Chapter 1103: Daigo Empowerment

Jiuwei sat down leaning on the screen, and the white clothes spread out on the ground with his movements, flowing with a place of elegance and elegance.

"Sister Bustard, is she guessing his identity in her heart?" Jiu Rao's mind was clear, and when she saw that Bustard Niang's eyes frequently looked at Jiuwei, she guessed what she was thinking, "Sister Bustard, have you ever seen the Nine Pavilion Pavilion?" ”

The bustard mother was stunned, and she was like an empowerment.

Nine Pavilion Masters?

Yes, she said, there is a very familiar aura in this child......

"Yes."

She had the privilege of meeting the Pavilion Master once a month ago.

Once you see it, you will never forget it.

Bustard Niang had obviously guessed the identities of the three children in front of her at this time, even if they were not from Jiuge, they must be related to Jiuge, or even extremely close.

So she's no longer wary of them.

And this boy in white......

"He is the Young Master of the Nine Pavilions, Jiuwei." Jiu Rao introduced her in a calm tone, "The heir who was personally cultivated by the pavilion master. ”

At this time, she was not at all like the delicate and harmless one she showed when she was in the lobby downstairs, but she exuded a rare calm and graceful demeanor, and her tone also revealed a faint majesty.

When the bustard mother heard this, she was about to kneel down and salute, but she heard Jiuwei say: "Don't be polite, just don't see me today." ”

"Yes." The bustard girl stood solemnly, and still greeted the salute according to the rules, "Slave Ji Qiang, I have seen the young master." ”

"Okay, Sister Bustard, don't be so serious." Jiu Rao smiled, "Pick two clever beauties for us, as long as you can sing and dance, there are no other requirements." ”

Ji Qiang pursed her lips and chuckled: "Okay, you guys wait a minute." ”

Before leaving, her eyes still couldn't help but glance at Jiuwei more, and she couldn't help but think in her heart, when did the pavilion master become a parent?

The young master is too similar to the pavilion master......

The expression, bearing, and dress are all different, so when she heard the sentence that the young master was the heir cultivated by the pavilion master himself, she completely believed it.

The noble and indifferent aura around the pavilion master, the noble and low-key and powerful aura, is by no means something that ordinary people can imitate at will, it must be after a long period of hearing and seeing that he has so many similarities.

Ji Qiang didn't think about the question that the young master was not the biological son of the pavilion master.

In her opinion, it is reasonable for a father and son to be so similar, if they are not related by blood, how can they be so similar in all aspects?

However, this issue is not important to Ji Qiang or Jiuwei.

Biological or non-biological is never something that needs to be cared about.

After a while, two women walked in under the leadership of the bustard, "These two women are good at singing and dancing in the building, and they are both young children who sell their arts and do not sell their bodies. ”

Jiu Rao smiled lightly: "Whether it's a chick or not has little to do with us." ”

When the bustard mother heard this, she couldn't help but smile, and turned her head to look at the two beauties: "Take out your best song and dance and perform for the little guests." ”

"Yes."

As the words fell, another maid walked in with a tea tray and presented a variety of delicate refreshments and fruits.

"These are specially prepared for you, and they are guaranteed to be non-toxic and harmless." Ji Qiang placed a plate of snacks and cut fruit in front of the three children, "Do you need to prepare some hot food?" ”

Jiu Rao turned her head to look at Jiu Wei: "What do you want to eat?" ”

Jiuwei shook his head: "That's fine." ”

Tianshu also said no.

"It's hot, so don't you need hot food." Jiu Rao said, forked a piece of watermelon and stuffed it into her mouth, and raised her eyes to look at the bustard mother, "How much silver do you need?" ”