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

"Father, be careful!" Xiao Douding screamed and crushed the big spider that fell on the side of Xiao Wuji's shoes. He took a step back in fear, looking at Xiao Douding's thin and brave look, his eyes showed some softness, " This is the kind of place you live in.”

Xiao Qiqi's purpose of bringing the tyrant here was to show him how miserable her life was. She looked at the tyrant obediently, and the heart-breaking and painful scenes in the TV series flashed through her little mind. After learning all his life about acting, he bit his mouth, felt a sore nose, and tears welled up freely. He threw out his handkerchief and burst out with emotion, "Father, except for the coldness in this side hall, everything else is actually very good."

The great tyrant's expression was cold, and he was crying so sadly that he must be having a good time here.

Chengxi couldn't stand it anymore. This house was not as gorgeous as his Chugong's western room. This was probably the worst princess in history.

He looked at the sun outside and respectfully reminded the tyrant, "Your Majesty, it's time for lunch."

Gu~~ Little Douding’s stomach growled.

The tyrant waited for a while but didn't see anyone passing the meal over. Xiao Qiqi's stomach growled a few more times.

The Pearl Protector was eager and humbly said to the tyrant: "Your Majesty, in fact, the princess is not living well here. For more than four years, she has often suffered from hunger and cold. Sometimes she is so hungry that she even drinks water to satisfy her hunger."

"Pearl, I'm living a good life, don't say anything." Her eyes were red, and she was wiping her tears.

There was some consideration in the eyes of the big tyrant. Xiaodouzi could be killed with one punch, and he suddenly felt guilty. "I'm hungry. Go back to the Hall of Nourishing Heart and have a meal with me."

"Thank you, Father." Xiaotuanzi's big eyes were filled with tears and full of energy.

This scene was not in vain, this was the effect she wanted.

The great tyrant's lunch was very sumptuous, and he was so good-looking that Xiao Qiqi ate the meal with pleasure and enjoyment.

Chengxi looked at the father and son having a harmonious meal, and his chrysanthemum face showed relief. In fact, it was good to have more children enjoying the Yangxin Hall.

She had eaten three meals a day in a hurry in the past few days, and she ate in a hurry. Xiao Wuji stared at her eating, with some emotion on his face. The little dumpling had his mouth full of food, like a little hamster, which broke his impression of the princess. In the traditional sense, this is worse than a starving ghost.

The dining atmosphere was extremely lively, and Xiao Wuji immediately decided to let Xiao Qiqi return to Chen Zhaoyuan. She thought that if the little dumpling was fatter and stronger, it might look more pleasing to the eye. Considering the environment at Fengluan Palace, it was estimated that Enough.

Chengxi seemed to be dazzled by what he saw, and the emperor's conscience found out.

"Father is the best." Xiao Qiqi let herself go a little, pouted her little mouth, and gave the big tyrant a sweet and soft treat.

Caught off guard, Xiao Wuji turned to stone, his narrow eyes opened wider and wider, his handsome face showed unprecedented shock, and a bit of indescribable shyness. In the trance, he had the illusion that Qing'er was sending him warmth, Xiaotuanzi's The round face is like a soft pink peach, and the eyebrows and eyebrows are a bit Qing'er, and they all reveal a bit of wild and open-mindedness.

Xiaotuanzi carefully observed the changes in the big tyrant's expression. Judging from his gradually unfurling eyebrows, the situation should be quite clear. The so-called finding wealth in danger, she rolled into the luxurious embrace of the big tyrant, and hugged him with his warm and soft little hands. Holding his slender and fair neck, she brought her coquettishness and cuteness to the extreme, her big black grape-like eyes flashed, and every time she opened her small mouth, she said auspicious words, "Father, you are the person Qiqi loves most in this world. Your love is like the sun in the sky, shining brightly. Qiqi will be sublime in your supreme kindness. My beloved father, you are Qiqi’s only myth." Her big watery eyes were filled with emotion. The extremely deep feelings made Xiao Wuji so sweet that he couldn't bear to look at them.

Xiaotuanzi said to him that there is something in the sky but nothing on the earth. He thinks this is too exaggerated.

However, he could still accept it in his heart, "Xiao Tuanzi, my father has seen your sharp-tongued ways all too often." Although his expression was calm, Xiao Qiqi could hear the happy ups and downs in his voice.

My father is quite arrogant. It seems that he will work hard on the road of being cute in the future. The second part of Xiao's time travel survival code is the ultimate sweet neon fart talk. The target is locked and the sky is full of excitement.

The big tyrant's food was so good that she couldn't stop eating. Her belly swelled into a ball, and then she got down to the ground with satisfaction. She spread her two short legs and walked awkwardly like a duck. Xiao Wuji really couldn't stand his bear-like appearance. , ordered Pearl to take her away.

The little dumpling rubbed the pearl-scented clothes and looked at the big tyrant in the distance, with a playful and cheerful smile on his rosy little face, and the light and shadow in his black eyes were somewhat captivating.

The big tyrant was attracted, as if he drank a bowl of heart-warming and stomach-warming Tremella soup, and thought of Qing'er in Changyang Palace. This familiar and long-lost feeling, is Xiaotuanzi discharging electricity to himself? Want to use this Lame way to please yourself, childish.

Chengxi saw him staring at the door without blinking for a long time, as if his soul had been taken away by the princess, so he boldly reminded: "Your Majesty, the white fungus soup you served has gone cold."

He calmly withdrew his gaze, took a taste gracefully, and looked at the empty armchair next to him. He always felt that it was not too sweet, so he returned to the imperial desk to deal with the memorial without appetite. He couldn't calm down even after flipping through several books. , Xiao Qiqi's soft laughter kept ringing in his mind, so he simply went back to his room to sleep.

In Weiyang Palace, Chen Zhaoyuan was surprised and moved when she heard from Pearl that the emperor had allowed her to raise Xiao Qiqi. She also called on the palace people to help her prepare a large table of dishes, including soup, sweet cakes and other soft and glutinous foods. The glutinous food had a warm aroma. Xiaotuanzi touched his belly that had just begun to digest, and ate several large bowls with tears of emotion. At the same time, he affectionately served Chen Zhaoyuan some food.

Pearl's nose was sore, but the princess finally came to an end and lived a normal life.

The slaves in Weiyang Palace all like the cute little dumpling. During this period of time, they have raised her to be very white and fat, just like a New Year doll.

The news that the tyrant took Xiao Tuanzi to have a meal at the Yangxin Palace quickly spread throughout the harem. Xiao Qiqi was undoubtedly the topic of gossip among the ladies in the harem. This public opinion storm directly affected Fengluan Palace.

In the inner hall, there was smoke and mist, and the strong scent of sandalwood floated out of the compartment. Xiao Linghui frowned and his eyes were dark red, secretly filled with hatred. After that useless thing died, the concubine hugged Xiaoyi and felt sad all day long. He turned a blind eye to the turmoil outside and lost all his fighting spirit.

The father would let that unworthy little hoof come to the Yangxin Palace for dinner. Her dark white face was full of displeasure and sarcasm. The most noble and shining princess in the harem would only be herself, and how proud she was of her. Heaven, the wind direction in the palace will be my own sooner or later. How can the light of a mere firefly compete with the bright moon?