The tyrant's sweet pet petite bag

Chapter 70 Wansan, why are you hiding under the emperor's cases?

Shi Qiong's attitude was impassioned and powerful, which reminded him of that rainy night three years ago, the day Concubine Ning gave birth, he also said the same thing.

Seeing that the Long Live Lord hadn't responded for a long time, Shi Qiong beat his heart, and called softly and uneasy: "Your Majesty?"

Lord Long Live glanced at the corner of Xiao San's clothes, but did not show his feet, "I know, you should step back."

Shi Qiong hesitated: "Your Majesty, it's better to deal with the scourge that endangers the country's destiny as soon as possible, so as not to have long nights and dreams."

Lord Long Live raised his eyelids, and smiled meaningfully: "Ai Qing has a heart."

Only then did Shi Qiong leave with peace of mind.

When he reached the door, he hurriedly knelt down and saluted again: "Your servant sees the Supreme Emperor and the Empress Dowager."

Afterwards, his eyes could not bear to look into the arms of the Supreme Emperor. The girl with the shofar braid and the little red ribbon at the end of the braid should be the child Concubine Shu wanted to get rid of...

So cute, it's a pity that he won't live long.

The Supreme Emperor and the Empress Dowager didn't pay attention to him at all, so he got up silently, looked back, and then left.

Arriving at the Hall of Concentric Hearts, Chacha grinned and exposed her millet teeth, and the sound of milky milk came, making the entire Hall of Concentric Hearts full of life in an instant.

"Daddy~"

Lord Long Live got up from the dragon chair, and just as he was about to reach out to hug him, Chacha's millet teeth hid back, his small eyes were piercing, and he couldn't go in one direction.

"Grandfather is coming down~"

The Supreme Emperor carefully put his granddaughter on the ground. As soon as Chacha little jiojio touched the ground, he slipped away from the arms of the Long Live Lord and ran from the direction behind him.

That direction is where the dragon chair is, what is Chacha doing there...

"Little Sanhuang Crisp~"

Chacha bent down her little meaty legs, grabbed her heels with both hands, stared at her tall body with all her bright eyes, but was pitifully nestled in the small space of less than one-third of an acre of land.

Xiao San was taken aback for a moment, and immediately showed an embarrassing smile in capital letters.

The Supreme Emperor and the Empress Dowager immediately gathered around to watch.

"Wan San, why are you hiding under the emperor's cases? You just now, you, you..."

The queen mother looked at Xiao San under the table, and then looked at the emperor with strange eyes.

Facing the table is the position of the dragon chair. The emperor is sitting, and Ben San is squatting. Could it be that these two were just now...

No, I have to draft for Emperor Zhang Luo!But we must not let Wan San succeed!

Long Live Lord pressed the temple of Tiao Tiao, grabbed Chacha who was squatting on the ground into his arms, and knocked his chin on Chacha's fleshy and narrow shoulder: "Queen Mother, you think too much, things are not what you think Like that."

Long Live Lord didn't know how to explain clearly that the Empress Dowager was doubting whether he was straight, so he could only kick the leg of the table and cursed secretly: "Still coming out?"

Xiao San came out aggrieved and stretched his waist. It was in vain that he was an imposing man, and he was the prince of the dynasty. One day, he would hide under the table like a thief. that thing. . .

What about Ben Wang's cleansing powder?
Author: Yes, there are big bags, is one bag enough?
Queen Mother: Ai Jia thinks at least one stone is needed.

Chacha drooled silently: Is it wide, wide to seven?
Long Live Lord and Supreme Emperor: "..."

This topic couldn't go on, so Long Live Lord simply changed the topic abruptly.

"I don't know what is the important matter of the Supreme Emperor and the Empress Dowager coming here?"

　Tickets~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)