The tyrant's sweet pet petite bag

Chapter 137 Representative Teams of the Northern Xia Dynasty Enter Beijing One after another

Today is definitely the most stressful day for the Imperial Dining Room.

Because not only His Majesty arrived, but even civil and military officials were stuffed into their small imperial dining room.

How could they care about the dishes and fruits on the day of the Pumpkin Conference? Their eyes never moved away from the little princess!
The Imperial Dining Room went on strike today. In the backyard, there were more than a dozen kinds of fresh and sweet fruits.

There are grapes, apples, pears, and peaches in the north, and mangoes, durians, lychees, and pomegranates in the south.

Chacha hurriedly took out her own sheep and goat cloth bag, and filled the bag with all the beautiful fruits.

hey hey hey hey hey hey~~
After seeing his daughter's move, the Long Live Lord couldn't help hugging her in distress, and touched her soft and smooth face: "Chacha, you can eat whatever you want here. From now on, you can eat whatever you want, no need to pretend After a while, Daddy will send all of these to Tingzhu Palace, so that Chacha can eat his fill!"

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The Gourd Conference is about to be held, and the representative teams of the Northern Xia Dynasty have also entered Beijing one after another, settling in the No. [-] restaurant in the capital, the VIP suite of Fulu Yipin.

The representative person this time is Murong Ying, the prince of the Northern Xia Dynasty, accompanied by Wei Wuyue, the current national teacher of the Northern Xia Dynasty, and Pi Xiuxiu, a first-class general.

The Pumpkin Festival was approaching, and the people in the entire capital were very excited. At night, thousands of houses were lit up and the alleys were empty. Like Murong Ying, who loves to join in the fun, he couldn't resist it at all.

Murong Ying, who was just about to go down to join in the fun, opened the door, and saw a handsome man with fluttering white hair standing in front of his room with a big knife in his arms, quietly meditating with his eyes closed.

"Master Wei, even if you are so angry that you can't sleep, don't lay your dead body at the door of my room. Look at how scary this night is."

The beautiful man dressed in a blue-green cloud crane uniform was about to go wandering with a purse in his pocket, but Wei Wuyue, a white-haired man with closed eyes and resting his mind, just passed by, grabbed the back of his neck and lifted him alive.

"Hey, hey, you want to kill the prince, don't you?"

Only then did Wei Wuyue open his eyes, coldly: "His Royal Highness, when we left, His Majesty specifically instructed that the ministers must take good care of His Royal Highness, especially not to go out after dark, until the Golden Melon Conference is successfully concluded, His Highness, please go back and rest. .”

Murong Ying went back cursing in his heart, closed the door, rolled his dark eyes, thinking, anyway, it's so lively outside now, it can't be over in a while, he just waited for Wei Wuyue, an old antique, to go back to his room to sleep Why don't you just go out and have fun?

Hee hee hee, he is such a clever little ghost.

As soon as he returned to the bed happily and waited for Wei Wuyue to leave, Wei Wuyue's voice came from outside the house: "Tonight, I will guard the door of His Highness the Prince's room day and night. Your Highness should give up the idea of ​​sneaking out as soon as possible."

Murong Ying pouted for Wei Wuyue on the bed...

"Also, there are our people on the street outside, so His Royal Highness don't play tricks of jumping out of windows, it's useless."

Murong Ying rolled over from the bed and tied Wei Wuyue's villain...

Next to the suite is the room of Pi Xiuxiu, a general of the Northern Xia Dynasty.

Murong Ying was tearing up at Wei Wuyue's villain when he heard Pi Xiuxiu's voice coming from the direction of the suite next door.

"Your Highness, are you asleep, Your Highness?"

　Murong Ying: It’s not easy, I’m here_(:з」∠)_
　　
　
(End of this chapter)