I Became the Villain’s Own Daughter

  Chapter 1114 The little majesty is still crying?

Sure enough, it didn’t take long for the palace people to see that they were running away, and they had a tea time. Her Royal Highness, who was carrying a package on her back, was stunned by the monarch whose face was completely gloomy. Grasping, the two appeared outside the main hall together.

  It didn't take long again, in a corner not far from the entrance of the main hall, two familiar figures squatted again.

  The little girl was still rubbing her eyes, crying.

Xiao Jue Tianzun pinched her little fat face covered with tears, hating iron and steel, and said: "I only let you go to my uncle to ask questions, but I didn't let you go to my husband! Good for you, don't imitate, just go straight Beyond the."

After all, Si Lu is the "all-rounder" of the God Realm. He has many ideas and a wide range of knowledge. Maybe he can really deal with the 100,000 whys of this little fat girl, but this little fat girl is good, let her imitate, she directly surpassed. I really found a husband back.

  Little Lolita was already sad for her missing little fart. How could she hear other words, when Xiaoluo Tianzun suddenly pinched her.

   Her eyes were hazy with tears, she twitched, turned her head, and screamed into the hall:

   "Dad! Mom, she beat me!!!"

  Xiao Jue Tianzun: "..."

  To avoid adding crime to crime, Xiao Jue Tianzun quickly stretched out his hand to cover the mouth of the little accuser: "Who beat you! Don't wrong me."

   "Dad Dad~"

  Xiao Jue Tianzun let go a little bit, little Lolita turned her head and sobbed again: "Mom, she hit me again!"

  Xiao Jue Tianzun: "..."

  Half an hour later, Fusang received the news from the palace man and hurriedly entered the palace.

Just when I arrived outside the main hall, I saw her sister-in-law Wang Xiaojue staring at the sky blankly. The little Lolita next to her had tears streaming down her face, and tears continued to drip from her cheeks, forming two formations on her feet. Tuan Xiaopu, but she was still crying, she didn't mean to stop at all.

  The strangest thing is that the distance between one big and one small is enough to contain twenty people.

  Fusang was stunned, and was about to go to comfort the little girl. As soon as he stretched out his hand, Tianzun Xiao Jue stopped him: "Don't touch her!"

   "Huh?" Fusang looked back suspiciously.

  But it was too late, Fusang’s hand was already resting on the little girl’s petite shoulder.

  The little girl gave her a tearful look, then buried her head and cried: "Dad, my aunt bullied me too..."

  Fuso: "..."

  Xiao Jue Tianzun said in a low voice: "Don't pay attention to her, let her cry, and she will stop if she cries enough."

  Fusang looked at the two water puddles with anxiety: "How long has she been crying?"

  Xiao Jue Tianzun thought for a while, and said, "It's almost half an hour."

  Fusang was shocked: "For so long? Then let Brother Wang come out to coax him, if you keep crying, people will cry stupidly."

   "Don't, your brother Wang is determined to teach her a tough lesson this time,"

Xiao Jue Tianzun said, "Moreover, what is this? I cried for half an hour. In the past, she started at an hour, and she was too early to cry. Besides, she is crying more fiercely now. The more dumbfounded, maybe at the end we cried and forgot to cry the husband she just found, so that your brother Wang would laugh to death."

  Fuso: "..."

The little girl really cried for more than half an hour, and the small puddles on her feet with tears slowly turned into large puddles. With her teary eyes dim, she saw that her mother and aunt were far away from her and ignored her. She was tired when she cried and cried all by herself.

  I was aggrieved in the past, with red eyes, choked to Fusang and said: "Aunt, aunt, I think, I want to hear the story..."

  Speaking, she looked at Xiao Jue Tianzun again with tears, and whimpered: "Mom wants to hear too..."

  Xiao Jue Tianzun pinched her little fat face: "Little complaint, now you finally think of me?"

  The little girl nodded with tears, her red eyes looked a little pitiful: "Yeah. Mom, let's listen to the story together."

  Xiao Jue Tianzun almost laughed at it.

  But still winked Fusang and told her not to tell her!

   Telling stories to this little fat girl is a vicious circle.

  Fusang would tell her a new story in the world every time he came back from the tragedy, and this little guy would add fuel and jealousy to tell her father.

  Wait until her father finishes listening, after she finishes the beating.

  The little chubby girl finally remembered that she still had a mother, so she would come over to tell her without a long memory, and then the little chubby girl would receive two severe beatings.

  The final result was that she was crying miserably, and she and her father would be so angry that she could not eat for several days.

   Therefore, storytelling is a curse, everyone should not think of a good link, it should be completely eliminated!

  In fact, without her winking, Fusang would never tell the little girl again, because the little fat girl told her mother the story, and after being beaten by her mother, it was Fusang’s turn to listen to her story.

  So there was one more person who couldn't eat for several days.

   "I have told you all the stories before, and there are no new stories,"

  Fusang saw water vapor gradually appearing in little Lolita’s eyes and she was about to cry again, so she quickly said: “However, I just learned a few nursery rhymes below. You will definitely like it.”

  Then, Fusang sang the lyrics that he heard during the tribulation below: "I have a little donkey. I never ride it. One day I rode to the market on a whim..."

  Little Lolita asked in a low voice: "Auntie, what is kitten green?"

  Fuso: "..."

  Fusang thought for a while, changed a little donkey to show her: "Here, this is a little donkey."

  The little girl seems to understand but not understand.

After   , she asked again what "on a whim" meant.

  Fusang, who just came into contact with human culture and didn’t know much about four-character idioms, fell silent and changed the song decisively:

   "Hey, it's not important, come, my aunt will teach you another song, this one is simpler..."

  "I have a chicken in my left hand, a duck in my right hand, and a fat baby in my arms..."

  After another half an hour—

  In the hall, the young king raised his head from the memorial, and after counting the time, he asked the servant next to him: "His Royal Highness is still crying?"

   "It should be gone," the waiter shook his head and said, "It's only here under the Fusang Hall. It seems to be teaching the little majesty to sing."

"Sing?"

   Yeheng raised her brows.

   Before the waiter nodded, Ye Heng waved his big hand, and a scene outside the hall suddenly appeared in the air.

  The little chubby girl was singing, her small body squatted in the corner to reflect, but her little head shook, and the tender singing voice reached the ears of the two:

   "I have a little mother, I never ride, one day I rode my dad to catch chickens..."

"Then…"

  Little Lolita snapped, and sang happily: "Then I have a chicken in my left hand! A mother in my right hand! A fat dad in my arms, wow wow..."

   Yeheng: "..."

  Attendant: "..."

  His Royal Highness Fusang, is this dying? I dare to teach this kind of song to my Royal Highness!

  (End of this chapter)