At this time, she can move, or she can run with joy.

A slight light flashed in Emperor Jiu's indifferent eyes.

Feeling the pleasure of walking, Di Jiu finally smiled.

In her previous life, when she was fifteen years old in the summer, she fell off a cliff because of the fright of her horse during a battle, and she survived, but she also lost her legs.

After that, he used a wooden wheelchair to get around, and the wheelchair sat for three years.

Perhaps, all the conspiracies began with that cliff fall.

"Squeak-"

The door of the mahogany carved hall was pushed open, and the cold wind poured in, instantly blowing down Di Jiu's heart that was excited because of his new life.

"The eldest prince, are you awake?"

The slave Han Lang closed the door of the temple neatly, for fear that the wind would blow to the people in the temple.

As soon as he turned around, those eyes carrying a deep vortex fell on him, making Han Lang's heart tremble.

The ferocity outside the style of the cold night, the whirring sound, the moonlight sprinkled down, the mottled light sprinkled on the face of the man in the distance, the eyes were cold and deep, as if smiling but not smiling.

It actually gave Han Lang a sense of déjà vu that a powerful ghost came to ask for his life, which frightened him into swallowing his saliva again and again.

He couldn't help but take a step back, "Big ...... Prince, do you still have a ...... in your body Unwell? ”

On the night of his previous life, Emperor Jiu remembered.

She was sick, caught a cold, and rested for a few days.

Di Jiu paced slowly in the room, ignoring Han Lang's concern, "Dinner." ”

Han Lang seemed to be accustomed to the indifference of the eldest prince, and hurriedly ran out to get dinner.

This night seems to be extraordinarily cold, I didn't feel it before, but now it is cold, Di Jiuzhi frowned.

Looking at the night sky through the crack in the door, the wind blew out the candles, and in the darkness, she stood in the wind, her figure straight.

Without warning, she flashed her tragic death, disgusting corpse, dead eyes, and she smiled.

Laughing like a bloody king in the dark, with hatred in his eyes, he soared into the sky!

"Xiao Jiujiu, it's not good to be so impetuous!"

The ghostly voice in my head came again.

Emperor Jiu narrowed his eyes and restrained his anger.

"I really don't want to know who killed you?"

Di Jiu picked his eyes indifferently, "What if you tell me, do you know the cause and effect?" ”

“……”

She didn't know who would kill her when she was dying, obviously ...... Obviously, the people around me are so kind.

At this time, Han Lang brought a sumptuous dinner and led a group of people from the Ziyang Palace to serve.

Although the group of people who suddenly appeared didn't speak, Di Jiu still felt that it was too noisy.

She walked over to the table and said coldly, "All out." ”

Han Lang was stunned, his eyes were a little surprised.

After not hearing the sound of leaving for a long time, Di Jiu raised his eyes, and his indifferent gaze burst out from his ink eyes, with a hint of persecutive momentum.

"Your Highness isn't talking about human words?"

Han Lang was excited, and he hurriedly lowered his head and didn't dare to look at each other, "Minion...... This goes down. ”

hurriedly led a group of slaves away, leaving Emperor Jiu, who was standing at the table and eating leisurely.

In her previous life, she seemed to enjoy the feeling of being served by many people, and felt that it reflected her status.

However, when I relived it, I found that there are some things that are really no longer needed.

"Tut-tut, little ninety-nine, you were only eighteen years old when you died, don't act so sad, and now that you are only fourteen years old, you should be lively......"

Di Jiu frowned, "You're noisy." ”

“…… Why not sit down and eat? The voice seemed to be a little weaker.

Hearing this, Di Jiu moved her conscious legs, her eyes were extremely gloomy, "Take advantage of the fact that you can feel the taste of your legs moving more now, and in a few months...... I'm afraid it won't work. ”

Yes, she's fourteen years old this year, and in the summer of fifteen, her legs are about to break.

After a simple dinner, Di Jiu did not ask someone to come in to clean up, but slowly walked around the room.