I Became the Villain’s Own Daughter

Sure enough, it didn't take long for the palace people to see that they were rumored to be running away, and the Queen, who had a tea time, was running away, carrying a package on her back, and their faces were completely gloomy. Grabbing, the two of them appeared outside the main hall together.

Not long after, two familiar figures squatted again in a corner not far from the entrance of the main hall.

The little girl was still rubbing her eyes and crying.

Xiaojue Tianzun pinched her little fat face covered with tears, and said with hatred: "I only asked you to go to your uncle to ask questions, not to ask you to go to your husband! You are better, don't imitate, just go Beyond the."

After all, Si Lu is a "know-it-all" in the God Realm. He has a lot of ideas and a wide range of knowledge. Maybe he can really deal with this little fat girl's 100,000 whys, but this little fat girl is good, let her imitate her, and she will surpass it directly. I really found a husband.

Little Lolita was already sad about her lost little butt, how could she listen to other words, seeing Tianzun Xiaojue suddenly pinching her.

With tears in her eyes, she twitched, turned her head, and said in the hall:

"Dad!! Mom she hit me!!!!!!"

Xiaojue Tianzun: "..."

To avoid adding to the guilt, Tianzun Xiao Jue quickly reached out and covered the mouth of the little complainant: "Who hit you! Don't wrong me."

"Daddy Daddy~"

After Xiaojue Tianzun let go a little, the little loli turned her head and sobbed again: "Mom, she hit me again!!"

Xiaojue Tianzun: "..."

Half an hour later, Fusang received news from the palace staff and hurriedly entered the palace.

As soon as she arrived outside the main hall, she saw her sister-in-law Xiaojue Tianzun staring at the sky with a blank expression, and the little loli next to her was full of tears, and the tears kept dripping from her cheeks, forming a two-dimensional shape beside her feet. There was a small puddle, but she was still crying, and she had no intention of stopping.

The strangest thing is that the distance between the big and the small can fit 20 people.

Fusang was stunned and was about to go over to comfort the little girl, but as soon as she stretched out her hand, she was stopped by Tianzun Xiaojue: "Don't touch her!"

"Huh?" Fusang turned back in confusion.

But it was too late, Fusang's hand was already on the little girl's petite shoulder.

The little girl glanced at her with tearful eyes, and then buried her head and cried: "Dad, my aunt bullied me too..."

Fusang: "..."

Tianzun Xiaojue whispered: "Ignore her, let her cry, she will stop crying when she has enough."

Fusang looked at the two puddles worriedly: "How long has she been crying?"

Xiaojue Tianzun thought for a while and said, "It's almost half an hour."

Fusang was stunned: "It's been so long? Then let Brother Wang come out to coax him. If you continue to cry, everyone will cry stupidly."

"Don't, your brother is determined to teach her a hard lesson this time,"

Xiaojue Tianzun said with a nuzzling mouth, "Also, what is this, she has only been crying for half an hour. In the past, she started in an hour, and she is still too early to cry stupidly. Besides, the more she is crying now, the more her brain is crying. The more ignorant she is, maybe she will cry and cry at the end, and forget the husband she just found, so that your brother will die of laughter."

Fusang: "..."

The little girl really cried for more than half an hour, and the small puddles that were smashed with tears at her feet slowly turned into big puddles. Between the tears, she saw that her mother and aunt were far away from her and ignored her. She was tired when she cried and cried alone.

In the past of the grievances, with red eyes, he choked at Fusang and said, "Aunt, aunt, I think, I want to hear the story woo woo woo..."

After speaking, she glanced at Tianzun Xiaojue again with tears in her eyes, and said humbly, "Mom also wants, wants to hear..."

Xiaojue Tianzun pinched her little fat face: "Little Reporter, do you finally think of me now?"

The little girl nodded with tears in her eyes, looking a bit pitiful with her red eyes: "Well. Mom, let's listen to the story together."

Xiaojue Tianzun almost laughed when he saw it.

But he still gave Fusang a wink and told her not to tell her!

It's a vicious circle to tell stories to this little fat girl.

Every time Fusang came back from the calamity, he would tell her new stories about the world, and this little guy would add fuel to it and insist on telling her father.

After her father finished listening, she was beaten.

This little fat girl finally remembered that she still has a mother, so she would run over to tell her without a long memory at all, and then this little fat girl would be beaten twice.

The final result was that she cried miserably, and she and her father would be so angry that she couldn't eat for several days.

Therefore, storytelling is a cursed part that everyone should not think about, and it should be fundamentally eliminated!

In fact, without her winking, Fusang wouldn't tell the little girl again, because the little fat girl told her mother a story, and after being beaten by her mother, it was Fusang's turn to listen to her story.

As a result, there was one more person among the people who could not eat for several days.

"The story has been told to you before, there is no new story,"

Seeing that water vapor gradually appeared in the little Loli's eyes, Fusang saw that she was about to cry again, and she quickly said, "However, I just learned a few nursery rhymes below, you will definitely like it."

Then, Fusang sang a few lyrics that he heard during the following calamities: "I have a little donkey, I never ride it, and one day I ride it on a whim to go to the market..."

Little Loli whispered, "Auntie, what is Kitten Green?"

Fusang: "..."

Fusang thought for a while, and then changed it into a little donkey to show her: "Well, this is the little donkey."

The little girl seems to understand.

Afterwards, she asked again what "on a whim" meant.

Fusang, who had just come into contact with human culture and didn't know much about four-character idioms, was silent for a while, and decisively changed the song:

"Hey, it's not important, come on, my aunt will teach you another song, this one is simpler..."

"I have a chicken in my left hand, a duck in my right hand, and a fat baby in my arms..."

Another half an hour later—

Inside the hall, the young king raised his head from the memorial, calculated the time, and asked the attendant next to him, "Your Highness is still crying?"

"It should be gone," the waiter shook his head and said, "The lower part of the Fusang Palace just came, and it seems that he is teaching the little highness to sing."

"Sing?"

Ye Heng raised his brows.

Before waiting for the attendant to nod, Yeheng waved his hand, and a scene outside the hall suddenly appeared in the air.

The little fat girl was really singing, and her small body crouched in the corner to reflect, but her little head swayed, and the tender singing reached the ears of the two:

"I have a little mother, and I never ride. One day I rode my father to catch chickens..."

"Then……"

The little Lori stuck for a moment, and then happily sang: "Then I have a chicken in my left hand! A mother in my right hand! I still hold a fat dad in my arms, wow wow..."

Yeheng: "..."

Attendant: "..."

Is your Highness Fusang dying? You dare to teach this kind of song to Your Highness!