The group pet sister was spoiled by the tyrant again

Chapter 9
After the tyrant sat on the stone bench swaggeringly, his cold eagle eyes swept over everyone present, and his eyes fell on the innocent and poor little girl. Seeing that a rag was stuffed in her mouth, his eyes sank, and then turned to Shooting at the silly nephew who stood by and looked around blankly.

"Su Zhao, what are you doing here?"

Su Zhao was brought back to his senses by this majestic voice, and saw the person who made his scalp numb, and was so frightened that he knelt down on the ground, "See... see the emperor, long live the emperor... long live long live."

The tyrant interrupted Su Zhao, "Speak on time."

"Minister, I saw the ninth princess sneaking towards this side, and thought that the emperor hates people approaching this place the most, so I came here to remind the ninth princess. Who knew that she not only refused to listen, but also relied on your favor, the emperor, to force and threaten the minister. Don't talk about it."

The man narrowed his eyes, and opened his Jingui mouth indifferently, "Really, Xiao Jiu?"

Su Jiu's eyes widened, as if the wider he stared, the more sincere he became, "Father, father, my son is really wronged."

The girl was wearing a long red cloak, her pink cheeks were a little reddened by the cold wind, and her almond eyes were clear and bright.

Really good as hell.

The appearance of the little girl was so convincing that the tyrant cast his cold eyes on the stupid nephew.

But unexpectedly found that this nephew was particularly unpleasant, and his voice suddenly became colder by dozens of degrees, "Running to the palace all day long, doing nothing, it seems that you are too free, go back and copy the thousand-character script a hundred times and show it to me for inspection."

Su Zhao: "!!!" Why did the topic suddenly change? ?
A hundred times! ! !

When can I finish writing.

Just as he was about to intercede, the superior man said without hesitation, "Send Su Shizi back to King Jin's Mansion."

Soon, the guards pressed Su Zhao, who was not very well-trained, back to the Jinwang Mansion, and even had to copy the thousand-character text a hundred times.

The little girl watched Su Zhao leave here, her dark eyes were full of nympho towards the tyrant, and her crisp milk voice suddenly increased, "Thank you, the rotten emperor, for saving my life!"

Su Yincheng: "..."

Su Jiu continued to hug his thigh hard, "The emperor's father is so handsome."

"I'm not so easy to fool. To be honest, why did I appear here?"

Su Jiu lowered his head, his face was flushed red, he didn't know whether he was sunburned or shy, "I... I want to surprise my father~"

The tyrant loosened his frown, and he couldn't detect a trace of tenderness in his voice, "What a surprise."

The little girl pulled her hand back mysteriously, and took out a wreath of flowers like a magic trick, "Hee hee, the flowers here are very beautiful. Xiao Jiu wants to weave a wreath for my father."

The tyrant looked at the flowers lying quietly in the hands of the little girl. It was golden autumn and there were not many blooming flowers, but there were many kinds of flowers on this wreath, which was very eye-catching.

The tyrant was about to reach out to take the gift given to him, but the little guy stretched it back. She rubbed her embroidered shoes against the ground while sniffling her nose.

"But Xiao Jiu has never heard that this is a restricted area, so he kindly did something wrong. I'm sorry, father."

The tyrant stretched out his strong arms and snatched his wreath, with his usual voice, "Those who don't know are innocent, I forgive you."

The little girl was very happy when she heard this sentence, the corners of her mouth curled up, and she kept complimenting her, "Thank you, the emperor's father, long live the emperor's father!"

Su Jiu was in a daze immersed in the villain's male god, who appeared with a glow like a god...

(End of this chapter)