Supreme Killer Concubine: Feng Po Jiuxiao

Qingyan wanted to take Taoyao to take a bath while he went to review the memorial, but he was afraid that he would be distressed if Taoyao came out, so he thought for a while and ordered: "Luzhong, bring a few more heavenly soldiers and go to Jiang Move all the memorials here, and set up a desk in the bedroom, and I will use these memorials in the future."

"Yes..." Lu Zhong didn't dare to raise his hand to wipe the cold sweat on his head until he was out of the door. His mother, for a little doll, even the study room has to be moved to the bedroom. What kind of rhythm is this, Your Majesty? ah?Very scary!

Lu Chong has been with Qingyan for more than ten years, but he has never seen Tianjun have such a good temper, such patience, and such tenderness towards anyone.

This little peach spirit, I really don't know what great merits she has accumulated in her previous life. First, she won the favor of the empress and empress of the demon clan, and took her as her daughter. , It's really going against the sky.

Lu Zhong has been with Qingyan for a long time, so he naturally knows some of his temper. Although he looks like a domineering but not gentle Tianjun, that gentleness is actually an illusion. Bringing coldness and ruthlessness.

With such a person, he would be fake to everyone, but the way he looked at that little Tao Zijing really loved him.

Lu Chong sighed, the direction of the wind in the sky is about to change, and the object of everyone's favor in the future must be this favored little peach spirit.

It is estimated that those female fairies who wished to be the queen of heaven should try their best to please her, and then win her favor, and then make His Majesty Tianjun love the house, tsk tsk... the Tiangong will be lively in the future.

Although Lu Zhong was thinking about things in his heart, he was not sloppy in handling things. He brought dozens of heavenly soldiers at once, folded desks and chairs, and moved them all into Qingmao's bedroom in one go. . . . .

Their speed was extremely fast, and after everything was placed, Hanyou came out holding Taoyao wrapped in a towel into a small rice dumpling.

Only one head of Taoyao was exposed, her hair was all loose, sticking to her head wetly, her fleshy little face was pink and tender, as if water could be squeezed out with a pinch, it was so watery, it was so cute.

She pursed her mouth slightly, as if she was not very happy, but when she saw Qingyan, her eyes rolled, she immediately straightened up from Hanyou's arms, stretched out her two lotus-like arms from the towel, and shouted at Qingyan: "Uncle , Hug, feel sleepy."

For such a voice, Qingyan really had no resistance at all, and quickly hugged Taoyao in her arms, the little guy really smelled delicious, and as soon as she was hugged into her arms, she asked that the peach fragrance on her body became even stronger.

Qingyan stroked her dripping hair, frowned and looked at Hanyou displeasedly, "Hair is still wet, why don't you let her dry it?"

Hanyou quickly admitted her mistake, "Return to Your Majesty, Miss said that she likes wet hair and doesn't want...to dry it."

Qingyan ignored him and lowered his head to rub Taoyao's soft face with his chin, "Is that so?"

Taoyao was already a little sleepy, and she began to doze off when lying in Qingmao's arms. She let out a monosyllable from her nose, "Mmm..."

The corners of Qingyan's lips curled up, "I don't want to dry it, and I can't drip water like this,"

Taoyao didn't like her hair to be dried by spells, so he could only use a towel to manually dry her hair until it was half dry.

After wiping his head, the little guy has a small mouth and is fast asleep.

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