1169. Chapter 1169 Mess with my wife to court her death 2
Murong Xitian made a sign of agreement and took Xia Ziluo into the room to change clothes and prepare to leave.
The person was gone and the door was closed. Shengshi turned around and was about to go downstairs.
"Shi'er, it's not your style to be friends with pigs and dogs." Yan Li had come to her senses. She was no longer frightened, but she was still aggressive and annoying.
Shengshi paused for a moment, then suddenly quickened his pace and went downstairs in three or two steps.
It seemed that he didn't even want to talk to Yan Li.
"Madam..." Jun Kui wanted to say something, but in the end he took a puff of cigarette and followed Sheng Shi's footsteps downstairs.
The remaining young emperor had no choice but to be a good old man: "Auntie, don't you know who the second brother is? How can a friend worthy of him be an ordinary grassroots person! He is a gentleman, and I can't even afford to offend him."
"Huh, you?" Yan Li looked at the Young Emperor, his eyes no longer enthusiastic, and his face turned dark.
The young emperor's body suddenly stiffened, and his heart felt bitter.
Once he was the eldest son of the empire, and was called by Yan Lixian's nephew, who treated him like half a son. But now, he has been reduced to a grassroots, but his life is thinner than paper.
"Auntie, it's late at night, so I won't continue to disturb you." The young emperor suppressed the sadness in his heart and said goodbye politely.
At this time, the door behind Yan Li opened quietly.
Murong Xitian saw all this in his eyes, with an uncertain light in his eyes. He hugged Xia Ziluo and went downstairs. When he passed by Yan Li, his steps paused.
When he took another step, Murong Xitian suddenly snorted coldly.
Xia Ziluo was stunned for a moment, and couldn't help but smile sweetly: "Let's go quickly, don't make people wait anxiously. No matter how noble our status is, we must be well-educated to avoid losing our worth."
"You are indeed my Luo'er. Even if she is the mother of a country, she is nothing more than this." Murong Xitian pursed his lips and chuckled, because Xia Ziluo was in a good mood after saying this.
Yan Li, who stayed where he was, turned red with anger because of being humiliated.
But no one saw that the Champs Elysees was empty at this moment. Without the owner here, the Champs Elysees looked extremely deserted, as if the prosperity had disappeared with the departure of the prosperous era.
Outside the Champs Elysées, it was quite lively.
Jun Kui was ravaging the young emperor, punching him one after another, beating him into a pig's head: "Does it hurt? It hurts, remember it for me, remember it to your bones!"
"Boss, be gentle." Even though he was beaten, the young emperor grinned.
When Xia Ziluo came out and saw this situation, he burst into laughter: "San, you look so happy. Haha, the handsome guy has a pig head, and he just happens to be called San. Come on, don't call me Young Emperor in the future, call you Pig Head San
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"Sister, stop taunting me." The young emperor looked at Xia Ziluo with a mournful face, "Young emperor, he died just now. I have been reborn, and my name needs to be changed! How about, sister, how can I get along with you in the future?"
Xia Ziluo exclaimed: "You really don't want to be called Young Emperor anymore?"
"It's good not to shout, but the title is not loud enough, just like a newborn baby that has not been weaned!" Murong Xitian glanced at the young emperor, his eyes suddenly lit up, "I will give you a title - Prince Kang."
"Prince Kang..." The young emperor was stunned.
King Kang, his biological father’s surname was Kang, and he happened to recognize his ancestor and return to his clan.
Xia Ziluo then laughed: "Idiot, why don't you call me Emperor Brother? Being granted the title of King by the dignified King Xiao is like red rain falling from the sky. You are in luck!"
King Kang was about to express his thanks gratefully when he was confused by Xia Ziluo's words: "Emperor...Brother Emperor?"
