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

Chapter 51 Daddy wants to punish Feng Fuce
When Bai Zhi'er ran back to Ruizhu Palace in a hurry.

Taking advantage of the imperial guards not paying attention, he walked straight to the main hall with small feet.

Standing at the door, the little man held the door frame with his tender hands, and quietly poked his head in to check.

On the recliner, Feng Fuce was still sleeping with his eyes closed.

The young boy's brows were dark and cold, and even when he was asleep, he could still feel the chilling aura on his body.

Bai Zhi'er tiptoed in, ran to the soft couch and sat down.

At this time, he waved his little hand lightly.

She coughed lightly, and the little milk's voice was soft and waxy: "Brother Fuce? Brother Fuce! Why are you asleep!"

Feng Fuce slowly opened his eyes, his expression changed from the chaotic indifference he had just woken up to gradually clear and gloomy.

He stood up from the recliner: "I fell asleep without realizing it, you didn't run around?"

Bai Zhi'er raised her small face, and she couldn't even see the slightest bit of guilt on her delicate features.

"Wo didn't move, but you, who slept for a while, waited for Daddy to come, and Wo will complain, hum!"

Feng Fuce pulled his lips and smiled coldly.

Little liar.

In the evening, Bai Xilie came.

It seems that the situation is not optimistic, Bai Xilie's eyes are slightly anxious.

But the moment he saw his daughter, he adjusted his emotions.

"Children, let's see what Daddy brought you." Bai Xilie took out a string of Buddhist beads with nice-smelling sandalwood on it.

The workmanship is excellent, and the top-quality purple jade is also dropped.

Bai Zhi'er ran over with little feet, held it in his hand and looked at it.

Ok?Isn't this the stone used to pave the ground in the fairy palace?

Bai Xilie looked at the little man and blinked his big eyes.

Can't help chuckling: "The purple jade on it is rumored to be a jewel of immortals. It is said that wearing it often can prolong life."

"Daddy just got here today, and he thinks it is perfect for a baby. If you don't like this kind of Buddhist beads, Daddy will have someone dismantle them and make them into hairpins for you to wear."

Bai Zhi'er couldn't help opening her watery eyes.

Put stones from the ground on your head! ?

The little guy shook his head again and again, and his voice was sweet and soft: "Daddy, it's better not to be so troublesome, it's so beautiful, the child likes it, thank you Daddy!"

She accepted the beads.

In the mortal world, this kind of thing may be worth tens of millions of taels, but in Bai Zhi'er's eyes, it is just a few paving stones.

However, Daddy's kindness is precious and priceless, and she must treasure it carefully.

Bai Xilie patted his daughter's head: "Baby, go and wait for Daddy in the hall. Daddy has a few words to say to Wan Zonghou alone."

Bai Zhi'er nodded obediently, holding the Buddhist beads with her small hands, swinging them step by step.

When passing by Feng Fuce, she still stuck out her tongue and made a playful grimace.

Feng Fuce didn't change his face, his expression was calm.

However, the fingertips hanging in the sleeve moved slightly towards the palm.

When Bai Zhi'er was playing with the little tiger in the inner hall.

But he heard Bai Xilie's faintly suppressed angry reprimand from outside.

"How can you let the princess go to Shurawei alone!"

Bai Zhi'er paused as he pinched the cloth tiger.

A hint of worry rose in the little man's watery black eyes.

With small feet, she stood behind a peony vase half a person tall, eavesdropping on the movements of the outer hall.

Bai Xilie's eyeliner, after asking the imperial physician about Qingmei's situation, accidentally learned that after the princess went to Shurawei, Qingmei seemed to be in better spirits.

He was furious.

Once Qingmei contracted the disease and passed it on to Bai Zhi'er, she was only three years old, what a dangerous thing it would be!

Feng Fuce stood in front of Bai Xilie, neither humble nor overbearing.

Only the cold eyelashes drooped slightly, and there was no emotion on the fair handsome face, and he did not answer.

(End of this chapter)