I am four and a half years old, and I am the daughter of a villain and tyrant.

It seems that my father is really not good at making food. I don't want to hurt his self-esteem, so I lied in good faith, "Father, actually the first time I made a cake, it was like this. It was either so dark that you couldn't see, or it was so hard that it could kill a dog. There’s still time to do it again.”

Xiao Wuji felt Xiaotuanzi's thoughtful encouragement and his expression was calm, "Actually, I also think that my cooking skills can be salvaged a little bit." As he said that, he picked up the cake and threw it out as if nothing had happened. Chengxi's butt was hit hard. , like being hit by a brick, the pain is so painful that the emperor is really guilty.

The sky had completely darkened, and Xiao Wuji's cake was ready again. The kitchen was filled with the rich smell of cake. Xiao Qiqi swallowed physiologically, but there was no longer any expectation in his big black eyes, so he poked it with chopsticks as usual. It was very soft and elastic when poked, which is what a cake should be. You could even pinch off a small part of it. At Xiao Wuji's signal, she closed her eyes tightly and put it in her mouth. What she was playing with was her heartbeat. As soon as you open the door, you can feel the pain that the eldest princess cannot swallow.

She chewed it twice. The cake was soft, sweet, and crispy just out of the oven. It felt like it was surrounded by spring clouds. It was so delicious that stars appeared in her eyes.

"It's done." This was her highest praise for this cake.

Chengxi saw Xiaotuanzi's expression and believed that the emperor's love cake was a success.

The pressure in Xiao Wuji's eyes also dissipated. This cake was made after a lot of hard work. Seeing Xiaotuanzi's greed, he couldn't starve her no matter how hard he worked, "Qiqi wants to eat, don't restrain yourself. I’ll make another one.”

Xiao Qiqi immediately put down his chopsticks and waved his hand. He is a good and good baby, "This cake is full of the father's unique feelings for the queen. Qiqi can't finish it."

"Qiqi is so good." Xiao Wuji was extremely moved.

In fact, Xiao Qiqi didn't really believe in her old father's cooking skills. She was afraid that he would make bricks again, so she didn't dare to take risks.

Changyang Palace.

Xiao Qiqi entered the palace first and presented Empress Yuan with a peace knot that had been prepared. The little yellow duck stuffed doll on it was stuffed with cotton and sewn with her own hands. Although the needlework was poor, the empress was very happy that she had this intention.

He held her in his arms and praised her all the time, but Xiaotuanzi was the only one in the palace who remembered her the most.

Xiao Qiqi observed the surrounding environment. The bright moon shone through the window, and the room was bright. The curtains were lightly rolled, and the lights were dim. Queen Yuan's skirt was flowing, and her face was gentle and charming, just like a smoke cage in the cold water. It was like a fleeting old dream waiting to be recalled. The atmosphere Feeling enough, Xiao Qiqi had some thoughts in her heart.

Touching Queen Yuan's hazy delicate hand, her big eyes were full of affection, "Foster mother, Qiqi is so lucky that she was even born on the same day as you."

Empress Yuan saw the rich emotions on her Baozi's face, and her stepmother's cry was not inappropriate at all. Qiqi was cute and smart, and she really hoped to stay by her side.

The misty and quiet environment always makes people say what is deep in their hearts, "Qiqi, I have been dreaming about the lost daughter recently. She would follow my skirt and act coquettishly. Sometimes I would happily pick her up, but in dreams There are always magnolia petals flying in the sky, and I can’t see her appearance clearly, but every time you give me a feeling very similar to that dream, I am lucky to have you as my adopted daughter.”

Xiao Qiqi's expression seemed to be still, her heart seemed to be pulled by a mysterious force to beat, the lights in her eyes seemed to have become the focus, fake and real, very far away, she had a strange It felt like she had lived for so long that everything around her seemed to have become ancient. From Yuan Qing'er's watery eyes, she saw that she was like pieces put together.

She vaguely felt that there was a kind of telepathy in the sea of ​​​​consciousness, which seemed to belong to the original owner of this body. It overlapped with her own spiritual power like lightning, just like the last time in the Chinese Academy of Sciences, she could not distinguish herself.