"Hey, waiter, do you know who is the mortal in the carriage below?" The little girl used to calling humans mortals.

The waiter is a pretty prince mortal. He was amused by the serious expression of this newborn calf who is not afraid of tigers.

However, he had a rare patient reminder of her, "Little girl, have you not heard it clearly? They shouted 'Long live my emperor'."

"My Emperor? Emperor? Where is it-where? Is the Emperor in that golden car?" She turned her head suddenly, and she followed the person downstairs, searching on the left and right, but she didn't see any guy who looked like the Emperor.

"The golden carriage is the only emperor of the empress of the Western Jin Dynasty - the only emperor in charge of the Western Jin Dynasty, now His Highness Bing Chuyang." The waiter answered seriously.

"Oh--" the little girl paused in understanding.

"Thank you, brother Xiao Er." She smiled at Xiao Er, her eyes showed a beautiful red color, but the color flashed by.

"You're welcome..." The prince waiter was teased by the little girl's smile.

And she took out the silver and put it on the table. After eating and drinking, she jumped down from the second floor.

"Hey! Be careful, girl!"

The waiter on the second floor shouted.

All the soldiers downstairs heard it.

In the golden car, Bing Chuyang felt the familiar breath, and he immediately flew out of the golden car and directly caught the little girl who jumped down from the second floor.

"ah--"

The little girl was shocked by the man who suddenly came forward and hugged her.

When Bing Chuyang hugged the little girl and fell to the ground, he glanced at the little girl who was only fifteen or sixteen years old in his arms.

With disappointed eyes, he put down her.

But the little girl looked at the man who suddenly caught her with her eyes.

"You are...so beautiful..."

Bing Chuyang in front of him made the men and women on this street stunned.

His face was a little pale, but this paleness did not damage his style, but instead made him seem more mysterious.

The most eye-catching thing is not his handsome face, but his eyes.

The ink-colored pupils are three points darker than ordinary people, as if they can't see a trace of light, which is so weird that it is moving and elegant.

"You little girl, are you okay?"

Although Bing Chuyang didn't know this girl, he still asked her politely.

At this time, he was wearing a blue Confucian shirt, a square scarf of the same color, a long and handsome face, a slightly curled face, and a smile in his eyes, giving people a sense of closeness.

Like a piece of moist jade that has been polished over time, the bright light is like cold and warm, making people feel close to each other.

"I?"

The little girl smiled cheerfully at him with a plain attitude, "I am so rough and thick-skinned, how could there be something wrong!"

Just kidding, she is the Nine Heavens Divine Phoenix, how could something happen?

"So, Lord Bing, when will you go to pay tribute to your queen with me?" The silent voice behind seemed a little familiar.

The little girl looked over.

He was dressed in black, but he couldn't hide the heroic posture of the owner of the voice.

He was born with a spirit of kingdom in the world, and his handsome facial features seemed to be carved out of marble, with clear edges and angular lines and sharp and deep eyes, which made him feel a sense of oppression!

"Now..." Bing Chuyang answered him.

It turns out... today is the day of worship for the Queen of the Western Jin Dynasty, Feng Lixue.

After Feng Lixue died that day, his body was buried beside the bedroom of the Emperor's capital of the Southern Yan Kingdom.

Although this is unlucky, no one can refute or stop the meaning of the lonely drama.
Chapter completed!