The tyrant's sweet pet petite bag

Chapter 65 Will they send their current crown prince, Murong Ying, as a representative
Ning Chaochun didn't know what Xiao San meant. Sweat was dripping from his forehead, and he was worried that he would offend this demon by slipping his words unintentionally.

"Yes... yes, speaking back to the prince, Xiaguan has a five-year-old granddaughter named Jiaman."

Xiao San snorted coldly, his eyes made Ning Chaochun look sharp: "Yes, they are both baby girls. When you talk to Ning Chaochun, one is a granddaughter and the other becomes a little bastard. Even Concubine Ning I was thrown into limbo by the imperial brother, but Concubine Ning gave birth to the imperial heir anyway, you called the imperial heir a bastard, dare to ask Lord Ning, do you have any opinion on the imperial brother?"

Ning Chaochun's pupils constricted suddenly, and he knelt down hastily: "My lord! How dare you offend me, and say something wrong with Long Live Lord!"

Seeing that the people in the room were almost scared to pee by Xiao San, when He Lanci appeared, they snorted.

Although He Lanci has made a lot of achievements in the officialdom, he is still young and has outstanding looks. If he hadn't always been accompanied by a slim little girl, no one would believe that the handsome young man in front of him is already the father of the child. up.

"King Xiaoyao is truly well-deserved of his reputation. In just a short while, he has tossed the two high officials of the court like this. After all, today is the game of my Helan Ci team. I hope King Xiaoyao can give us three points."

Xiao San kicked Shi Qiong away fiercely, the haughty man said nothing, and responded to He Lanci with shallow eyes, "All right."

Shi Qiong and Ning Chaochun sat next to each other tremblingly, afraid that another accident would offend Xiao San.

Xiao Er began to serve the dishes, and a wide variety of dishes were presented, all of which were delicious in color, fragrance, and taste. Xiao San couldn't help but think of Chacha, if Chacha was there, there would probably be a lot of halazi, this little gluttonous bag.

Xiao San's thoughts drifted into the palace, and he imagined the way his little chubby grinned at a table of delicacies, and couldn't help laughing out loud.

"How did you serve me!"

His thoughts were interrupted by the girl with dreadlocks next to He Lanci. She bared her teeth and taught the waiter who accidentally splashed a drop of soup on her just now.

"I'm sorry, Miss He! I didn't do it on purpose!"

The little girl immediately picked up the boiling hot soup bowl from the table and poured it on the waiter's face. The waiter couldn't dodge in time, covered his face and howled in unbearable pain.

"Let you, a dog slave, stain Miss Ben's clothes, this is the price!"

The little girl clapped her hands in satisfaction, and sat down to continue eating, completely disregarding the waiter's life and death.

He Lanci only called her with a solemn eyebrow: "An Jia, you are going too far."

He Anjia didn't take it seriously: "It was he who annoyed me first, my daughter just taught him the rules, and my father once told my daughter that without rules, nothing can be achieved."

He Lanci didn't add any more blame. It could be seen that the life of a mere shop boy was really not worth mentioning in the eyes of their father and daughter.

"Father, the annual Gourd Festival is coming soon. My daughter heard that the Northern Xia Dynasty will also send envoys. Daddy asked whether the Northern Xia Dynasty would send their current crown prince Murong Ying as a representative to participate in our Yanchi Dynasty's event. The Pumpkin Conference?"

After talking about Murong Ying, He Anjia's face was obviously blushed with embarrassment, and he was completely different from He Anjia who just poured hot soup on the waiter's face.

He Lanci knew what was wrong in his daughter's heart, so he lightly scratched He Anjia's nose: "Don't think daddy doesn't know what you're thinking, you're right, the prince of the Northern Xia Dynasty will indeed attend this year's Whether you can get the prince's favor at the Gourd Conference will depend on your own ability."

(End of this chapter)