Help!Crazy criticizing the tyrant, he spoils me every day

Chapter 159
Curly picked up the ball again, Xiaowei patted its little head in praise, and then said: "Take me to the city, and we will play together when we come back."

The curly hair became bigger, and she bent down to let Xiaowei sit on her back.

There are still matters in the palace waiting for Jin'er to deal with, she can't accompany her, so she tells Curly to protect the princess.

Curly Mao flew up into the air with Xiaowei on his back, left the castle and went to the city under Tianyi's watchful eye.

... The devil boy Alai lives in a small alley in the east of the city, and his grandmother's condition has worsened. He was unable to go to work in the field today and stayed at home to take care of his grandmother.

Xiaowei first went to the field to find someone, and after hearing what the foreman told him about his situation, he asked for his address.

Alai was squatting by the small stove in front of the house to light a fire, preparing to cook some porridge for grandma, and was very surprised to see His Royal Highness came down.

The tall curly hair couldn't squeeze into the narrow alley, so he could only land at the entrance of the alley, and then turned into a pet dog and followed Xiaoxiao into the alley.

"Little guy, how are you?" Xiaowei held the flower pot in one hand, and waved to Alai who got up from the ground with her free left hand.

"Your Royal Highness!" Alai saluted her respectfully, then set his eyes on the potted flower in her arms, blinking his big eyes.

Before working in the field, the concubine visited him several times and told him that the seeds he gave had taken root in the garden of the palace and were growing very well. She also said that she would send some to him when they were about to bloom.

"Is this grown from the flower seeds saved by grandma?" He summoned up the courage to take two steps forward so that he could have a better look at the lush green flowers.

"En!" Xiaowei walked up to the boy. "Look, a lot of buds have grown, and this one will bloom tomorrow."

Alai stretched out his hand to touch those lovely flower buds, his black eyes were full of surprised starlight.

The flowers in grandma's memory are now in front of my eyes, they are so green and tender, so cute.

"I'm going to show grandma," Alai said.

"Well, here you are!" Xiaowei handed the flower pot to the boy.

Alai took the flower pot, carefully guarded it in his arms, went into the open door, and went looking for grandma.

Hearing that the boy's grandmother was ill, Xiaowei, who was good at treating her, wanted to show her, so she also walked to the door.

A small light source block hangs in the air in the center of the room, and the weak light illuminates the room slightly.

In the narrow room of less than ten square meters, apart from a hardwood bed, there is a small table and two small chairs. On the table stacked with stone bricks in the corner, simple daily necessities and a change of clothes are neatly spread out. .

This is the living environment of the lowest level of demons, poor and hard.

Lying on the bed was a thin old woman, her eyes were closed tightly, she was motionless, her dry lips were slightly opened, trying to breathe the stale air in the room.

Alai sat by the bed with the flowerpot in his arms, and said to the old man, "Grandma, the princess sent those flowers you mentioned. Look at how well they grow."

Alai's voice was very loud, but when they got into the old man's ears, they became very ethereal. She tried her best to catch them, and understood her grandson's words from the broken voice.

She struggled to open her eyes, the loss of eyesight made her see almost nothing in this dark room, she could barely make out the figure of her grandson, the pot of flowers he brought to her was a black ball.

Grandma's eyes were blurred and she couldn't focus.

Knowing that she couldn't see clearly, Alai got up to take down the light source block hanging in the air, and returned to the bedside.

Under the light, the world in front of the old man's eyes became brighter, and she could distinguish the thin appearance of the grandson, the corners of his face and those big black and bright eyes.

The old man wanted to touch his grandson's face, but she was too weak to lift her hand at all.

(End of this chapter)