My Empress is My Bad Girl

Sanniang went on to Yan'er busy.

Yan'er lay in her arms, pumping something up, leaving only a small back of her head for Zhao Yuanjing.

Zhao Yuanjing looked at his sweaty round head melon seeds, secretly helpless.

Who told him to commit sins before, not only fierce Yan'er, but also fierce in front of him.

Yan'er can have a good impression of him.

Xu Hu watched from the sidelines, all heartbroken for his Highness.

"Go back first." Zhao Yuanjing told Xu Hu, "Find another carriage for me."

Most of the horse-drawn carriages hired by the people are simple and crude, not as gorgeous and comfortable as his horse-drawn carriages.

He wanted to make Yan'er sit more comfortable.

Xu Hu hurriedly responded.

As for Sanniang, she was a little embarrassed.

Although the young lady left the young master, she said that after a while, the uncle would come to pick up the young master.

But the lady didn't say the identity of the uncle, can she follow along?

When Papa Yi found out, he went to talk to Xu Hu.

Xu Hu said: "Let me tell you that our father's identity is not ordinary, and your daughter-in-law can follow her. That is her good fortune. When we get to the place, let her come back naturally."

Papa Yi can only agree.

Their family is blessed by Ming Clan and Yun Dai, and even if they die, they have to protect the young master. Not to mention just sending it back to help.

Sanniang went back to the house and packed Yan'er's clothes, diapers and other things, as well as a few small toys.

Yan'er stopped crying, holding a small cloth tiger, cleverly leaning in Sanniang's arms. A pair of **** and white eyes flickered and flickered, and her small face was white and lovely.

Zhao Yuanjing saw that the cloth tiger in his hand was old, and even frayed in some places, so he reached out and took it and said, "Don't ask for this worn and old thing. I will give you a new one when you get home."

Yan'er was stunned, looking at her empty hand, her mouth slowly opened, and then she started crying.

Zhao Yuanjing: "...what is this shabby like? And it's so ugly."

Yan Er didn't care, and couldn't understand, crying more fiercely.

Sanniang patted Yan'er on the back and coaxed, and whispered to Zhao Yuanjing, "Auntie, please return the cloth tiger to the young master. This was made by the young lady herself. Although it is old, the young master sleeps every day. Just holding it."

"She did it?" Zhao Yuanjing paused, and immediately returned the cloth tiger to Yan'er, trying to make his voice gentle, "Such a good cloth tiger should always be kept."

Yan'er hugged Buhuo, stopped crying, her mouth slumped, and leaned against Sanniang's shoulder in tears, leaving the back of her head for him.

Zhao Yuanjing smiled bitterly.

Xu Hu hired a carriage, but Sanniang didn't dare to ride Zhao Yuanjing's carriage, so she carried Yan'er into the back carriage.

On the way back to the palace, Yan'er was behaved, and fell asleep soon.

When he wakes up, the carriage has stopped at the gate of the palace.

Sanniang came out holding Yan'er, looking at the palace gate and the high red wall, everyone was stupid.

Uncle is actually a nobleman in the palace?

No wonder it's so extraordinary.

There were many people in the palace, and the news that the prince had brought a boy back spread instantly.

Liu Dequan kept guarding, seeing Sanniang, he didn't take it seriously, and he looked at Xiaohuangsun first.

He opened his eyes when he saw this.

This small face, phoenix eyes, and a straight nose were carved out of the same model as His Royal Highness.

If this were not for the prince's own flesh and blood, he would dare to eat the Buddha Chen in his hands.

Liu Dequan's heart, which was always hanging, came down and was completely determined.

He greeted him with a smile and said, "The servant pleases the little lord."

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