Jun Li glanced at her and walked ahead. Jun Zhi chased after her. As soon as she reached his side, she heard him say: "Better looking than you."
The tone used was the tone that Jun Zhi hated the most. Jun Zhi couldn't take a breath and stopped walking. Her teeth were itching with anger. You bastard! If I had known that she would have learned martial arts when she was young, maybe she could fight now.
Got past him.
"Better looking than me? A man who is prettier than me? How good-looking does that have to be?" Jun Zhi reacted and felt something was wrong. Her appearance was definitely not bad. Although she was not as showy as Jun Li, she was definitely Qing.
This beauty looks back and smiles charmingly, so she is thinking about how much she is prettier than her.
"I believe you will be able to see it soon."
Jun Zhi was surprised, "Brother, you mean Ye Fei will take off his mask in front of everyone soon?"
"If a little girl has too many problems, she will be rejected by her husband's family." Jun Li did not want to say any more. A person cannot wear a mask forever. The emperor of Fengzhao cannot allow such a force to continue to grow, otherwise it will threaten
Huangquan.
Nowadays, when Ye Fei is mentioned, the people are even more excited than when they see the emperor. After all, the emperor is at a high place and has no close contact with the people. But Ye Fei is different. She comes from among the people and has held many meetings.
Disaster relief operations have restored the confidence of many refugees who were about to starve to death. Such practical actions are more direct than just commanding from a high place.
When Fengzhao's emperor wants to take action against Ye Fei, that's when Ye Fei reveals his true face, maybe even earlier than that.
"Your Highness, they have all gone back." The young attendant said to Jun Li.
"Well, young waiter, guess who will come to me first?"
The young servant and Jun Zhi were thinking together. Each of them was very interested in Ye Fei. The one who was stuck with Jun Li was Yu Zhirong. Will Yu Zhirong be the first to come to Jun Li? If not, then
Who could it be? Feng Churui or Feng Zelin who made a bet with Jun Li?
This question was a bit difficult. Jun Zhi and the young servant thought about it for a while but had no idea.
"Your Highness, I think it is Third Prince Feng Zelin." Didn't you make a bet before? Feng Zelin has this possibility.
"Brother, I think it's Feng Churui." Jun Zhi gave another answer.
Jun Li smiled and said, "We will wait for the answer together in a while. Whoever is right between you two will win the prize."
"Wait a minute, brother, where's your answer?" Jun Zhi wanted to know what Jun Li's answer was.
"I don't need to have answers."
"Is it because you don't know that you don't tell? Are you afraid of being embarrassed if you make a mistake?" Jun Zhi sneered, thinking that her brother was afraid that she would guess wrong. She and the young waiter had both guessed. Her brother must not tell because he was afraid of being wrong. It would be embarrassing to be wrong.
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"You think I'm wrong?"
As if she heard some funny joke, Jun Li laughed softly, and the sound like broken jade rolling down slowly swayed in the dark night, and disappeared after turning around a few times.
"Why can't you be wrong? Brother, don't always think that you are right." Jun Zhi retorted unconvinced.
"Really? Zhi'er's doubt makes me very unhappy. Let's do this. If Zhi'er is right, there will be no reward."
This sentence made Jun Zhi change her face successfully. She knew that she would never be able to fight this bastard! She was just looking for death. She had no choice but to be tricked again. If she didn't know Jun Li's answer now, then she really