I just want to be a group pet

Chapter 152 Don't Smell
Gongfang is the dirtiest place.

Li Aotian didn't say the second half of the sentence, leaving a long ending for Li Yushu to ponder on his own.

How could the clever little Yushu not understand the meaning of these words.

She squatted on the latrine pit and thought for a long time.

Suddenly, I thought of the ghostly sounds that I made at night when I was in the cold palace with my concubine mother. At that time, concubine mother would not let her go out in the middle of the night, saying that there would be unclean things entangled in me.

Now it seems that maybe it is true.

Li Yushu shuddered all over, just like this.

okay.

It even shivered out half of the feces.

She hurriedly cleared her buttocks, put on her underwear and ran out, her little face was bloodless, her eyes were much brighter than before: "Uncle Huang, I'm fine."

Li Aotian glanced at her indistinctly with his deep eyes, and the corners of his lips curled into a sly arc, thinking, this is the best way.

The little emperor just needs to clean up.

Whenever you give her a three-point color, she has to take it to the dyeing workshop.

"What about the mouse?" Li Aotian suddenly became concerned about the life of the mouse.

"I was smoked and ran away." Li Yushu said brazenly.

Little Yushu, let's grow some snacks, even mice are not afraid of you.

Li Aotian is deeply helpless.

The wind swayed the surrounding grass, and the sound was a little scary.

Coupled with the horror story played by Li Aotian before, this made Li Yushu feel cold from the bottom of his feet, always feeling that there was something following him.

She was scared and dragged behind Li Aotian, because she often looked back, so she stepped on the heel of Li Aotian's satin boots from time to time, and Li Aotian's face was like the bottom of the pot: "What is the emperor doing? Walk well, follow me Like a mouse, could it be that the emperor just learned from that mouse badly."

"Uncle Huang, don't talk, I always feel that there is a ghost." Li Yushu said mysteriously, those big black eyes glanced back and forth, and those small hands naturally clung to Li Aotian's arms: "Uncle, shh, let's go back quickly."

Li Aotian thought she was troublesome, so he had to let her hold her. As he walked, Li Aotian suddenly thought of something, and turned his eyes to the nagging little emperor: "The emperor washed his hands?"

"Zhen...not." Li Yushu slowly took his hand off Li Aotian's body.

Li Aotian kicked his eyes, and returned to the palace in great grief and indignation.

Li Yushu sniffed his little hand: "It doesn't stink."

She turned around and saw that there was no one there, the wind was blowing, and Li Yushu wanted to cry without tears: "Uncle Emperor, wait for me."

If you can't fall asleep after a while, then don't expect to fall asleep all night.

The cool bedroom is dyed with an orange halo.

Li Yushu held his belly and lay down on the thin quilt on the ground, sobbing one after another: "My stomach hurts, my stomach hurts, it hurts."

"The emperor wipes his hands first." Li Aotian soaked a face towel in hot and cold water and handed it to her.

Li Yushu took it over and wiped it on the ground carelessly, his little face turned pale, Li Aotian thought for a while, and said: "The emperor should sleep on the bed of the humble minister."

"Help me." Li Yushu was waiting for his words, the ground was icy cold, her stomach would turn into ice cubes.

Li Aotian helped her up, pinched her slender arms with one hand, and wrapped her waist with the other. Only then did he realize that the little emperor's waist is really slender, and the meat is soft and tender, like fresh clam shells. Clam meat, unlike himself, has hard muscles all over his body.

(End of this chapter)