye is his master.

His master is Miss Ye.

Rumor has it that Miss Ye is the emperor's best friend, that is his emperor's aunt.

Then, Zhang Yu is the master, Miss Ye, and his emperor aunt.

His aunt...

Emperor Jiujin suddenly became miserable.

The whole person suffered from inside to outside, and the pain made the whole body feel uncomfortable.

Zhang Yu is obviously a man, but why is such a man Miss Ye and his aunt?
To be continued...