"No, he wants you to be celibate. Also, there are no princes in Bei Yin. If there are any in the future, they will be your imperial brothers. Stop daydreaming."
Helian Nie carried Mou Sisi in one arm as he stepped into the hall and sat down on a golden nanmu chair.
One thing is one thing: Si Bei Tao Hua approached Chou Dong Xi repeatedly, but taking Chou Dong Xi's sketchbook is another.
On this point, he and Si Beitaohua were largely in agreement: to remain clear-headed and avoid indulging in unrealistic fantasies.
Xiao Linzi quickly served tea, and because Mou Sisi was there, Xiao Linzi also specially had someone bring out sweet snacks, making sure everything was provided.
Helian, the daydreamer, Sisi: "..."
Watching Helian Nie elegantly sipping tea, Sisi pouted, feeling that this little cutie needed to make a little excuse.
"Father, Sisi is a girl."
Helian Nie raised an eyebrow slightly, his expression undeniable, but his devilishly handsome face seemed to say: And then what?
Sure enough, Sisi understood. She wiggled her little bottom and sat up straight on the nanmu chair.
She picked up a candied fruit from the table and popped it into her mouth before continuing to reason with the villainous tyrant.
"Well, girls like to eat sweet candy and they also like pretty flowers. The storybook is about sweet stories, which is why Sisi likes it."
Helian Nie spoke so eloquently that his eyelids twitched violently, and he pinched the girl's cheek without hesitation.
"You still have the nerve to talk back?"
The little girl, her soft flesh pinched, fluttered her curled eyelashes, pouted her small, oily lips, and looked at Helian Nie with her grape-like, watery eyes, speaking righteously.
“Father, you can’t just bully this little cutie like Sisi because you can’t win against her.”
"Although Sisi is now a six-year-old big kid, big kids still have their little tempers."
Helian Nie was almost laughing in anger at this ugly thing. He narrowed his long, narrow, peach-blossom eyes and raised his other hand.
He pinched the soft flesh of the little girl's other cheek, and even rubbed it with a wicked, punishing tone, his voice chilling and sinister.
Are you threatening me?
Look at how this ugly thing has become so unambitious, still acting like a big kid with a temper.
"No, Sisi is just reasoning with Father. Sisi is a very good girl, Father's little darling!"
Sisi's little face was being pinched, and she didn't dare to move. Her grape-like, watery eyes blinked frantically, sending out waves of cuteness.
"I don't want to reason with you. The bamboo on the back mountain is so green, and there's a long eagle..."
Mou Sisi: "!!!" (Panic.jpg)
With a chubby little hand, she covered Helian Nie's thin, red lips, her gesture flattering and ingratiating.
"Father, I was wrong. Reasoning is not important. What's important is that what Father says is right!"
Helian Nie, the doting father, smiled and lowered his hand from the little girl's cheek, saying with satisfaction, "Very good."
Sisi covered her chubby little face with her chubby little hands, her face scrunched up, her little heart aching.
Waaah, in the end, it was this adorable Sisi who shouldered everything.
...
That day, Sisi got a free meal at the home of a certain villainous tyrant, and then, with tiny, hurried steps, returned to Yongqing Palace.
When she arrived, the little girl was carrying a Buddhist scripture in her arms; when she left, in addition to the Buddhist scripture, she also had a copy of the Heart Sutra in her arms.
The autumn wind is bleak, and occasionally yellowed leaves drift down to the ground under the shade of the trees.
A six-year-old child was walking with two Buddhist scriptures in his arms. His small figure looked particularly sad and miserable.
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