cute and sweet

Chapter 250 How Nice To Be Alive...

"This little princess should be the child left behind at that time. It's just..." Facing Shanggong Nanli's probing eyes, he continued: "It's just that once this Concubine Jin dies, Luojin Palace will be desolate, and the monarch probably forgot about it." There is such a princess."

After finishing the last sentence, Fuyu knelt down hurriedly: "You talk too much, my lord please punish me."

"Get up." Gong Nanli said lightly, but his mind was taken away by the little princess.

Forgotten child?
The smile on Gong Nanli's lips was a little weird, but also a little innocent.

From then on, Gong Nanli often sent people to Luojin Palace to deliver some gadgets for the child, and also often sent people to bring the child to stay with him.

Later, Empress Dowager Huide learned about this, in order to make her youngest son happy, she loves this granddaughter who has never heard of it, and often picks up her Fushou Palace, even bringing her youngest son. .

And it was obvious that she found that her little son was smiling more than before. It was a heartfelt happiness, without any concealment or affectation.

In those days, Gong Nanli coaxed the child he liked.

She can't learn to be called "Uncle Seventeen", and always likes to be called "Uncle Seventeen".

He likes to hold her soft body, like to smell her sweet milk fragrance, like to hear her soft voice calling him Uncle Seventeen...

No one knew that for Gong Nanli, holding that child was holding a hope for life.

"Uncle Seventeen, Uncle Seventeen, you are really good at drawing, can Le'er paint with you?"

"Uncle Seventeen, Uncle Seventeen, you are really good at writing, can Le'er write with you?"

"Uncle Seventeen, Uncle Seventeen, you play the piano really well, can Le'er play the piano with you?"

"Uncle Seventeen, Uncle Seventeen, you are really good at playing chess, can Le'er play chess with you?"

"Uncle Seventeen, Uncle Seventeen, I have made up a new dance, how about dancing it for you?"

"Uncle Seventeen, Uncle Seventeen, I have composed a new piece of music, can I play it to you?"

"Uncle Seventeen, Uncle Seventeen..."

……

Every time at this time, Gong Nanli realized that it turned out that it was good to be alive.

It turned out that in my life, apart from all kinds of drugs and intrigues, there was also the joy brought by such a child.

How good it is to be alive...
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Dragon Dynasty, Royal City.

In the sky full of flames, a woman in red kept running, passing through layers of clouds, thinking of escaping.

However, when the clouds were pushed aside, she suddenly found herself in the sea of ​​flames again.

There are sounds of fighting and wailing everywhere, everything is so clear, everything is so clear.

Those people in various costumes, those people who are obviously not human, those people from both sides fighting each other...

Also, in front of her was that stunningly beautiful face, and that pair of twinkling phoenix eyes that could annihilate the world of mortals.

Shu Huang, Shu Huang.

Restrain the world, and stabilize the eight wastelands.

Inexplicably, such a sentence appeared in the mind of the woman in red.

Then, she watched the palm of this man who was so beautiful and looked like a banished fairy move, his fingers fluttered and made a knot, and his slender index finger pressed on the center of her eyebrow.

She yelled and struggled, but couldn't move.

Then, she stared fixedly at those deep black eyes that annihilated the world of mortals, and heard that cold and luxurious voice...

(End of this chapter)