Rebirth of the Tyrant’s Pet: Regent Prince is too Fierce

"What are you doing! Do you know how hard it took me to get you into bed?!"

Gong Yimo shrank his neck so fiercely, Xiao Gongjue didn't feel humiliated or afraid. Children are the most sensitive to emotions. He seemed to feel that the imperial lady was hostile to him, but she was a kind person. , so that he was not so defensive.

"Thank you..."

He grabbed Gong Yimo's wet clothes, his big jade-like eyes were as red as a bunny, and he felt a little uneasy and guilty. Before his voice recovered, he said slowly in a very soft and waxy child's voice, "Thank you...Emperor...sister."

A word of "Sister Huang" changed Gong Yimo's style of painting for no reason, and she felt strangely refreshed!

She finally couldn't hold back her face and began to shriek, the villain in her heart turned to the sky and screamed!

Who would have thought that the regent who killed his father and brother in the future, washed the harem with blood, and murdered like hemp, would now pitifully call her Huangjie? Who would have thought? !

Seeing her relaxed expression, Gong Jue clearly sensed where the other party's pleasure lies. Although it was weird, he hurriedly called out to Huang Jie, anxious like a deer, pitiful and cute.

Gong Yimo's call of "Emperor Sister" is very useful, she doesn't feel too much of an eyesore when looking at the little boy in front of her, he was quite obedient when he was a child!

"You're clever!" Gong Yimo sneered, and was about to leave, but suddenly there was a belly gnawing, Xiao Gongjue's entire face turned red, and she held her stomach and looked at her shyly.

The food she left behind is still in the yard, and I'm afraid I can't eat it now...

Because food is very rare in Lenggong, even though he was hungry all the time, Xiao Gongjue was sensible and didn't speak, but his body didn't obey, which made him very ashamed.

Gong Yimo naturally heard it too, her face softened slightly, although she was still expressionless, she took out a steamed bun from her sleeve again.

Although it was cold, Gong Jue hadn't eaten such a clean steamed bun for a long time.

Gong Yimo sighed resignedly and sat beside his bed, and took out another bottle of water in her hand. She tore open the steamed bun and fed it into the child's mouth bit by bit. Her movements were very stiff and careful, obviously not knowing How to take care of children.

So take a sip and pour a sip of water.

Xiao Gongjue was really hungry, in such a quiet cold palace, he could only hear the sound of swallowing, his big eyes were slightly squinted, as if wondering if this was a dream.

The other party's fingertips were slightly cool, obviously impatient, but his movements were very gentle, and Gong Yimo's fingers would touch Gong Jue's warm lips every time he fed. The touch made my heart tremble slightly.

This is true, Gong Jue in front of him is really just a child.

But so what?

The warmth didn't last long. Gong Jue patted his clean hands. Seeing that Xiao Gong Jue still wanted to talk, he quickly stopped him.

Deliberately ignoring the other's black jade-like eyes, Gong Yimo turned her head and looked away in displeasure, and spoke coldly with a straight face.

"Okay, don't talk... This cold palace is full of dangers, and I have nothing to help you. In the future... you can do it yourself!"

Inner shock and sympathy are the same thing, but Gong Yimo knows in her heart that she can't help a person who tortured and killed her in her previous life like a virgin, and Gong Jue has his own, destined to be a lonely road to the strong, and her Not all the way.

After finishing speaking, seeing the child's expression, he suddenly became panicked, and regardless of whether the other party had something to say, he turned around and ran away cruelly!

Xiao Gongjue's raised hand froze slightly, his small mouth opened, but he didn't say anything in the end, suppressing the disappointment in his heart, the hurt expression in his big eyes flashed past, his imperial sister... I'm afraid I don't want to be contaminated Please trouble yourself... Unfortunately, he still doesn't know the other party's name.

In the early morning, Gong Yimo practiced her inner strength for two hours before waking up slowly. Every time she finished practicing her inner strength, she felt refreshed. Last night, she was exposed to rain and had a fever, and she recovered immediately.

She started practicing kung fu in this life a bit late, but after all, she practiced it once, and once again she can practice all joints with ease. If she continues like this, within a few years, she will be able to regain all her inner strength.

At this time, the door of her cold palace was unceremoniously pushed open, and a court lady walked in with a face full of anger, and put the food box on the table with a slap, and said out of breath, "Little sick tuberculosis, what are you doing?" Not dead yet!"

The moment she came in, Gong Yimo was already lying down. She remembered this maid, this was the third palace maid who was assigned to take care of her. The last two had spent a lot of money to change positions. That's right, who would want to guard her? As for a consumptive princess, even if she is not favored, it is a miracle that she has survived four years of lingering sickness.

Gong Yimo pretended to just wake up, and glanced at her. Every time this maid got angry, she would come to the previous Gong Yimo to vent her anger. Sometimes she would not see her for a few days. It's better to make a decision once and for all.

Rolling her eyes, she took the handkerchief she didn't know where to find and began to cough desperately. The maid was afraid of getting sick, so she moved away in disgust, but she heard Gong Yimo's weak voice.

"Ah... blood!"

On the handkerchief that was held up, there were bloodstains shining brightly!

This shocked the palace servant, before she could say anything, Gong Yimo said pitifully intermittently, "No...it's tuberculosis..." It's contagious!

now! The palace man was so frightened that he ran out quickly, and when he was far away, Gong Yimo relaxed and smiled.

Now, it won't be long before the cold palace she lives in will be quarantined, and no one will come to seriously confirm whether an unfavored princess of hers is really suffering from tuberculosis, so letting her fend for herself is the best way .

In the future, besides delivering food, no one with no eyesight will come in to trouble her, so she can practice with peace of mind. Otherwise, if someone finds out about her abnormality, it will be really troublesome!

As she expected, not long after, some palace servants came in a hurry. Seeing her sickly appearance and holding a blood-stained handkerchief, she hastily isolated the place where she dared to approach her. After getting up, she went down several layers of palace locks, leaving only a small window for delivering meals, and she was really left to fend for herself. For a seven-year-old child, it is not cruel.

Gong Yimo smiled slightly, which was exactly in her favor. After everyone had left, she finally felt relieved, jumped out of bed, took a deep breath in the yard, and flexed her fists.

The sunshine after the rain poured down like gold, illuminating the sweat beads on her thin face. The set of external exercises she practiced is the same as the internal exercises. The external exercises are somewhat similar to the Tai Chi she knew before she traveled. , The internal strength also pays attention to the long and continuous, thick accumulation and thin hair.