Pampered Fei Brimming with Cuteness

The assistant manager of the household department forcedly smiled and hesitated for a moment. He said, "It’s good-looking, but the princess, the micro-committee advises you not to go in and disturb the emperor. The emperor is now on the air, you see the micro-communist is bombarded. Come out, you will go, isn't it going to the gun?"

Serving the two small palaces behind Tianfu, I looked at each other and thought: You are like this old face that is ugly than the dead mother, the emperor naturally wants to blow you out, but our little princess is the emperor. The treasure between the hearts, usually not even willing to be loud and fierce, how could it be shelled?

The little velvet bites his finger, and the little eyebrows are also smashed up: "That, the father is upset, is it for the cotton armor?"

At noon, she listened to more or less in the main hall. Without the cotton armor, the soldiers were infected with the cold, and they were attacked by the enemy, which made the morale of the army low.

The assistant minister of the house was smacked by the emperor, and his heart was wronged. He could only vomit with the little velvet: "The princess is wise, the emperor is making a lot of thunder for this matter, but the princess, this year is rainy and floods, the cotton output is greatly reduced. You can't make a lot of cotton armor, and you can't control it. You say it?"

After a pause, the ambassador of the Ministry of Housing slammed into the ground and said in a humble voice: "Princess, you are kind, and you must help the minister to speak a few words in front of the emperor. Don’t let the emperor anger. Chen!"

The little velvet head was a little bit, and with a sigh, he dragged the step into the royal study.

At this time, Long Yutian was standing in front of the window, hanging on the palm of his side, clenching into a fist, falling off the sunset, and some of his slender figure against the sorrow.

He was in a daze, and all he thought in his mind was the strategy of retreating the enemy. He did not notice that there was a little thing around him, and he was grabbing his robes with his hands.

Long Yutian just wanted to get angry, thinking that he was a slave who didn't know how to live. He came to disturb him, but he looked down and saw Xiaorong looking up at him with his head tilted.

Browing his brow, biting his lip, the little eyes that were so ignorant that day, put the scolding of Long Yutian that he would blurt out, and instantly pressed back into his stomach.

"Fleece, how come you?" Long Yutian used to pick her up and walked back to the chair.

Xiaorong took out the garland that had been prepared from behind, and put it on Long Yutian’s head, then slammed his claws with excitement: "Father, I give you a present, do you look good?"

Long Yutian rolled his eyes and looked at a weed and Xiaoyeju that slipped down on his forehead.

Although there was no mirror in front of him, he couldn't see how he was wearing a robes at the time, and the image of the weeds, but when he thought of a green head on his head, he couldn't help but twitch his mouth.

Feelings, this little Nizi ran over, giving a green hat to her!

However, looking at Xiaoluo's so happy look, the beautiful eyes flashed like two pearls, where is Long Yutian reluctant to suppress her enthusiasm?

"Good-looking, my family has no matter what the father is, and the father likes it!"

Xiaoronger looked up and smiled at Longyutian, like a carefree little angel.

Long Yutian told the dining room to prepare some exquisite snacks. The small velvet was nestled on Long Yutian’s leg, licking the apple and licking two, but he saw Long Yutian’s eyebrows, seemingly exhausted. .