The young man seemed to know that she always had this attitude, but he didn't care. He said, "Then let's go up quickly. The gate will be closed in another hour."
Occasionally, he turned his head and looked not far behind Wu Jiuzi, and said in surprise: "Your Highness!"
Wu Jiuzi subconsciously turned around and saw the young prince who had been choked by her just now and couldn't find the north, slowly walking out of the forest.
His expression was calm and cold, with inherent dignity, and he nodded slightly: "Han Yu, long time no see."
Wu Jiuzi's expression changed. It turned out that this young man was Mo Hanyu, the only son of the owner of the Mojia Fort.
I heard from Xiaoxiao that Mo Hanyu treated Mo Jiuzi very well, but Mo Jiuzi didn't appreciate it very much and always treated the young castle master coldly and indifferently.
Over there, Mo Hanyu had already waved to Wu Jiuzi and Mo Xiaoxiao: "Jiuzi, Xiaoxiao, this is His Highness Prince He, come and meet us quickly."
Mo Xiaoxiao's eyes lit up, and she pulled Wu Jiuzi and obediently went over to salute: "See His Highness the King of Congratulations."
Wu Jiuzi only held a fist, half-smiling but not smiling: "It turns out to be His Royal Highness Prince He."
There seemed to be a slight hint of ridicule on the corners of her lips. His Highness Prince He glanced at her, snorted softly, and waved his hand: "No need to be polite, my king..."
After saying this, he paused and then changed his words: "Since I came to Jiufeng Mountain, I should abide by the rules of Jiuhuamen. There is no distinction between high and low. We are about the same age, so we should call each other by our names first. I call you Han.
If you encounter me, just call me Ziqian."
A flash of surprise flashed in Mo Hanyu's eyes, as if he didn't expect him to say this: "This - is a bit rude, Your Highness..."
After all, he had been a reading companion for His Highness, and he had a deep sense of the concept of monarch and minister. How could he dare to call His Highness by his first name?
Jun Ziqian glanced at Wu Jiuzi again and saw her standing there with her small mouth pursed, her big eyes slightly squinted, and unconsciously turning a willow branch in her hand. She looked lazy and seemed to be holding nothing.
In the heart.
She obviously said nothing and did nothing, but Jun Ziqian was angry and said impatiently: "I want you to call me whatever you want! What's so offensive about this?"
Mo Hanyu smiled bitterly: "Okay, just follow Your Highness... uh, Ziqian is fine."
"Okay, no need to delay, let's go up quickly!" Jun Ziqian turned around first.
Among the Mo brothers and sisters, Mo Hanyu has the best kung fu. He stretched out his arms and flew five to six feet high without using his sword. He touched the platform lightly with his toes, and then flew up...
"Jiuzi, how is the injury on your foot?" Mo Xiaoxiao was not at ease.
"It still hurts a little bit, but it's okay. You go up first and don't worry about me." She wasn't very proficient in flying yet, so she planned to get up last, so as not to make them suspicious.
Mo Xiaoxiao knew that she had always been independent and strong-willed, and she didn't like being helped by others, nor did she force her to do anything. He just whispered: "Then be careful, I'll go first."
He took off with his sword, flew to the platform, paused briefly, and then flew again...
Wu Jiuzi glanced at Jun Ziqian and smiled: "Your Highness, please go first."
Jun Ziqian raised his eyebrows and remained motionless: "Don't worry about me, you go first!"
Wu Jiuzi stopped paying attention to him, held his breath and concentrated, and stood up with his sword. Although it was a little wobbly, it still stopped firmly on the first platform. After a short rest, he went up again, circling up bit by bit.