After asking An, he quickly went back to the Imperial Palace Water Pavilion to handle affairs in the pavilion, and had never stayed here.

It's rare tonight.

However, when he grew up, Jiuwei seemed to be more reserved in front of Emperor Xiu. Compared to the fear he was when he was a child, he is not afraid of now, but he is still reserved.

"Can you still adapt recently?" Qin Shang handed a cup of tea to Jiuwei, "Although my father said you can stand alone, if you can't handle it, you can come to me."

Jiuwei nodded: "Can handle it."

Before he ascended the throne, his father gave him a year of experience, and now there is nothing he can't adapt to.

"Just be able to deal with it." Qin Shang smiled gently, "What do you think of that young man named Xi Jun?"

Xi Jun?

Jiuwei was silent for a moment before remembering that Qin Shang was talking about the boy who had just stood out in the selection of No. 1 masters.

Xi Jun is the name of that boy.

"He...has good martial arts skills." Jiuwei frowned, "but his temper is rather strange."

A strange temper?

Qin Shang became a little interested in this rare statement, "What a strange method?"

Jiuwei raised his eyes slightly, looked at Qin Shang silently, and shook his head slowly: "I can't say it for the time being, I just think he is strange."

And he is very brave.

Qin Shang looked at Jiuwei's expression when he said this, and his psychology could roughly judge his meaning-

Xi Jun just became the number one master, and only last night officially met Jiuwei as the number one master.

Piansheng Jiuwei is also a blunt person. He probably didn't talk to this young man for a long time. He thought the other party was a strange feeling, but without communication, he had no right to speak.

That's why Jiuwei doesn't know how to evaluate it.

But it’s nothing to be strange, as long as there is no strange intention, it will be done.

Jiuwei's eyes turned slightly, his pupils locked on Emperor Xiu Qinggui's indifferent but tired face, and his brows frowned slightly, "Dad is not feeling well recently?"

Qin Shang subconsciously turned his head to look at Emperor Xiu.

He felt that this matter could not be hidden. Does the master plan to tell Jiuwei now?

"Nothing discomfort." Di Xiu's tone was faint, "But since you asked, there is something you need to do."

Jiuwei lowered her eyes: "Father, please give me instructions."

"Prepare a coffin for your father." It clearly means life and death, but his tone is still calm. "Nine Pavilions have strong financial resources, so it's okay to find Jinsi Nanmu to make a coffin."

Jiuwei suddenly changed color and stood up in panic: "Father?"

Qin Shang pursed his lips and sighed softly.

How long has this child been so incompetent?

If Emperor Xiu saw him like this before, he would have rebuked him a few words, but at this moment he raised his hand to Jiuwei: "Come here."

Jiuwei's lips tightly pursed, walked stiffly to Di Xiu, and knelt down: "Father."

"Everyone dies, you don't have to be too sad." Emperor Xiu stretched out his hand and stroked his head. "In the future, you can often go to Lingguo to contact the little empress when you have time. You are siblings and blood relationships are endless."

Jiuwei's heart was like falling into an ice cellar, and his voice was tense: "Father... what disease did he have? Can't he be cured?"

"It's not a disease, it's fate." Emperor Xiu seemed a little helpless, but he didn't know how to comfort the child, "There is no cure."

Jiuwei's face turned pale.

The Emperor Xiu looked slightly calm and his tone was faint: "The main thing is the Pavilion Master. I will allow you to lose your composure this time, but this is only once."

Jiuwei lowered her head and was silent, her heart was in a mess.
Chapter completed!