Vampire cute baby tomb robber

Standing outside the window, Beiming Liancheng slowly lowered his arms, and his long bangs fell down, covering his beautiful eyes, making it difficult for people to see the expression on his face.

Bei Mingxun laughed, leaned over and blew out the lantern in his hand, and glanced out of the window before closing the wooden window.

Beiming Liancheng just stood there, did not move, and did not speak to Nangong Baiye again.

The heavy snow gradually hit his shoulders.

But he didn't seem to feel the slightest coldness, he just stood there in a daze...

The lights in the city went out one after another, until the last one disappeared, and then he turned and walked towards the palace...

In the inn, Nangong Baiye was lying on a soft couch, and suddenly opened his eyes, and walked to the window, the faintly bright Danfeng eyes were filled with unpredictable deep meaning...

After the sound of the third watch, Nangong Xiaomiao was the only one left on the dragon bed of Chaoyang Hall. He was covered with his own little quilt, as soft as a glutinous rice dumpling.

The serving eunuchs did not dare to rest, and glanced inside from time to time, for fear that the little emperor would kick the quilt.

This was an order from Young Master Si before he left, so he must not be neglected.

Just as the eunuch was yawning and was about to put an extra piece of wood for the stove, a figure suddenly flashed in front of him.

The eunuch took a big step back in fright, as if he couldn't believe what he saw, he faltered and shouted: "Your Highness, Your Highness..."

Beiming Liancheng didn't even look at him, walked into the bedroom, and opened layers of curtains with fingers wearing black gloves, only to see the little man lying on his back with sprawled legs, basking in the white tenderness. tender belly,

The small mouth was snoring, revealing the pair of white fangs...

There was no expression on Beiming Liancheng's face, he walked over without hesitation, picked up Nangong Xiaomiao's little feet, lifted him upside down, like carrying a plastic bag, and swayed vigorously in mid-air twice .

Nangong Xiaomiao was sleeping soundly. She was really upset to be woken up like this. She swiped her little paw, and her nails were very sharp.

Beiming Liancheng held his paw in his hand without any effort, and looked down at the little boy with a cold and handsome face.

Nangong Xiaomiao just woke up a little bit. She rubbed her big amber eyes with one hand, blinked, and blinked again: "Huh? Little button?"

"What's the matter with this title?" Beiming Liancheng frowned.

Nangong Xiaomiao said vaguely: "That's right, that's what happened."

"Explain." Beiming Liancheng directly threw two hard words over.

Nangong Xiaomiao was more straightforward than him: "Nickname."

"Nickname?" Beiming Liancheng smiled in a half-smile, and his appearance was even more creepy than when he was not smiling.

Nangong Xiaomiao drooped her little ears, and her head swayed back and forth following his movements: "My mother often called you that, and I was forced to do so. She said that I didn't call you that in private, and she felt uncomfortable. Moreover, she also said that you are as awkward as those unresolved buttons!"

"Go on." Beiming Liancheng looked at the little man who swallowed his saliva with a smile.

Nangong Xiaomiao was standing upside down like this, her head was almost dizzy, and her little paws scratched her head: "Daddy, I think we should sit down and have a good talk. I'm not used to this way of talking."

"It's okay." Beiming Liancheng freed one hand, and patted his head comfortingly: "I'll just get used to it."

Nangong Xiaomiao: ...

Just like that, the poor little cat was lifted out of the palace gate by a certain Highness like a carrot.

The eunuchs outside spontaneously moved out of the way, knelt down on the ground with trembling legs, for fear that Beiming Liancheng would be unhappy and take their heads.

After all, the little emperor is about to be driven crazy by His Royal Highness o(□)o

Can……

If the emperor was robbed just like this, and Young Master Si will come later, how should they explain it!

The eunuchs had fear on their faces, but their hearts were anxious like ants on a hot pot.

As soon as Beiming Liancheng left, they went to the South Study Room.

Hei Si was busy, holding a memorial in his hand. After seeing the person, his eyes turned cold: "What happened?"

"Report, tell the young master, the emperor, the emperor, was kidnapped by His Royal Highness the Seventh Prince!" The eunuch said out of breath, running all the way over, even his breath became a little unstable.

But for Hei Si, these bits and pieces are basically enough.

Almost instantly, a faint light appeared in Heisi's pupils, and he reached out to close the fold, with a flat voice, no emotion, "I see."

He was too listening to find out what the master meant, so he just stepped back and guarded the door.

Heisi looked at those memorials, and after a while, he raised his hand suddenly, and the papers fell one after another, like heavy snow outside the palace...

The capital is also known as Sijiu City.

It describes the layout of the city. There are many gates, such as Tiananmen, Di'anmen, Dong'anmen, and Xi'anmen.

But there are really not many people who walk through every city gate like this.

Nangong Xiaomiao drooped her ears like a kitten and clattered her calves, allowing her father to carry her, not as resistant as she was at the beginning.

Because he knew it would be useless even if he resisted... His Highness never listened to this!

Beiming Liancheng had one hand in his pocket and the other a little man, with an elegant and domineering look, like a big boss fighting for territory.

"Daddy, where are we going?" Nangong Xiaomiao's eyes were not idle, looking here and there.

Beiming Liancheng brushed off the snow dust on his fingertips with his hand: "Go find your mother."

"Need my help again?" Nangong Xiaomiao's amber eyes lit up: "How much money will you give me this time?"

Beiming Liancheng stopped his movements and looked down at him.

Nangong Xiaomiao was puzzled: "Why are you so serious?"

After a while, Beiming Liancheng spoke with a calm expression: "She doesn't remember anything."

"I know, you said it last time, my mother lost her memory, she... wait." Nangong Xiaomiao suddenly raised her eyes, her smile froze on her lips: "You used the word "du" ?”

Beiming Liancheng hummed, and his voice was a little hoarse: "This word...including you."

Nangong Xiaomiao was stunned for a moment, all the luster in her eyes burned out in an instant, she wanted to take the opportunity to bite Beiming Liancheng's little fangs, so she thrust them out abruptly, and forgot to draw them back...

One big and one small, just looking at each other.

The north wind blew past, and the face of the person who blew hurt...

The next day, early in the morning, this was the first day of the new emperor's ascension to the throne, the sky was clear without a single cloud.

Vendors who hadn't come out to set up stalls for a long time showed their heads one after another, and the streets of the capital returned to their former prosperity.

This prosperity basically starts with the special snack of the capital, tofu nao...

"Daddy, are you sure you remember correctly?" Nangong Xiaomiao held a bowl of tofu nao in her hand, and turned her head to ask in a childish voice, "Why doesn't this inn look like a place where my mother would live?"