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

Chapter 15 The Orphan Pulled From the Dead

Bai Zhi'er blinked her slender and curled eyelashes, and there was a look of reminiscence on her fair little face.

"Feng, Fu, Ce." She thought the name sounded familiar!
Not remembering who it was for a while, the little guy smiled brightly, showing a mouthful of small white teeth.

"The things he gave are very good, I like them! I will pick a good one later, and send them back!"

Embarrassment flashed across Qing's eyebrows, and she tried to suggest: "Princess...how about we stop returning the gift, and Wan Zonghou should give you things, as it should be."

Bai Zhi'er shook her head firmly, the flesh on her little face swayed like delicious panna cotta.

"Then how can I do it? My mother said that if you come and go, you are a good boy!"

Qingmei was silent.

She waved her hand and signaled the rest of the young eunuchs to step back.

After she and Bai Zhi'er were left alone, Qingmei said: "Princess, please listen to this servant's persuasion, and stay away from that Marquis Wan Zong."

Bai Zhi'er was playing with a few sapphires on the ground with her little feet.

Hearing this, she looked back, her big eyes filled with puzzlement: "Why?"

Qingmei lowered her voice, as if speaking louder would be heard by Feng Fuce.

"That Wan Zonghou, although he is a celebrity in front of the emperor, but he is only eight years old, and he has a lot of lives on his hands!"

"He brought hundreds of Shura envoys in embroidered clothes to kill those who disobeyed the emperor's order. Everyone said that he was full of hatred, like a ghost from the underworld, and he was just asking for his life!"

"Moreover, this person has a cold personality and is indifferent and arrogant to the emperor. If he hadn't had extraordinary abilities, how could he have been conferred the title of Wan Zonghou at the age of eight!"

When Qingmei talked about gossip, her eyebrows beamed with joy, her eyes concealed a secret fear, as if she was really terrified of Feng Fuce.

She exclaimed: "Marquis Wan Zong, do you know what the princess means? An ancestor who is under one person and above ten thousand people! This title is what he wants, which shows how arrogant he is."

"So, if we don't have to, let's stay away from him. I heard from the good sister of the Palace Affairs Secretary that there is still a smell of blood on Wan Zonghou!"

"When the people in the palace saw them, they all took a detour. No one wanted to get close to them, just because they were afraid of saying a few wrong words and losing their lives!"

Such a small ball of milk for the princess, meeting such an evil god in the world, is like tofu hitting the sword's edge.

Qingmei couldn't bear to let the little guy be bullied.

When Bai Zhi'er heard the words, she just opened her dark eyes curiously.

A desire to explore was written all over her tender and white face.

She asked childishly: "But, if he does this, does his family ignore him?"

"Family?" Qingmei waved her hands again and again: "Wan Zonghou is a child who was picked up from the dead when the emperor fought in all directions. He has long been an orphan!"

Bai Zhi'er lowered her slender long eyelashes: "He is so pitiful."

Qingmei thought she had heard wrong.

Until the little guy repeated it again, and sighed like a little adult.

"He is the same as a child, a child who was forced to separate from his parents..."

Qingmei's heart softened, and she looked at Bai Zhi'er with flickering eyes.

If it wasn't for the difference in status, she really wanted to hold the little princess in her arms and comfort her!
How can this poor and cute little person be so painful!
Bai Zhi'er's fleshy little finger fiddled with the wood butterfly's wings again.

I saw the wooden butterfly flapping its wings and flying around in the air again.

In the little man's clear eyes, the shadow of the wooden butterfly is reflected.

Feng Fuce must be a very dexterous little brother!
(End of this chapter)