The tyrant's sweet pet petite bag

Chapter 208 Three-Year-Old Child
Eunuch Li smirked foolishly, and pretended to slap himself twice: "Your Majesty is wise, Your Majesty is right, so this Taoist priest must be a charlatan who deliberately fabricated some tricks to confuse the people. Your Majesty should quickly decree that This Taoist priest who has caused trouble to the people in the city should be quickly arrested and brought to justice!"

Long Live Lord shook his head, turned around and strolled in the yard in another direction: "Not yet."

Eunuch Li followed behind him dog-leggedly, and asked, "Your Majesty is worried that this Taoist priest already has a high prestige in the hearts of the people in the city, so if he does it rashly, it will cause group dissatisfaction among the people?"

Long live God sighed melancholy: "Not only that, if a sick person wants to invite this Taoist priest to see a doctor, he must also offer a three-year-old child as an offering, and the so-called gods will appear. In just a few days, the capital city Almost all the three-year-old children in the area were sent to the temple, and their whereabouts are still unknown."

Eunuch Li was surprised: "What do you want a three-year-old child to see a doctor for? This is obviously a shady business under the guise of seeing a doctor!"

After Wansui walked around the yard, he felt depressed and decided to go to the Bamboo Palace to see his concubine and daughter.

Eunuch Li: "..." Another day of pretending not to expose His Majesty's reason to listen to Zhugong.

When the entourage behind Long Live Lord arrived at the gate of Tingzhu Palace, they found that Tingzhu Palace was more lively than usual today.

As soon as the man in the bright yellow dragon robe appeared, everyone in the palace stopped no matter what they were doing, and saluted respectfully.

"See Your Majesty—"

"See Father—"

When the Lord Long Live came, Chacha was lying in the hammock and basking in the sun while touching his chubby belly. After the little guy got up from the hammock, his center of gravity was unstable. The chubby body was suspended in the hammock, and the soft hair on his head Shaking too—

Long live Lord's heart tightened, and he was about to rush over to hold his daughter steady, when in the blink of an eye, he saw the precious girl fall into the brat's arms.

Murong Ying looked at Chacha in his arms with a grin, and asked, "Chacha, did you hurt from the fall?"

Chacha touched her frightened little chest, pouted her small mouth and exhaled several times: "It doesn't hurt, it doesn't hurt, Gege saved Chacha again, I like Gege~~"

As soon as Chacha's snow-white lotus joint arms were raised, they wrapped around Murong Ying's neck.

Ever since Murong Ying scooped up Chacha from the moat, Murong Ying's attitude towards delivering Chacha can be described as a 360-degree turn, and even Long Live's jealousy went straight to the sky from the bottom of his feet.

"How dignified it is for men and women to hug each other!"

Long Live Lord didn't regard himself as a majestic king of a country at all, so he snatched his daughter from Murong Ying with curses.

Before Murong Ying could fully enjoy the taste of happiness, he hummed dissatisfiedly and said, "Your Majesty, you are also a man."

Grandpa Long Live blew his beard and stared angrily: "I am her father!"

……

It has been many days since the last meeting between He Lanci and Concubine Hui on the moat. Concubine Hui has a cub fox with a snow-white body, but this white fox is not Concubine Hui's pet, but a tool to vent her anger.

Almost every time she met He Lanci, Concubine Hui would lose her temper when she came back. Concubine Hui's temper was different from Concubine Hua's. She rolled up her sleeves and turned around a few more times before it disappeared.

It's about seeing blood, bright red blood, which can make Concubine Hui feel the most pleasure, and this white fox, under the snow-white fur, the fresh blood flowing out is what Concubine Hui is most satisfied with.

(End of this chapter)