Chu Qianli naturally knew who Chu Lingyang was referring to.
She just didn't expect that Chu Lingyang would be so excited.
What I didn't expect was that even Chu Lingyang didn't know about Uncle Jiu's life.
The Ninth Prince was "dead" and really "dead". Except for the younger generations such as Feng Wuya and Feng Yexuan, he actually didn't even mention his best friends.
It's true, "dead" is very realistic.
However, Chu Qianli still didn't know what the relationship between Chu Lingyang and Feng Dingchu was, so she did not directly answer Chu Lingyang's question.
"Prince, please let me go." She said in a deep voice, her attitude was not that cold.
But, I didn't see much enthusiasm.
Chu Lingyang realized that his actions were inappropriate.
But he was still very excited. After letting her go, he still stared at her face: "Little girl, tell me quickly, is he... still alive?"
Chu Qianli still didn't say anything, just looked at him quietly.
"You talk!"
"Prince, I can't say a lot." She whispered.
Chu Lingyang's heart tightened. In fact, he had guessed it, but he just needed her to give a positive answer.
"I promise you that I will never ask you where he is, nor will I ask you about any information related to him. I just..."
Chu Qianli suddenly took two steps back.
Chu Lingyang didn't know what her actions meant, he was a little uneasy: "Little girl, is it my king... I scared you just now? I apologize to you, don't be angry..."
Suddenly, Chu Qianli cut his left foot away and walked out a strange route in front of him.
Walk away from the ground, jumped up, stepped on the table and chairs, floating lightly, and then returned to the ground.
But at the moment of landing, he staggered and almost fell down.
Chu Lingyang's eyes were wet.
He quickly walked over, and with a light push of his big palm, the palm wind easily lifted Chu Qianli's shaking body.
Chu Qianli stood firmly at the corner of the table and looked up at him.
Such a strong and indomitable prince, a trace of tears actually appeared in his eyes.
But he quickly turned his face away and did not let him see his tears.
I don’t know how long it took, but Chu Lingyang took a deep breath, and suddenly, he strode out the door: “Come on, prepare wine!”
Good wine and food were delivered to the pavilion in the yard soon.
Chu Lingyang seemed to be in a very good mood, and he had never been better than before.
As soon as I served the wine, I filled myself with a cup.
"I drink it myself, you are a little girl, so I'll drink some fruit wine by myself."
"Yes." Chu Qianli nodded, took up the fruit wine, and tasted it lightly.
The taste is actually pretty good.
Looking at King Ling again, he was really drinking by himself, and he was drinking happily, but he didn't feel like he was drinking alone.
The drinking spirit is pleasant to watch.
"I know your steps, and no one can do except him, ha, I know."
After three rounds of drinking, he was alone and had a drink with him. He drank several jars in a blink of an eye.
It seemed that I was not drunk yet, but the smell of alcohol was already very strong.
"What does your girl have to do with him? Why doesn't he even see me? I am willing to see you?"
Chu Qianli wanted to say something, but heard Chu Lingyang suddenly say in a deep voice: "If I use your life to threaten me, will he come to see me?"