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Chapter 1142 A battlefield without gunpowder smoke

What?

Chu Chen looked at Jiuwei in surprise, thinking that he had heard it wrong.

Can he do it?

Zixi's reaction was different from Chu Chen. She was not concerned about how much Jiuwei knew, but the tone of Jiuwei's speech...

He was only nine years old and his voice was still full of freshness and tenderness as a child, but his tone was really not something that a child could say.

Aloofness, self-confidence, and a faint noble demeanor are all hidden under the calm and peaceful appearance.

It only makes people feel that this child is extremely calm and unsightly, and has a kind of unfathomable age that is not in line with his age, but he will not feel that he is arrogant and arrogant.

It seemed as if every word he said was just a fact, and there was no sense of showing off at all.

In fact, Jiuwei is not showing off.

He just told Jiurao some facts that she didn't know - the fact is that, except for martial arts, Jiurao and Tianshu were not his opponents in any aspect.

In martial arts, he was a little humble because he could not determine the depth of Tianshu's strength.

In other aspects, there is no need to be humble.

Jiu Rao frowned slightly: "So, I am not as good as you in all aspects?"

Zixi couldn't help but pursed her lips, and a sigh-like smile flashed in her eyes. She felt that she had given birth to two amazing children - although the credit for her upbringing was not hers.

But the child came out of her belly, and was her biological bloodline.

She is honored to see her two children so outstanding.

"Jiuwei, you said it wrong." Jiurao didn't know what she suddenly thought of, and suddenly shook her head, with a bit of pride in her tone, "There is one thing you definitely can't compare to me."

Just as Jiuwei was about to ask what point, his eyebrows and eyes suddenly moved, and he actually nodded slowly: "Indeed."

Um?

The three adults looked at each other, wondering what puzzle they were fighting.

"You are destined to have nine princes, and I am not as good as you." Jiuwei said calmly, "But I think the destined thing should not be counted as your personal ability."

"Well, you're right." Jiurao accepted humbly, "So I have to work hard to make progress in the future and must surpass you."

Jiuwei shook his head: "It's hard to surpass me."

Jiu Rao's mouth twitched, and she couldn't help glaring at him: "Can't you leave me some hope?"

Do you have to tell the truth to hit her?

Jiuwei was silent, lowered her eyes and ate the food, and said calmly: "If you become a king of a country in the future, you need to face a minister who dares to tell the truth, rather than a villain who is sweet and slandered."

Zixi finally discovered that this reunion dinner seemed to have become a battlefield for two children.

Of course, it is a more gentle battlefield without the smell of gunpowder.

"Jiu Rao, I think what Jiuwei said makes sense." Zixi finally came out to smooth things over, but there was an unstoppable smile on his face. "If you have anything you can't figure out in the palace in the future, you can ask Jiuwei to give you an idea."

With a slightly pause, Zixi's smile on his lips became deeper, "For example, when he can't resist those princes, he can ask Jiuwei to help you with advice."

Upon hearing this, Jiurao looked at her mother silently: "My mom, I'm only nine years old, and those princes don't know where those princes are? I had thought before, or just go against the will of heaven and make a false harem? Why do you need so many princes? You can't eat it as a meal."

Now just think about it, if the nine emperors were all like Ji Huangyu, wouldn’t they overturn the harem?

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