A woman who is not in the world can arouse a man's desire to conquer the most. He smiled and took a step forward, acted to stretch out the handle of the fan, and wanted to pick her veil: "I guess under this veil, I must be a beautiful woman who is beautiful, right?"

"I don't know if it's beautiful, but what I know is..." As soon as she spoke, Ji Youhui's face turned wrong. Youmeng tilted her head and frowned at him, "Sixth brother, stop making trouble? It's me."

It sounded like, when she called out, Ji Youhui was completely petrified: "You? Nine... Nine Sisters?"

"Don't you be fine?" Youmeng sneered, willing to appreciate his embarrassment, "My Sixth Emperor."

Youhun looked her up and down: "You are here for the incense club, too?"

"Isn't it possible?"

"What are you doing here?"

"I'm here to grind the fragrant fragrance seriously. Unlike some people, under the guise of the fragrance club, they think about attracting bees and butterflies, and they get flirted with flowers and grass and get rid of their sister's heads?" Youmeng said sarcastically, "The moral integrity is falling all over the ground. Do you still have the style of a prince?"

Ji Youhui was scolded by her and knew that this girl was not easy to mess with, so she could only admit defeat: "Okay, okay, this time it was my mistake and offended the Ninth Sister. I still left in advance. Just pretend that I didn't see me and say goodbye!"

Holding a fan and holding a fist, he slipped away in a blink of an eye. Youmeng looked coldly and was used to seeing this unruly Sixth Emperor brother, who did something like a funny clown, making people laugh.

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Qi Miao sat on the terrace on the second floor of the tea hall, facing the bulletin board downstairs. She just paid more attention to the woman wearing sash who had a relationship and saw a farce that had just happened. Although she couldn't hear what they were saying, she understood the general situation. Someone didn't take advantage of it, and ended up asking for trouble.

Sure enough, not long after, Ji Youhui came back in shame. Without saying a word, he lay on the rattan chair and was sulking.

Qi Miao leisurely poured a cup of tea for herself, as if nothing was concerned: "What? You, a prodigal son who has seen countless girls, also have times when you make mistakes?"

When Ji Youhui heard his mocking tone, he knew that he had seen it and felt even more disturbed. He just blamed him for walking by the river, so how could he not wear his shoes?

He fanned himself vigorously and quenched his fire: "Don't mention it, I'm unlucky. When I meet such a little fairy, how dare I offend her!"

"You are the prince, and you can't even handle a woman?" Qi Miao curled her lips and drank tea calmly.

Ji Youhui sneered: "Hmph, I'm not my eldest brother, I prefer her to be like this, and I can't catch the fox and even mess with it."

Qi Miao heard that he was very meaningful, held the cup and squinted his eyes: "Do you know that girl?"

Ji Youhui blurted out disdainfully: "Of course I know her, she is my sister."

Qi Miao's face darkened: "Your sister?"

"Yes, my sister." Ji Youhui confirmed it casually, and his mind suddenly moved: I can't handle the little thing Youmeng, maybe the master with great power in front of me can subdue her.

He couldn't help but have evil thoughts, wanting to use his sister to please Qi Miao. If it is done, wouldn't this be more conducive to consolidating their ally relationship? Thinking of this, he sat up and deliberately raised his eyebrows at Qi Miao's evil spirit: "My beautiful little Jiumei!"

General Qi Miao turned his gaze back and looked downstairs. The masked woman was still looking at the notice. A sharp light appeared in his deep eyes: "Do you think she is a little princess?"
Chapter completed!