Group favorite Xiaojiao Bao: The whole family is a big villain

"Jiu'er, why are you willing to ask me to come out of the palace together today?"

The carriage was swaying. Gu Shenghui looked at the little man sitting in the arms of the little eunuch opposite. The smile on his lips almost reached behind his ears. Jiu'er finally remembered that she had been waiting for him in this deep palace and was so bored. ,move!

Su Jiu: "...Huh?" She could say that it was actually because the fourth sister was injured and the injury was not healed yet. The second sister and the eldest brother were busy dealing with the bad guy Ning Shuiyuan. The third brother was not feeling well, and the fifth brother was not feeling well. My brother didn't know what to do, and his father said he needed someone to accompany him before leaving the palace, so he called him as a last resort.

Seeing Gu Shenghui's sparkling eyes, Su Jiu silently held back the truth.

"Well, it's because Jiu'er wants to go out with Brother Gu." Su Jiu smiled.

Gu Shenghui felt like the little man in his head had grown wings. What should he do? He was so flying now.

Su Jiu looked at Gu Shenghui's happy look, nodded secretly, and looked up at Jing Yi who was holding her.

The little eunuch acted like a puppet when he was motionless. He really didn't even turn his eyes or blink. The carriage shook, but Su Jiu, who was nestled in Jing Yi's arms, didn't feel the shaking at all.

Brother Jingyi has something on his mind.

Su Jiu looked at it for a while and came to this conclusion in her heart.

Ever since the black-robed uncle appeared, brother Jingyi often seemed to be in a daze. If she had looked at him like this in the past, brother Jingyi would have noticed immediately, lowered his head and looked at her in confusion, but now her eyes are almost sore from staring at Jingyi. My brother didn't react at all.

Very strange, very strange.

Su Jiu crossed her arms across her chest, thinking about something with a straight face.

The little eunuch was still in a daze.

And Gu Shenghui... his heart was wandering.

The carriage is quiet and extremely cozy.

**

Qi Pavilion.

Lao Zhao was wiping the utensils on the shelf carefully, one step at a time.

"Old Zhao, you treat these things more carefully than your little grandson. Your grandson will be jealous."

A gust of wind blew at the door, and the fallen leaves fluttered and fell. The withered yellow leaves that had not fallen were flying. The big trees in the courtyard had their thick hair shaved off as if it was spring. The dead leaves fell to the ground, revealing the branches and the new green hair on the branches. bud.

One of the branches trembled, and fell to the ground lightly in the wind. He glanced at the quiet room and curled his lips in boredom. But thinking about his purpose, the playful smile on his face subsided and he walked in with a solemn expression. room.

"Old Zhao, Master's body..."

Old Zhao, who was originally deaf to the situation, paused in his wiping movements. A sharp and cold air flashed through his chaotic eyes. The corners of his lips pulled down, making the marionette lines on both sides darker and darker. "Master... we are running out of time."

Tingfeng lost his usual careless look and scratched his head with a headache, "So, Old Zhao, please think of a solution quickly!"

"What can I think of? The master is obviously fascinated by that little vixen, and he has to wait for his birthday even though he is sick."

Tingfeng; "...No, wait a minute, Lao Zhao, what do you mean by the little vixen?"

Lao Zhao glanced at the exquisite fox sachet placed in the most conspicuous place on the shelf. It was delivered yesterday and is a new product of Qige. If the news was not mistransmitted, she should come to pick it up today.

He snorted: "Who else do you think it could be?"

Tingfeng: ...No, Lao Zhao, your choice of words is very inappropriate. Just the Ninth Princess’ round appearance, how does it look like a vixen?

On the first day as a little foreigner, my muscles ached and I had a headache...

Good night