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

She wiped her eyes and looked up into a pair of deep peach blossom eyes. She was hooked. She hadn't seen him for half a month. Qin Su was on the road to becoming more beautiful. He was thinner, with sharp edges on his face and a tall height. The bridge of his nose was as straight as a jade sculpture, and his whole person exuded an unbreakable and fierce and evil aura. He looked like a boy of thirteen or fourteen years old.

He was unforgettable and willing to surrender. Xiao Qiqi could feel the cold wind rustling beside him, which was stronger than the tyrant's aura.

Since the emperor is leaving the palace today, the masters of the Shadow Pavilion must protect him secretly, so they will not pursue him for the time being.

There are already young concubines here who are so dazzled and drunk.

Xiao Linghui even forgot about the wine glass in his hand, and sprinkled a skirt of bright red peach blossom wine. Just one glance, and it lasted for thousands of years.

Xiao Qiqi seemed to see red hearts flying all over the sky. Qin Su's appearance that confused the world was simply poisonous.

He looked down at Xiao Qiqi, the disgust in his eyes undisguised, "Princess, your saliva is drooling."

The male protagonist was so direct that he didn't know why the saliva came out. She shyly took out the little yellow duck handkerchief and wiped it clean.

Her little pink skirt swayed slightly, and she felt the coolness on her back. Leng Buding met the dark and deep eyes of the great tyrant. His expression was unusually calm, as if nothing in the world could disturb his mind, but Xiao Qiqi felt like He was imprisoned by an invisible pressure and did not dare to move. Moreover, he could vaguely smell the strong smell of fruit wine in the air, which was very sour.

Tears were sore.

The big tyrant looked at her clasping her little chubby hands, looked silly and naive, coughed slightly, withdrew his eyes, domineeringly sorted the non-existent dust on the golden sleeves of the dragon, turned his head and asked Chengxi majestically: "Why? I didn’t prepare that purple brocade dress with moiré patterns.”

Chengxi clamped her anus tightly and felt uneasy. The emperor had never cared about clothes, but when he was stared at by those secretive and cold eyes, he knelt down tremblingly in anxiety, his head filled with questions: "Your Majesty... Your Majesty... .That piece of clothing was taken to the laundry department for cleaning yesterday, but it’s not dry yet.”

Even the concubines were confused. God knows why the emperor suddenly asked such a strange question.

Generally, except for the dragon robe, the emperor's daily clothes can be washed.

The purple brocade dress was the simplest of all the tyrant's clothes, but Xiaotuanzi once rolled around in his arms cutely and acted like a baby, so he spoke highly of this dress, and I guess he liked it very much.

Shi Chengxi didn't even see it and took it to be washed. He stared at Chengxi who was kneeling like a dog, with boundless pressure in his eyes and tone: "Get out of here and get thirty pieces."

Chengxi looked frightened and confused. His hemorrhoids were so frightened that he had to hold back the fart. He really couldn't figure out what went wrong and offended the emperor.

He went down to get the board quickly, with a graceful step.

Those beautiful concubines were also frightened.

Xiao Qiqi thought of that dress, and she teased the tyrant for wearing gay purple.

Fortunately, I conquered him through endless cuteness, otherwise I wouldn't have saved my butt. The big tyrant is indeed the same as in the original work, too moody.

He felt very sorry for Eunuch Chengxi, and if he broke the hemorrhoids, he would probably leak in the future.

The big tyrant glanced at her with a vague look, exuding a bit of chilling air. Xiao Qiqi was so frightened that both of her calves were slightly raised, her big eyes were covered with a layer of mist, and her mind was already in the Qiong Yao style. The plot of sadomasochism is gone. Does my father want to kill me? He lost one cub and still managed to make another litter. What I lost was the entire father's love.

She held her round face playfully with her two little hands, twitching her eyebrows, her eyes were filled with grief, and she was swaying this way and that, as if she was about to turn into a cloud.

The big tyrant can't understand. I just want her to come up and hug me. Now it's like a children's show. What should I do with this fat dumpling?

Qin Su quietly took a few steps back, fearing that she would be accidentally injured, and subconsciously holding on to her pants, fearing that what happened that night might cause something bad.

Six-year-old Shen Nan was so happy that she held her little face in laughter and swayed in the same way, "Princess Qiqi, what kind of dance are you doing?"

Xiao Qiqi's expression was solemn, completely absorbed in the drama, "Ke Yunwu."

One is fat, one is thin, one is tall and one is short, very rhythmic.

The concubine was infected by the children's atmosphere and was fascinated by it. Shen Xiang'er clapped her hands and applauded, "Baby, you dance so well."

Jin Ling hid outside the crowd and looked at the scene at the banquet. Her plain white face was calm. She remembered the scene where Hua Niang turned into a mummy. She looked at the gloomy sky. Maybe she was different from ordinary people. Same, the lights are shining brightly, the night is coming.

What the hell?Xiao Linghui finally couldn't stand it anymore and deliberately bumped into Xiao Qiqi when he left the table.

She spoke arrogantly, "Sister Qiqi, today is my father's birthday. Isn't the gift you prepared for my father this messy duck dance?"

Xiao Qiqi is fatter and moves very clumsily. From a distance, she does look like a waddling duck.

Xiao Wuji stared at Xiao Linghui with disgust. After not seeing her for half a month, she grew uglier and uglier. He wondered if he had been possessed by a monster before, so he thought she was obedient and nothing.

"I think Qiqi dances very well."

Xiao Linghui was so shocked that his arrogant eyes flashed. Xiao Qiqi couldn't count it as dancing at all. His father must have been stupid during the half month he was imprisoned.

She felt that Xiao Qiqi's opening method must be wrong. She firmly believed that this dance would be a hundred times better than hers.

Trying to stand out, "Father, Ling Hui can also dance like that."

As she spoke, she held her little face confidently and danced coquettishly, with a strong smile in her eyes.

The air was very cold, and the concubines all looked away tacitly, with unspeakable pain on their faces.

Xiao Wuji's face was so cold that he was stiff. Xiao Linghui was wearing a luxurious dark purple skirt today. He seemed to see a black eggplant opening its mouth and smiling at him from all directions. He also seemed to see a black witch doing something. It was a strange ritual. The shadow from last time was even deeper. He always felt that there would be a huge toad monster sticking out its big tongue and jumping in front of him. He couldn't drive it away even with his eyes closed.

The smile on Xiao Linghui's lips grew wider and wider, but it did not reach his eyes. He had a sullen face, and the veins on the back of his hands bulged. He sighed in his heart, what a sin he had suffered to give birth to such a monster.

I used to hold her when she was born, as if I was having a nightmare.