However, now is not the time to condemn the little one, because, hehe...

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With his eyes narrowed to resemble the crescent moon in the sky, Helian Mousi smiled slyly and maliciously at Nanrong Jinghua.

"Master, oh no, no, we're not at the Imperial Academy now, so you're not a master anymore."

Helian Mousisi shook his little head in a very serious manner, then placed his chubby little hands over his mouth and coughed lightly.

Then the little girl pursed her lips, her curled eyelashes fluttered, and her grape-like, moist eyes...

She looked at Nanrong Jinghua with sparkling eyes, then suddenly became a little embarrassed, and said in a sweet, soft voice, as if shyly murmuring,

"Husband, my dear husband~"

Nan Rong Jinghua felt her heart tremble violently; her long, jade-like fingers trembled slightly, and when she tried to speak, she found her throat extremely dry.

"Sisi, what did you call me just now?"

As the saying goes, once you start, you'll start again. Helian Mousisi called it once, so the remaining two, three, four, five, and six times would just become a catchy rhyme.

After all, our Sisi is just like the Prime Minister, a little girl with a skin as thick as the walls of Beiyin!

"My dear husband, hee hee~"

At that moment, Helian Mousi's eyes seemed to shimmer with a myriad of brilliant lights, and the tiny starlight was enough to amaze Nan Rong and make her fall in love with them.

Buddha Lotus: "…………"

Oh no, 077 has run off with someone!

Oh no, 077 has been kidnapped by this god!!

No, no, 077 was originally this god!

But, but, oh no, oh no, Heavenly Father, help me!

“肆肆”

This warm morning unfolded quietly, accompanied by Nan Rong Jinghua's gentle and tender voice.

Outside this courtyard, a coup d'état was being quietly prepared amidst surging undercurrents, waiting for the opportune moment to deliver a fatal blow to the current Northern Yin.

However, this complex vortex has nothing to do with our adorable five-year-old son, Helian Mou Sisi.

This is because she has a father who protects her and brothers who love her just as much and don't want the young girl to get involved in this vortex.

**

The next day.

After a day of rest, little Helian Mousi Sisi will once again carry her cute little cloth bag to the Imperial College.

However, this time she's going with her future husband—oh wait, no, no, she's going with her handsome, divine teacher!

Hehe~

Riding with my handsome husband should have been a very happy thing.

Unfortunately, the little girl was too excited last night and couldn't sleep, so when she woke up this morning, she was completely listless.

"Oh my god, what is this?"

With her eyes still heavy with sleep, Sisi sat on the pear wood chair by the dressing table.

A little hand casually touched her hair, and oh my god, Sisi's hair is falling out?!

Heavens, heavens, Sisi is only five years old, why, why is she experiencing the human suffering of losing hair?

Sisi's little head immediately started buzzing. Staring at the few strands of hair in her little palm, she unconsciously muttered to herself.

"Staying up late, staying up late, my little bald baby... Is Sisi going to become a bald baby?"

Wait, wait, wait, wait, she's no longer that invincible little cutie?

No!

Not good!

That's terrifying!

At this moment, Nan Rong Jinghua stood behind the little girl, her slender, jade-like fingers holding a peach wood comb. Hearing the little girl's soft murmurs, she raised an eyebrow slightly.