Tyrant Daddy’s Petite Bag

Wan Yin and Wan Xuan looked at each other.

Good princess, that's not enough! ?

Wan Yin covered her lips and snickered: "If the Second Highness hears it, I will definitely buy all the pearl hairpins in the city for Her Royal Highness."

Wan Xuan hurriedly asked, "Princess Fangcai has already seen nine jewelry boxes, and there are six more in the storeroom. Would you like the servants to bring them together and the princess to choose carefully?"

Gu Nuo'er nodded and smiled sweetly: "Sister Wanxuan is the best, thank you for your hard work!"

Being stared at by the little girl Li Mou focused and affectionately, even Wan Xuan blushed, feeling very embarrassed.

"What are you polite about the princess and the servants?" After saying that, she hurried out.

Just happened to meet Qiao Guifei entering the hall.

"Mother!" Gu Nuo'er called out.

Concubine Qiao looked at the two skirts on Wan Yin's arms.

There are also six dresses on the huge flower, bird and pear wood screen.

Her beautiful eyebrows paused: "Nuoer, are you going to empty your family?"

Gu Nuo'er raised her eyebrows, squinted her eyes and said with a smile, "I'm choosing nice clothes. Today I'm going to see the Buddha's birthday with brother Siming. There are a lot of lanterns and sky lanterns to look at. Of course, I need to dress beautifully!"

"But mother, I don't have enough skirts, and I don't have enough pearl hairpins. I can't even wear them out!"

Concubine Qiao was stunned.

Four cabinets of clothes, she still said it wasn't enough.

Concubine Qiao looked at the distressed look of her precious daughter.

Her Nuo'er has also reached the age of a woman who is pleasing to herself?

Concubine Qiao walked over slowly and picked up a pearl tassel Mingyu hairpin in the box.

For the little girl, I slowly put the hairpin on Gao Wan's flowing fairy temples.

Immediately, the little girl's pretty, white and pink face was even more radiant and charming.

"This hairpin is very good-looking, and wearing your moon-white dress is the best."

Gu Nuo'er listened to her mother's words, and quickly changed it with the help of Wan Yin.

She specially wore a pair of white butterfly silk shoes that Ye Siming bought.

The whole person walked out from behind the screen, making Concubine Qiao and Wan Yin startled.

The pretty face is white and pink, as bright as a budding peony.

Long eyebrows Lianjuan, rubbed a touch of rouge, and the expression in his eyes was more lively. When he was not smiling, the pair of watery eyes seemed to be able to speak.

The moon-white skirt was slightly tucked in at the waist, which framed the little girl's light and familiar body very attractively.

Wan Yin said excitedly, "The princess is so beautiful, she looks like a fairy descending to earth!"

Gu Nuo'er looked in the mirror and was very satisfied.

She took the skirt and turned around: "Mother's eyes are so good, I will wear it like this!"

Concubine Qiao held her hand with a gentle smile, but there was a dark look in her eyes.

"Nuo'er, my mother is just about to tell you that today is the Buddha's birthday, so you have to accompany your mother to Taishi Temple for incense."

Gu Nuo'er opened her eyes in surprise: "But, I promised Brother Siming to go to see the lights with him at night."

Concubine Qiao patted the back of her hand: "Didn't you go at night? My mother asked Wan Xuan to send someone to the Bai Mansion to tell him that at night, let him wait for you at the entrance of Taishi Temple."

The little girl thought about it and nodded in agreement.

Anyway, when the time comes, it will be good to meet Brother Siming at Taishi Temple.

"However, mother, if we go out privately, will Daddy agree? Then he said that we won't take him to play!"

"Agreed, your father will come to Taishi Temple to find us when he is done with his work."

Gu Nuo'er blinked.

I'm going to go out with my parents in micro clothes again!

That's fine, accompany them during the day and go to Brother Siming to play at night!

Looking at her daughter's pretty and tender eyes, Concubine Qiao smiled and stroked her jet-black hair.

She wanted to find out what her daughter's mind was like before Ye Siming.