shock!The tyrant's group pet cub is the daughter of heaven

Chapter 11 Only the corpse is left, do you still want it?
Thinking that Feng Fuce is now the celebrity in front of Bai Xilie.

He is also in charge of the Embroidered Clothes Shura Envoy, who kills people first and then kills them.

Even if Kang Wang is a relative of the emperor, he still has to give Feng Fuce some kind of favor.

He raised a smirk and went forward to say hello: "Wan Zonghou, what a coincidence, you are looking for the emperor?"

Before Kang Wang approached, he saw Feng Fuce raised a hand to signal him to stop, and Kang Wang involuntarily stopped on the spot.

Feng Fuce only looks like a boy of eight or nine years old, but he has a pair of clear and lingling eyes.

This time, the long eyebrows were raised leisurely, with a hint of banter.

"Prince Kang stayed behind. I was just passing by. It was only when I heard that the prince begged the emperor for a girl from the Huang family that I was willing to stay and listen."

As he said that, he snorted: "But it's a pity that the prince is too late. That girl Huang was hit by a pillar and died last night. If the prince wants it, I can send someone to transfer the body to the palace."

Kang Wang was taken aback.

He frowned and waved his hands again and again: "No, no, no!"

Feng Fuce has a handsome face like a fairy, but his words are like a Shura ghost!

Kang Wang felt unlucky and hurriedly said: "Your Majesty, I will leave first."

After finishing speaking, he hurried out of the palace.

At this moment, the teasing sneer on Feng Fuce's face gradually cooled down.

It was like a white jade that had been burned by fire. Although his eyes were dark and bright, there was still a chill.

He looked at the faint sickness lingering on Kang Wang's body.

Apparently, it was smallpox.

Feng Fuce clicked his tongue and laughed: "Are you going to die again?"

If he read it right just now, King Kang had spoken to the emperor and the princess at close range.

The little guy who picked up sweet potatoes was full of spiritual fragrance.

It looks delicious.

It would be a pity if it died.

……

In order to take care of his daughter conveniently, Bai Xilie asked the palace staff to tidy up the Ruizhu Palace behind his Qianyuan Hall and give it to Bai Zhi'er to live in.

The Ruizhu Palace was originally reserved for the queen, with gorgeous and dignified decoration, majestic and majestic.

Now Bai Zhi'er's mother hasn't come back yet, so Bai Zhi'er, a small person, lives in the huge palace first.

Bai Xilie equipped her with 34 palace attendants.

There are everything from personal service to sedan chair bearers.

At this moment, Bai Zhi'er was sitting in front of the table, looking at sixteen plates of assorted pastries in front of him.

The big water eyes blinked and blinked, wanting to taste any of them.

Bai Xilie and the minister went to the imperial study to discuss matters. When the little guy woke up, he found that there were a bunch of beautiful big sisters in the palace!

The leader is Qingmei, who is about 15 years old and looks delicate and smart.

She was arranged by the Palace Affairs Secretary to be Bai Zhi'er's personal maid.

"His Royal Highness, these are made by servants. You can try and see which one you like. From now on, servants will prepare delicious food for you every day."

Qingmei looked at Bai Zhi'er's exquisite and cute little face, and rolled her eyes with a smile.

The princess looks really delicate and well-behaved, and she is a white ball, which makes people want to hold her in her arms.

"Sister Qingmei," Bai Zhi'er said sweetly, "Your skills are really good!"

She picked up a piece of jujube cake, bit it into her mouth, and narrowed her eyes in satisfaction.

It was much better than the fairy wind jade dew that my mother gave her to drink every time!
Qingmei looked at Bai Zhi'er's puffy face, and her smile deepened: "It's as long as the princess likes it. Come, there are more here."

She held a pastry plate in both hands, and someone took the pastry plate that Bai Zhi'er had eaten to a distance, and put the pastry plate that she hadn't eaten in front of her.

(End of this chapter)