"If you don't drink, don't drink. What's the point of getting such a big temper?" Chen Jiao frowned and sat down beside her. "I really can't understand. When you are young, where did you get such a big temper? Could it be that you were spoiled by your family?"

As the daughter of the prefect Chen, Chen Jiao has always been the first unruly beauty recognized by everyone in Guannan. However, since Ji Huangyu moved into the Chen Mansion, the title of the first unruly beauty is obviously about to change someone. Instead, Chen Jiao has become surprisingly good-tempered.

Even how Ji Huangyu got angry and threw things, how many valuable vases and tea sets she had in her family, how many calligraphy and paintings she had torn apart, she didn't get angry when she saw her.

Every day, I also use pork rib soup, fish soup, black chicken soup, pear bird's nest, rock sugar and tremella... and so on, and I clearly treat Ji Huangyu as my ancestor.

Unfortunately, they don’t appreciate it.

Look, the fish head soup that I had worked hard in the kitchen was fed to the bluestone slab outside the pavilion, which made the prefect Chen feel embarrassed.

"Can you stop doing fish head soup or pork rib soup all day long? I just need to be very nourished?" Ji Huangyu said coldly, then lowered her head to read, too lazy to pay attention to her.

Although half of the temper was pretending to be intentionally done, Jiurao did not move for three consecutive days, and he was indeed a little emotional in his heart, but this emotion could not be vented towards His Majesty the Little Queen.

Of course, that is to be posted on this illusioned girl.

Chen Jiao was not annoyed at all when she heard this. She frowned and stared at Ji Huangyu for a long time: "It really looks a bit thin."

Ji Huangyu's mouth twitched.

Slim your sister.

Feeding him to become a fat man, how can he compete for favor in the harem in the future?

Ji Huangyu put down the book in his hand and said coldly, "When can I let me go?"

Just as Chen Jiao was about to speak, the cold voice of the prefect Chen Master Chen sounded: "Let's go? Where do you want to go? Go to your Mo family master to seek credit and reward?"

Chen Jiao turned her head and looked at his father in confusion, "Dad, what do you mean by this?"

"Hmph, what does it mean?" The prefect Chen, who had changed into clothes, walked up to the pavilion, looked at Ji Huangyu with a gloomy look, and slapped the solid wooden table with a slap. "Do you dare to deceive me? Tell me! Who sent you here?"

Ji Huangyu was silent for a moment, then turned his head slowly, "What does the prefect mean? Why can't I understand?"

"Don't understand?" Chen Taifu squinted his eyes, his expression was full of murderous aura. "I took a face that was more beautiful than a woman, and I wanted to deceive me and Jiaojiao. Ruyi's plan was too sensible. Did Mo Yao ask you to fool me?"

Ji Huangyu shook his head: "I don't understand what the prefect means."

"There is no senior official named Ji in the imperial capital. Do you still want to lie to me?" After saying that, Prefect Chen turned his head angrily, "Come on! Arrest him! I must ask carefully, whose order he came here!"

"Dad!" Chen Jiao looked at her father in shock, "Have you made a mistake? How could Mr. Ji..."

"Jiaojiao, are you still protecting him?" Chen Gong pulled Chen Jiao over and pushed out the pavilion. "Don't worry about this matter first. Go back to your own house, I will deal with it."

Ji Huangyu sneered, turned his head casually, and looked at the officers and soldiers gathered outside the pavilion, "The prefect has a big battle."
Chapter completed!