Tyrant Daddy’s Petite Bag

On the surface, A Yun promised to accept it, but in reality, he thought, who would like to be a sister with a **** like Mu Shuzhen?

She also expected that the Queen Mother would not ask the guards patrolling around, even if they saw that it was A Yun who pushed Mu Shuzhen down, so what?

Mu Shu is so timid as a mouse, he must not dare to say it.

At this moment, Mu Shuzhen was kneeling under the steps, the cold wind whizzing, she was holding the broken bracelet, she was very sad.

This is the kindness of the Queen's concubine to her, and it is all her fault that she is useless and destroyed by Ayun.

Mu Shuzhen's eyes were slightly red, and he sniffed.

At this time, for some reason, the voice of the little princess reverberated in my ears again—

"Don't you think about it and be taken seriously by everyone?"

Mu Shuzhen was stunned.

…

The next day, Gu Nuo'er woke up and saw the snow outside the window, covered in silver.

The little guy was very excited: "Snowflake~"

She was about to run out with her calf when she was pulled by Wan Xuan.

"Princess, we can't run out with so little clothes on, be careful of getting sick!"

Concubine Qiao was holding the heater beside her, she was most afraid of the cold, and at the moment there was a charcoal pot beside her.

There was a hint of sleepiness in her phoenix eyes: "put a few more clothes on Nuo'er today, don't let her freeze."

Wan Xuan responded, and then ignored Xiao Nuo'er's protest and dressed her with three layers inside and three layers outside.

When I walk, I sway because of too many clothes and inconvenient movement.

Like a walking white bun.

Gu Nuoer's milky voice was dissatisfied: "Mother! Wearing this way, Nuobao is so tired!"

Concubine Qiao tightened the furnace: "How come, Nuoer can't be greedy for cold, if she is sick, then she will regret it."

Even though she was already wearing a thick coat of fox velvet, she still felt chills.

Concubine Qiao looked at Gu Nuoer, even though she was wearing a bulge, she still felt that she was wearing less.

"Noble, or let's add a cloak, okay?"

Hot earth dragons are smoked in the hall, warm like spring, Gu Nuoer already feels hot.

When I heard that, my mother wanted to add clothes to her.

Gu Nuoer hurriedly ran out with her little feet: "Not cold, not cold at all!"

The little guy smothered his head and crashed into someone's arms.

This embrace was piercingly cold, as if it had just been fished out of ice water.

Wan Yin's surprised voice came from the side: "Princess, are you alright, why are you running in such a hurry?"

Gu Nuo'er raised her head, the tip of her nose was stained with the white snow on the man.

She blinked and moistened her eyes, and met a pair of cold and dangerous brows.

"Brother Siming! Why are you here?" Gu Nuoer recognized the person and called out obediently.

Today, Ye Siming was wearing a white coat with a high collar and a golden crown, which gave off a youthful spirit.

He lowered his brows, half-smile, and seemed to be gnashing his teeth—

"Didn't the princess want me to enter the palace every five days?"

How dare she forget?

Gu Nuoer suddenly realized, and clapped her head with her little hand: "Yes!"

She looked at Ye Siming, her eyes were sparkling, and her small hand grabbed his slender fingertips.

Gu Nuoer turned her head and shouted into the room: "Mother, brother Siming is here, I want him to play with me!"

Concubine Qiao's objection came: "It's snowing in the sky now, it's not suitable for you to go anywhere, just play in the palace!"

"No, I'm going to take Brother Siming to see my little Miaomiao at Liger Park!"

Speaking, the little guy dragged Ye Siming and ran into the snow.