The tyrant's sweet pet petite bag

Chapter 232 It's a fart to smear yourself!
out of the palace.

Everything on the street opened Chacha's eyes.

In the bustling market, there are big white pork, candied haws strung together like beads, and all kinds of beautiful ceramic dolls. In the center of the market, there are acrobatic troupes surrounded by crowds of people.

The first step in leaving the palace is to choose a place to settle down first.

Xiao San was waiting at the gate of Fulu Yipin early in the morning, and took the post of "shop waiter" in person.

Scared the real waiter so much that he wanted to stuff himself into the cracks in the ground.

"Brother, Bengong painted himself so that no one would recognize him, right?"

Standing behind Xiao San, Concubine Hua who had darkened her complexion several degrees had already dressed herself as Xiao San's "follower". While waiting for the sedan chair to come out, she was still a little uneasy. Pat left and right on the face.

Xiao San, who has answered countless times: "Sister, you have asked me eight hundred times, as long as you don't see that Chacha is too enthusiastic, you won't be able to tell."

Concubine Hua sighed, "Oh, if it wasn't for the fear that Gu Qin would recognize me and tell His Majesty, there would be no need for me to make myself look like this."

A row of black lines fell on Xiao San's forehead: "Did sister forget to draw herself as a panda?"

Thinking of the intimidating power of "Panda Hua" in the past, it's a fart to just discredit yourself now!
Concubine Hua was absolutely unambiguous when it was time to lose her memory.

"Really? But after seeing Chongyan's 'matchmaker makeup', Bengong thinks there is still a lot of room for improvement in Bengong's 'panda makeup'. Brother, are you interested in being a guinea pig for Bengong? "

Xiao San was so frightened that his whole body was covered with goosebumps: "Stop!... Let's be quiet and wait for Chacha and them to come."

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Downstairs are Xiao San and Concubine Hua, and upstairs is Murong Ying who doesn't want to go back to Beixia.

"I don't, I don't, I just don't want to go back!" Murong Ying rolled around on the bed.

Wei Wuyue stood beside the bed calmly, and said firmly, "His Royal Highness, we came to the Yanchi Dynasty to participate in the grand celebration of the Gourd Festival. Now that the Gourd Conference has successfully concluded, there is no need for us to stay any longer. Hurry up and go back to Beijing Miansheng as soon as possible."

Murong Ying continued to roll and squirm: "I don't, I don't, I just don't come back. Beixia doesn't have my sister Chacha, so I'll be there wherever my sister Chacha is!"

Wei Wuyue: "His Royal Highness."

"My lord, would you like me to try?"

Pi Xiuxiu wore a wine red robe today, her smooth hair was clutched in her hand, she rubbed her head on his shoulder when she walked towards him, she was so charming, her ruddy face was charming and charming.

Wei Wuyue's eyes froze on the face of the dishonest Master Pi for a moment, then abruptly withdrew his gaze, glanced over hastily, closed his eyes and repeated the meditation mantra silently.

Pi Xiuxiu gave an undisguised chuckle, and Wei Wuyue's whole body burned even hotter when he heard it.

Pi Xiuxiu lay on the bed with Murongying in the same posture: "Your Highness, do you want to see Princess Chacha?"

Murong Ying was so wronged that he was about to cry: "Yes."

Pi Xiuxiu said: "That minister helped His Highness the Crown Prince, and sneaked out while the National Teacher was not paying attention, so His Highness the Crown Prince can go find Princess Chacha."

Murong Ying was pleasantly surprised and wanted to keep his Xiu'er kissed hard: "Really?"

Pi Xiuxiu quickly put her index finger on her lips, signaling Murong Ying to keep her voice low, and then pointed at the back of Wei Wuyue who turned her head away because of shyness.

The two tacitly reached a consensus.

(End of this chapter)