"Ahh Is it really me, really me? Ouyang Changle wanted to manipulate the wooden strip, but accidentally pulled up the big tree behind her, but she still felt that it might be the work of other clansmen, so she thought about picking another one to try.

This time she chose a big tree that was far away and would not be easily noticed, and it turned out to be successful again!

At this time, she had indescribably complicated feelings in her heart, looking at the people of the Fuji family in front of her, she grinned, but she was still a little embarrassed.

"Chang Le, I know you can't accept it for a while, but you are indeed my Teng Nian'an's youngest daughter Teng Xiaoxi, for my father to see you so slim, I know that the person who took you in must be taking care of you, so I will be at ease!" Fuji Nianan said, clenching his fists and forcibly suppressing his overly excited emotions.

There are many enthusiastic people among the clansmen, who stepped forward to talk about family life, reading all the old things.

Yue Jiuling automatically consciously moved away, she squatted on the ground, her muscles and bones were soft, she buried her head between her knees, no matter how she looked at it, there was a sense of loneliness.

She stretched out her hand and plucked a small grass on the ground next to her, bit it in her mouth to comfort her lonely mouth, raised her head from time to time, glanced at Ouyang Changle who was surrounded by enthusiastic people, and then buried her head lower.

"Aren't you from a juggling team? Sitting on your own head doesn't seem like a difficult thing for you! A familiar voice sounded, cold but a little soft.

If it was usual, according to Yue Jiuling's temperament, he would definitely say a few words, but at this time, he had obviously lost that nature.

She only raised her head slightly, and was squinted at the sight of the man's silver mask.

Just wanted to continue to lie quietly on his stomach as a quail, as if he suddenly thought of something, raised his eyebrows and said, "Isn't the young master from a troupe?" One person plays two roles, and he is at ease. ”

After speaking, she breathed a long sigh of relief, and the words that she had held in her heart for a long time would be more pleasant if she said it!

Zhan Long Jin thought about it for a while, didn't explain too much, and only said four words: "Identity." ”

Yue Jiuling pursed her lips, in fact, she didn't really take this matter to heart, after all, the identity of the prince is relatively special, and sometimes the things above the court are involuntarily.

Moreover, with the addition of the tasks assigned by the old emperor, it is understandable for people to hide their identities, whether it is for convenience, self-preservation, or more factors.

Thinking of this, Yue Jiuling felt a little fluttery, turned his face to look at the young master beside him, and asked with a smile: "Young master, am I very understanding?" Isn't it very appealing? ”

"......" Hearing this, Zhan Long Jin's eyebrows twitched slightly under his mask.

Just now, he retorted that he was from a troupe, why is he empathetic? How does this come together?

Zhan Long Jin once again said to the species of women that he couldn't figure out his mind at all.

"You must be blind in your ears, so you can't hear me, you must be deaf in your eyes, so you can't see that I'm very likeable! Hum! The little god fox stared eagerly at the young master's side face, and found that his eyebrows seemed to be hesitating, so he opened his mouth a little unpleasantly.

"It's okay if you don't like me, I'm fine alone." Yue Jiuling raised his eyes again, glanced at Chang Le, who was surrounded by the crowd, and said with a wry smile.

With that, she put her face between her legs thoroughly.

Seeing Yue Jiuling with such a low aura, Zhan Long Jin was a little uncomfortable and at a loss.

Suddenly, as if thinking of something, Zhan Long Jin opened his mouth and called: "Nine Spirits!" ”

"Huh?" Yue Jiuling replied weakly.

"Come here!" As he spoke, Zhan Long Jin opened his arms.

Seeing this, Yue Jiuling suddenly came to his senses, and rushed forward happily.

Zhan Long Jin imprisoned Yue Jiuling in his arms, and stroked her head with his big hand: "How can it be a person?" You still have me! ”

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