Concubine comes to disaster

He suppressed the emotions on his face and asked Zuo Mu to push him into the snow in the courtyard.

Xiao Qiluo looked at the white snow falling in the air, suddenly a ball of snow fell towards Wu Yazi, he dodged nimbly, the snowball fell to the ground and shattered.

As soon as he turned around, another ball of snowball hit him with the speed of an arrow leaving the string, and he dodged again, the snowball brushed past his shoulder this time.

Come again, hide!

Fly another group, continue to hide!

Wu Yazi dodged around being attacked by the snowball, Xiao Qiluo turned his eyes and took a look at him.

There was a lot of snow on his hair, on his clothes, and on his face.

Xiao Qiluo looked at the snow again——

"Hurry up! Hurry up!!" His thirteenth uncle was loudly ordering his subordinates to hand him the snowball, and he attacked the little bookboy unsteadily.

Another ball flew over, this time, the big snowball was ready to hit Wu Yazi's forehead, and immediately, his still tender face was reddened a lot, and tears almost flowed down .

He wiped the snow off his face with his hands, and looked up at his attacker, only to see Master Thirteen looking at him with an arrogant and domineering face, and ordered——

"Hey, brat, you're pretending to be cool for my beloved little niece again, don't you want to charm her? Come here for me, I'll teach you a lesson, brat!"

"..." Wu Yazi shook off the snowflakes all over her body gracefully, gave him a blank look, and said lightly, "Childish."

He made this review briefly.

Hitomi Zhuye heard that such a big kid actually called him childish, so he took out the short dagger in his sleeve——

"Stinky boy, dare to say that this king is childish, this king will beat you until you can't stand up!" He quickly flew towards Wu Yazi with the short dagger in his hand.

In addition to making Qi Luo happy, he also wanted to see how the kid stretched out his hand.

Although sitting in a wheelchair, Hitomi Zhuye's every move is still so charming, the demeanor of the great general is gone.

It's a pity that he is not good at acting, otherwise today, he will definitely shine the most dazzling light.

Seeing the dagger flying towards him fiercely, Wu Yazi turned around, and the brush in his hand flew in the direction of Hitomi Zhuye.

Almost at the same time, the silk thread of the dagger was wrapped around Wu Yazi's neck, and the brush in Wu Yazi's hand hit Hitomi's wheelchair, and almost hit his hand directly.

Zhuye Tong was very surprised, this taciturn brat was so secretive, what is his origin? !

Thinking about it, he made another move, this time Snowball hit his vitals directly.

Wu Yazi jumped down from the steps, bent down and picked up a ball of snow and attacked Zhuye Tong.

The two had a snowball fight in front of Xiao Qiluo, and the snowballs, big and small, passed through the snow curtain like meteors and flew in all directions.

"Look, look! The Thirteenth Master is having a snowball fight with Wuya!" Lan'er dragged Xingbai out of the inner room, and many servant girls also ran out to watch after hearing this.

Thirteenth Master laughed!

Lord Thirteen is laughing! !

Immediately, the people watching were deeply moved. They especially remembered how the Thirteenth Lord hugged the princess and wept in pain when he returned. Now, after many days, his face finally showed a smile that was brighter than the sun .

"Master Thirteen, come on!"

"Master Thirteen, come on, Master Thirteen! Master Thirteen!!!"

The servant girls were blushing and heartbeating when they saw Tong Ye's neat and unrestrained movements. None of them wanted to cheer up the little book boy Wu Yazi. Someone is helping him.

When he was dodging, he turned his head and saw that everyone had long-lost smiles on their faces, only his little princess remained silent.

He dodges, and Hitomi Chaye's snowball hits him on the head accurately.

"Yeah! Lord Thirteen won! Lord Thirteen won!!"

The maids cheered from a distance, Zhuye Tong clapped her hands, and Xiao Guozi quickly took the handkerchief for him to wipe his hands.

"Winning a child, what's there to be happy about." Wu Yazi patted the snow on his head and said.

"Hmph! Wu Ya, you are not weak in martial arts. Regardless of your age, you lose if you lose. If you still want to play tricks, I will teach you a lesson, princess!" With his hips akimbo, he walked up to Wu Yazi and said.

"..." Khan, the house-by-house woman is amazing!

The little book boy was not spared either.

Wu Yazi clasped his fists together as a gesture of admitting defeat.

Emperor Zhuyao was dressed in white, which almost blended with the white of the world. He stood not far away and looked at his daughter who had no expression of joy, anger, sorrow or joy on his face, feeling pain like a needle pricking his heart.

A child without a mother is so pitiful, how can I make my daughter smile again?

As long as his daughter smiles, he is willing to do anything.

"Your Highness, the court elders who respectfully invite His Highness to return to Yaojing to ascend the throne are here again, and they are waiting in the hall." Xue Lan whispered from the side.

"There is also Zhuoligetu Khan of the Anyuan tribe with his fiancee Qiqige. Nuomin is also here to talk about border trade and borrowing troops." Leng Mei continued.

Emperor Zhuyao did not change his expression, he took off the black cloak on his body, handed it to the person beside him, and said without any discussion, "I want to accompany my daughter."

"Yes, I see, this subordinate will go back to them now."

Zhuyao Dynasty walked over to Qiluo, and picked up the little person. Qiluo was like a fragile doll, and he was afraid that he would break her accidentally.

He said softly—

"Qi Luo, go to build a snowman with your father and make a Qin tassel, okay?"

Xiao Qiluo seemed to have sensed something because of this sentence, she raised her head and looked at Emperor Zhuyao——