My Empress is My Bad Girl

Among them, I don’t know how many people are wearing white shirts like toddlers.

The baby's skirt was issued by Piaoyunzhuang uniformly, representing her identity as a personally passed-on disciple. In the entire Piaoyun Village, there are no more than thirty people who can wear this dress.

And when I glanced around here at random, there was a large group of people in white clothes.

Shui Yijun smiled and said, "Now, do you think you can still show stuffing?"

"So this disciple's clothes can be worn at will?" the child asked.

"Naturally not. The registration in Piaoyunzhuang is strict. No one will dare to go over and wear clothes that do not belong to their own identity. However," Shui Yijun said, "This is a bazaar, which is relatively free. No one will No matter what everyone wears."

"No wonder."

The toddler looked around as he walked, "This way, it's quite interesting."

There are all kinds of stalls on the roadside, and the things they sell are also strange.

Some sell herbs, some sell weapons, and even sell food and clothing.

After shopping for a while, the toddler bought an exquisite silver needle sleeve arrow and tied it to his wrist. It couldn't be better as a hidden weapon.

Although it cost her a hundred taels of silver, it is difficult for a daughter to buy the love of her heart, and children are not the kind of people who value money.

"There is no money this month." The child touched the Xiujian very lovingly, "I didn't expect anyone here to be able to make such a sophisticated hidden weapon mechanism with real craftsmanship. And it's cheap, only one hundred taels of silver."

Shui Yijun smiled: "It seems that you are indeed from an extraordinary background. A hundred taels of silver is like a few pennies in your eyes."

"As the saying goes, the daughter has gone and returned."

"Well, it's chic."

"My mother is the one who regards money as dung."

"From your mouth, your mother is a legendary woman." Shui Yijun smiled, "If I have a chance, I really want to be strong."

The toddler laughed and said, "It is not easy to see my mother. Even I don't know where she is now."

"Oh? Isn't she at home?"

"I went on a trip with my dad. The couple lived very freely."

"that's nice."

Shui Yijun smiled and said, "As far as I can remember, my mother has never left Piaoyun Village. After separating from my father that year, she was still young and never remarried. This Piaoyun Village is like a cage, keeping her Stuck."

The child said: "Piaoyun Village is not a cage. The real cage is in her heart."

Shui Yijun said in amazement: "Talking to young children has gained a lot."

The toddler smiled and pulled up his sleeve. "There is a smell coming from over there. Could there be something delicious? Let's go and taste it."

Sure enough, it's eating.

The infants are healthy and can bear eating and drinking. Shui Yijun has weak intestines and stomach. He can't even drink tea at will. He just smiles and watches her eat.

The child pushed a bowl of wonton to him: "It's delicious and fragrant, you can taste it."

Shui Yijun only ate half of the wonton and put it aside.

"Doesn't it suit your appetite?" the child raised his head and asked.

"No, it's delicious. It's just that I don't have the appetite to eat these easily."

"Your physique is too weak." The child shook his head, "Why don't you regulate your stomach?"

"Why haven't I. I have taken more medicine these years than rice, and it has never been better. A little bit of meaty and greasy food will not be able to restrain it. The doctor said, this is because of my inherent weak physique."

"That's fine."

When the infant heard it, he didn't force him to eat and drink enough, and after paying, he dragged him away.