The group pet cub of the villain tyrant

Chapter 244 What is your advice?
He Lianyi bent down lightly, and hugged the little girl who was still twisting, her little body suddenly flew into the air,
With a short hand, a certain Sisi subconsciously hugged his warm brother's neck tightly.

"Your Highness, is this the little princess? She's so cute!"

"Yes, the little princess is so good."

"..." "..."

At some point, a group of people had already gathered around. Seeing Helian Sisi's cute and cute appearance, everyone liked it very much.

A group of people chattered, some genuinely thought He Liansi was cute, and some had other reasons, no matter what kind,
Anyway, now, our Helian Nymphomaniac is surrounded by a group of good-looking big brothers and sisters,
A certain Sisi is so happy that pink bubbles are bursting out, the pink and tender little face, the bright and bright smile,

Even brighter and brighter than the scorching sun in midsummer, show off to this big brother for a while,

For a while, she acted coquettishly with that big sister, and interpreted a sea king scum girl clearly and clearly.

He Lianyi chuckled helplessly, and let the little girl make noise, but when someone wanted to hug He Liansi,
But He Lianyi refused to let it go, heck, I don't have much time to spend with Little Huangmei, how could I let others hug her.

He Lianyou, a six-year-old doll, was sitting quietly on a wooden stool beside the corridor, with pitch-black eyes, looking at the happy little princess surrounded by everyone,

He Lianyou, a six-year-old doll who likes to be quiet, tilted his head lightly, expressing his incomprehension, and another doubt was written in the small book:
Surrounded by so many people talking non-stop, why doesn't Little Huangmei feel noisy?

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Yuelou.

Everyone in the Jianghu knows the reputation of Yuelou, but few people know that the main base of Yuelou is in a music workshop in the capital city.

"The general weeps for his family and country, drinking poison into his throat, splashing blood on the city gates to frighten the enemy, Chaotianque reorganizing the rivers and mountains and swearing to the death, boiling snow and cooking wine at the foot of Helan Mountain,"

"The eagle's feathers and the golden servant girl covered the day with ten thousand arrows, raised their arms and waved the beacon fire and roared, and when the rain was not ready, Wei Miao drank alone and shook the mountain..."

Before entering the workshop, I heard its music first.

The long eagle has a cold expression on its tense face, cold eyes, a sword in its waist, and a raised hand,
The entire column of sword guards following behind them stepped into the music hall first, and all of a sudden, the people listening to the music scattered like birds and beasts.

In the lively music hall, only the performers on the stage and Xiaoer who was serving tea and drinking water in the teaching hall were left in an instant.

Changying stepped in, his tense face was icy cold, his eyes were cold, and there was no trace of half-hearted emotion in his eyes.

The actresses who were still singing on the stage, and the servants who were serving tea and water, now looked solemn and ready to go, obviously they are the habits of martial arts practitioners.

"I don't know if all the officials are so powerful, come to my music workshop, but what advice do you have?"

A soft voice came from upstairs.

The people downstairs looked up, and saw the door of a private room upstairs was opened, and a man in a peach pink robe and an ink fan came out.
The man's face was painted with powder, his lips were dotted with rouge, and his fox eyes were slightly raised. He was the one who discussed with Wen Yi in the study in the dark room that day.

When the man gazed at the Chang Ying headed by the Imperial Forest Army, the strength of the fan in his hand tightened suddenly, it was him!
"At the end of the day, under the order of the emperor, I will come to your workshop and give some gifts to the owner of the workshop."

Chang Ying's eyes were sharp, and he looked at the man upstairs, and his mouth was cold and blunt as a routine, and he couldn't hear the slightest affection.

　A song I like very much, the name of the song is (The General Weeps).

　　
　
(End of this chapter)