My Empress is My Bad Girl

The child smiled at Shui Yijun: "It seems that the owner is not willing to let me stay with you for a moment."

Shui Yijun smiled and said, "It's probably because you are too good. This time, although my mother didn't agree, she didn't directly object. It's a acquiescence to the relationship between you and me."

"Whoever I am dealing with can't be allowed by anyone."

"Give me things, I'll take them for you. You go to see your mother first."

"Thank you."

The toddler handed the burden to him, and two servants immediately came up to the side and took the burden, as if they were afraid of getting tired of their young master.

There are only a few pieces of clothes in the toddler’s baggage, as well as a few cherished items given to her by the family, which are not heavy.

She saw the servant's behavior and said, "I always forget that you are not in good health."

"That's because they are nervous." Shui Yijun felt helpless.

The toddler smiled and said nothing.

If it hadn't been for several months of getting along with him before coming, she might have thought that Shui Yijun was a weak and delicate young master.

But in fact, when he was outside, he lived well by himself, he didn't freeze himself hungry, and he didn't get sick every few days.

Toddlers always feel that the water with the bead is too nervous.

But she is an outsider and can't intervene in matters between mother and child.

The servant took her directly to a spacious wooden house. Shui Suizhu was leaning on the recliner, and the maid pinched her leg. Her closed disciple Wang Han had a large plate of grapes in his hands.

Wang Han, a man with a sturdy appearance, is now wearing a white shirt, his beard is cleanly shaved, and his appearance holding grapes is really weird.

The child looked at him a few more times, endured and endured, and finally suffocated the smile.

Wang Han's expression remained the same, but there was a bit of helplessness in his eyes.

"Zhao You met the owner." The child stepped forward to salute.

Shui Suizhu hummed: "From tomorrow, you come to me every day at Mao, don't be late."

She said plainly, but the toddler knew that if she really dared to be late and stared at her, she definitely didn't want to know the punishment.

The child said: "Yes, the owner."

Shui Suizhu said, "Wang Han, take her to the pill room and bring some Yijing pills."

Hearing these three words, Wang Han trembled and bowed his head hurriedly: "Yes, Master."

"Go." Shuei waved his hand with Zhu, a pair of pearl-like round and white hands, extremely soft.

Wang Han put down the tray and said to the toddler: "Sister Zhao, come with me."

The child went out with him, until he was far away from the sight of Shuizuizhu, the child laughed.

Wang Han looked helpless, but he couldn't help but let her smile awkwardly.

The child looked at Wang Han up and down: "I said, Brother Wang, you are in my heart, but a mighty brawny man, now he can almost be called a pale face."

Wang Han smiled bitterly: "This is just an ordinary disciple's dress, Junior Sister Zhao, don't make a fuss."

The toddler touched his chin: "Where is your handsome beard?"

"Master doesn't like it, saying it's blocking her eyes."

"Ahaha." The child laughed. "Why did you still serve the fruit plate just now? As a cousin disciple, you even did the work of a servant?"

Wang Han said: "It's okay to be a teacher for a day, a mother for life, and serve."

The child is serious: "Speaking seriously, Brother Wang, you and I will get started together. How many levels have you learned about this Qingyun Mind Method?"

Wang Han was even more embarrassed: "It can't be compared with Junior Sister Zhao's talent."