The tyrant's sweet pet petite bag

Chapter 350 "Chacha can't listen to the royal father's affairs, you know?"

Unexpectedly, they all came at this hour, and Long Live Lord was still not free.

Chongyan's height is just enough to see the inside through the window, Chacha can only survive in the cracks.

He Lanci stood on the ground, his facial contours were top-notch, but compared with the Long Live Lord, he still lacked the arrogance of a king visible to the naked eye.

Chacha tugged at the corner of Chongyan's clothes: "GeGeGeGe, I seem to have seen the human nest inside~"

Chongyan picked up Chacha, and Chacha could see it more clearly. Chongyan told Chacha: "Well, he is He Anjia's father, one of the powerful ministers in the court, and he is on an equal footing with my little cock grandfather. It's a bit strange, Father doesn't seem to like him very much."

He Lanci was Chongyan's prospective father-in-law, and the two continued to lie outside and listen.

After Long Live Lord's ruthless words hurt He Lanci, he laughed out loud: "Your Majesty is truly worthy of being the lord of a country. The emperor who pushed the Yanchi Dynasty into a peaceful and prosperous age is indeed a confused minister. A wise king who cares about all people , how can you keep a woman's life in your heart."

Long live Lord's brows and eyes turned cold: "He Lanci, I advise you, don't ruin yourself because of what happened back then because of impulsiveness."

There was a smile in He Lanci's eyes, but there was bitterness hidden in this smile, and only he could taste this taste alone.

Today, he just discussed the events of the year in a good manner, and he didn't take the advice of the Lord Long Live to heart at all.

He Lanci: "Buried? As early as five years ago, I died once because of Wen An's death. Now standing in front of His Majesty is nothing but my shell of He Lanci."

There seemed to be a dark wind blowing in the Hall of Concentric Heart, and the atmosphere in the hall suddenly became extremely gloomy and cold.

Master Long Live held the teacup and said in a calm voice, "You should have walked out a long time ago."

Outside the palace, Concubine Ning and Concubine Hua came.

The heavy soldiers saluted respectfully, and the maids in the hall also squatted to pay their respects.

Concubine Ning avoided their ceremony with a smile on her eyes, and the maids couldn't help but admire Concubine Ning in their hearts. Concubine Ning is the most gentle woman they have ever seen.

Chongyan and Chacha are eavesdropping.

Concubine Ning and Concubine Hua looked at each other, trying to stop them.

Concubine Hua pinched Chong Yan's ears, fortunately Chong Yan knew that he was eavesdropping, so he didn't dare to cry out, and cried out in pain, "Ouch, my mother, it hurts!"

"It hurts? Do you still know it hurts? Do you know what will happen to you if your father finds out about eavesdropping?"

Chacha stretched out her chubby hand, and called softly, "Er Niang~~"

Concubine Ning took Chacha over, scratched Chacha's little nose lightly, and said softly: "Chacha can't listen to his father's discussion of politics, you understand?"

Chacha nodded obediently.

Chong Yan covered his pinched ears depressedly: "My son is just curious."

After all, one of them is his own father and the other is his father-in-law. As a son and son-in-law, shouldn't he care more?
Concubine Hua acted as if she wanted to take off her shoes, and patted him with the soles of her shoes: "Then are you curious how many days will you stay on the bed when your mother slaps your ass?"

The atmosphere in the Hall of Concentricity is very dignified, indirectly infecting everyone in the entire palace.

The bright moon hangs high in the sky, and the swaying moonlight spreads a layer of silver on the golden glazed tiles and red palace walls, and everything is completely silent.

He Lanci shook his shoulders with a smile, outsiders had never seen him look like he lost his soul.

(End of this chapter)