I am four and a half years old, and I am the daughter of a villain and tyrant.

Xiao Linghui saw that Xiao Wuji was already very impatient with her, and with fear in his eyes, he did not dare to make any more trouble, and let Chengxi take her back to Fengluan Palace quickly.

The imperial concubine was also carried down by the guards and beaten. Xiao Qiqi could make the emperor obey her words. He had underestimated her before. Even if Ling Hui wanted to fight her, it would be difficult. Remember that in one month, the emperor will be his. On her birthday, she looked a little worried.

Xiao Wuji left everyone behind and took Xiao Qiqi back to Changyang Palace. He opened the off-white golden curtain and Yuan Qing'er was still quietly embroidering peach blossoms beside the flower table.

She only glanced at him lazily, then turned her attention to Xiao Qiqi's face, her red lips spread into a smile, "Xiao Tuanzi, do you think the peach blossoms embroidered by me look good?"

She raised her head and glanced at Xiao Wuji, then obediently walked over and took a look at the several balls of colorful wool on the silk cloth. Her eyes were shocked. Forgive her, Yuan Qing'er's embroidery looked like several balls of colorful Ollie. .

Xiao Wuji sat in the corner of the room. Yuan Qing'er completely ignored her and just asked Xiao Qiqi, "Qiqi, are the peach blossoms I embroidered beautiful?"

Xiao Qiqi's expression was very bad. Yuan Qing'er didn't know whether it looked good or not. She thought of the custard bun last time and tentatively said: "Your Majesty, this painting is quite abstract."

"Abstract." Yuan Qing'er had doubts in her eyes.

Xiao Wuji looked at her harmonious appearance, his eyes were clear and sad, if the child was still there, it would probably be the same scene. He looked at Yuan Qing'er's slender back, his heart ached as if he couldn't breathe. , Jiangshan Empire, the pinnacle of power, everyone in the world will recognize his success, but Yuan Qinger is a complete loser here.

He stared at her charming and refined smile, and could see that she liked Xiaoduanzi very much. He had a guess in his heart that maybe Xiaoduanzi could bring him closer to the queen. There was a hint of expectation in his voice, "Qing'er, Qiqi can also make the kind of custard buns you make."

Xiao Qiqi nodded firmly, turned to look at Xiao Wuji, her voice was sweet and pleading, "Father, Qiqi wants to express a few words from the heart to the Queen."

She also blinked her big eyes playfully, as if to say, Father, please stay away for now, and I will help you deal with the Queen. He has seen Qiqi's agility, and Qing'er is very cold now, and she even dislikes herself. On his face, he looked at Xiao Qiqi with a tacit understanding, and with some luck, he deliberately shook his wide sleeves and left.

He pretended to be under the spotlight, but in fact there was only Xiao Qiqi in the audience, and his father's idol burden was a bit heavy.

She pushed away the big tyrant because she wanted to confirm whether Yuan Qing'er had traveled through time. She got a lot of secret codes and she admitted it generously. Xiao Qiqi instantly felt excited about meeting an old friend in a foreign land, and she burst into tears. Yuan Qing'er was out of the world. She suffered a puncture in a car accident, but she didn't react much. It seemed like she just wanted to be a Buddhist.

Xiao Qiqi doesn't even have the halo of a supporting role. According to the original work, he can't survive now. Therefore, he has no staff and may be killed at any time. It is unrealistic to live quietly.

She told Queen Yuan what happened to the tyrant Long Yan just now.

Yuan Qing'er's eyes were deep and confused, and she stared blankly at Xiao Qiqi. After Xiao Wuji established the Great Zhao Dynasty, his temper became increasingly violent. Xiao Tuanzi was quite capable of controlling his extreme emotions.

When I came out, I saw Xiao Wuji still standing in the yard, his bright yellow silk robe hanging among the snow-white magnolia petals, like flowing soft gold, silver and jade, exuding a low-key dark light.

He seemed to be trapped in his own world, elegant and elegant.

"Qiqi, you're out." His voice was like coarse sand rolling over silk, hoarse and sad.

He was feeling gloomy all the way back while leading Xiao Qiqi.

In Chenji Hall, the long door was closed. He walked into the silk tent, took out a black wooden box, sat on the golden nanmu chair, and waved Xiao Qiqi to his feet.

Opening the box, Xiao Qiqi saw one gold, one silver, one star and one month. The gold one was exactly the same as the bracelet she gave to Chen Zhaoyuan.

He calmed down at this time, "This pair of bracelets was designed by Queen Wuqian. The moon is me and the stars are her. It means that no matter where we are in the world, we can miss each other. The meaning was originally very good, but the Queen said she saw it with her own eyes. I killed her father and threw away the bracelets, and they witnessed our separation, and I didn't want to wear them anymore."

This plot of Dazhao has nothing to do with the male protagonist, and it is not mentioned in the book.

She looked at the bracelet that was shining in the dark. Even in modern times, this style is very popular. The queen's aesthetics is excellent.

She accidentally chose the same couple bracelet for Chen Zhaoyuan as that of the Tyrant. Even if this happened to her, she would get angry. She felt that this was not an accident.

The imperial concubine secretly followed the tyrant once and accidentally found out about the bracelet, so she conveniently framed the blame on Xiao Qiqi.

Xiao Wuji put the things back into the box and murmured: "It's all in the past."

He put Xiao Qiqi on his lap and said with a solemn look, "Qiqi, you are a smart and good boy. You have never let me down in anything you do or say. The Dazhao Jianyuan era is full of waste and is in need of talents. At that time, I decided to send you to the Chinese Academy of Sciences next month, so that you can relieve my worries in the future."

Does the great tyrant want to focus on training her? Will the good days of just eating and waiting for death be lost? She kicked her legs in protest, "Father, I don't want to study."

The tyrant's slender fingers pointed at her small mouth, and his voice was stern, "No."

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It's a bit late today, dear friends, you can save some manuscripts and read them tomorrow. Good night~~