I, Long Jun, am not short!

Youth without worries, part [-]:

If you want to say that the thing that Emperor Jiuling cares most about these days is the unformed egg in the Dragon Pond of the Hall of Compassion Yan.

But the last thing Emperor Jiuling wants to do now is that egg, which has already turned into a human being and is revered as the egg of His Royal Highness Dragon Lord.

There was no other reason, the short-legged Xiaolongjun kicked him, leaving a bruise on Jiulingdijun's fair calf, which has not disappeared to this day.

Another point is that Emperor Jiuling, who is a head taller than the short-legged Xiaolongjun, has never beaten Xiaolongjun.

Although Jiu Ling has a stable and gentle temperament, he is still a boy in his teens. He has never suffered such a disadvantage, and shut himself in the study to sulk.

Not long after, someone knocked on the door of the study room, Jiu Ling adjusted his mood, and said gently, "Come in."

Then a little head poked in, with slender eyebrows and phoenix eyes, and the characteristic baby fat on the cheeks, which looked very cute. The little head showed a big smile at Jiu Ling, which was very pleasing.

But Jiu Ling obviously didn't like this, he saw clearly who this head was, and said briefly: "Get out."

Xiao Longjun curled his lips aggrieved, and his voice was soft and glutinous, with the feeling of a child's coquettishness: "I don't, His Majesty the Jade Emperor asked me to come to you, and he said he asked you to take me."

Jiu Ling said: "You just kicked me and you expect me to take you?"

Mr. Xiaolong pushed open the door and came in, and said confidently: "You were the one who said I was short first, and I didn't use much force. How can you be so big as a child like me?"

It can be seen from this that His Royal Highness Long Jun has been proficient in unreasonable ways since he was a child.

Jiu Ling ignored him, and Mr. Xiaolong ran to his desk with the food box, lifted the food box over his head with difficulty, and put it on the desk—Jiu Ling's desk was a little higher, so Mr. Xiaolong couldn't reach it.

The upper hand took his food box, Jiu Ling lowered his head and taught him: "Don't you know how to call someone if you can't lift it? What did you bring?"

Lord Xiaolong said: "Aren't you angry? I dare not call you. I took something delicious, which was given to me by the pretty sister just now. Hey, don't be angry after eating, okay?"

Jiu Ling reached out and rubbed his hair, thinking to himself, this little guy still has a bit of conscience.

Then he made the most wrong decision since he was born. Emperor Jiuling was in a good mood, hugged Xiaolongjun who couldn't reach the desk, let him sit in his arms, and opened the food box at the same time.

There were a few dishes of snacks in the food box, but they were lotus leaf crispy pea yellow rose cakes and the like. Jiu Ling was not very interested in sweets, so he picked up a piece of rose cake and handed it to Xiao Longjun, asking casually: "You just now After going to Lingxiao Palace, did the Jade Emperor give you a title?"

Lord Xiao Long stuffed his mouth full of rose cakes, and said vaguely: "Yes, His Majesty the Jade Emperor said, give me the word Chu Xian as my title."

He spoke vaguely, Jiuling didn't understand what the preceding word was, and said casually: "Well, it's pretty good, then I'll call you out for a while."

The freshly baked Xian'er swallowed the rose cake and said, "I know your name is Jiu Ling, so should I call you Brother Jiu Ling?"

This elder brother made Jiuling feel warm in his heart. He rubbed Xiao Longjun's hair again, and then rubbed two small bumps in surprise, and then watched those two bumps grow bigger. A pair of horns came out.

Jiu Ling: "..."

Mr. Xiaolong blinked at him innocently: "I can't control it well, and it turned out accidentally."

Jiu Ling pinched the dragon's horn lightly, then pinched it again, and kept a warm smile reservedly: "It's okay, I will teach you later."

Before he could pinch the dragon's horns until he was satisfied, he saw Mr. Xiaolong stretching out his claws to take the rose cake. Just as Jiu Ling wanted to help, Mr. Xiaolong knocked over his inkstone very disrespectfully.

Jiu Ling: "..."

Mr. Xiaolong said "ah": "It's turned over, it's okay, I'll wipe it for you."

Jiuling smiled gently: "It's okay, don't touch it, you don't need to wipe it... Wait until you put down my official document! You can't use this to wipe it!!!"

It was already too late, and the official document placed on the top layer had been rendered into a splashed ink drawing under the rendering of ink, which was actually pretty good-looking at first glance.

Mr. Xiaolong probably didn't know what trouble he had caused: "Actually, this looks better than the words just now."

This little guy was a little handicapped, and immediately became very interested in splashing ink. Without giving Jiuling time to react, he grabbed another official document, photographed it on the overturned inkstone with lightning speed, and then took his own Da Zuo looked at Jiu Ling with a smile, with an expression begging for praise.

Jiu Ling: "..."

It is said that that day, the first roar came from the Weiling Palace since the building was built, and then the gentle young man Jiuling chased the newly born Xiaolong Lord Chuxian from Qingyu Palace to Nantian Gate.

And Mr. Xiaolong has gone farther and farther on the road to death since then.

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