The Anarchic Consort

"To let the slaves say, Wang Hao is really smart, such a trick, but also she can think of it!" Sun Gonggong also listened at the side, smiled and poured a cup of tea to the Bailijiajue.

The good-looking brow of Baili Jiajue picked up a bit, and the tone was faint: "Smart is smart, it is not enough."

Sun Gonggong is dumb, and this is not enough. The Sujia is not expected to be at the beginning of this autumn, and this gas is also very good.

But... he really wants to know what it would be if the master used it.

"If it is Your Highness? How will it be done?"

The outer shirt on the handle of Bai Lijia was thrown at random, and then the loose collar was loosened, as if some were careless: "Directly send Su Yanmo's body to Su Shixiang's hand."

Sun Gonggong: ...

That Su Shixiang did not directly straighten his legs!

In terms of anger, Wang Hao does not have shamelessness of his master...

Bai Lijiajue did not notice his gaze. He put his outer shirt on his shoulders sideways and stood tall and sturdy. "When you prepare the carriage, we will go out of the palace."

"哎?? 出出宫??" Su Gonggong quickly kept up, I do not know how His Royal Highness suddenly thought of going out.

When the Barry Gregory walked outside, he stopped, and his gaze swept away toward the flowers in the Imperial Garden. His figure was like a place, and after a while, he turned his head. To the grandson of the grandson: "Where is there a rose in the palace?"

"Ah?" Sun Gonggong really can't keep up with the rhythm of today's Highness, what rose?

The little seven emperor came out from the side, and there was a goldfish in his mouth. He spoke a little vaguely, and looked like a tiger: "Three brothers, are you looking for roses?"

"Yeah." Bailey Jiajue glanced at him: "Do you know?"

The little seven emperor touched his bald head: "The last time Sancha sent you, how much is there in the palace?"

"Those can't do it." Bai Lijiajue refused to stop him, not to say why.

Xiaoqi Huangzi also knows that his family's third brother usually has the same thing as those of the rose baby, but the roses in other places...

"Hey, my little ancestors fed!" At this time, the grandson of the grandson came back to God, and he slammed the little man: "How can you eat fish like this! This is a birth! Your Highness, you Why don't you talk about the seven halls, how can you do this when you eat into your stomach?

The little seven emperor ignored the obscurity of Sun Gonggong, still holding the beautiful goldfish, and thunder could not move.

Sun Gonggong suddenly felt that his heart was ruined.

Until the Baili Jiajue looked at the little man and said: "Open your mouth."

The little seven emperor spit the goldfish into the hands of Sun Gonggong, and he was very reluctant.

Sun Gonggong quickly put the goldfish still alive in his hand, and the little seven emperors of the province could not help but squat back.

How did the cooks in the imperial kitchen serve the seven halls and hungry him like this!

The chefs sighed and vomited, and they screamed in their hearts. It was clearly what the seven halls saw and what they had to eat, and what did they have to do with them!

In fact, it is true that regardless of the imperial kitchen, as long as a long time ago, Baili Jiajue knew that his brother could eat, and the people who were in the imperial kitchen were guarded for twelve hours, and twelve meals a day to prevent small People will be hungry.

If it is a metaphor for the extent to which His Royal Highness can be eaten, the afternoon tea of ​​other people's family is a piece of cake and a few candied fruit. His family's small seven is a meat dish and a dish, and the pastry is just for grinding teeth...

Originally thought that this is prepared, the little seven princes will certainly not eat goldfish in the pond.

The emperor has already asked several times why the goldfish he raises will always become less of a problem. Every time they are speechless, they have to continue to add meals to the little seven emperors! Add food!

Unexpectedly... he still didn't even let the last goldfish in the pond...

Chieftain Sun Gong sighed.

The little man has no food to eat, and he is not discouraged. Behind the Bailijiajue, the little man can only go to the position of the thigh of the Bailijiajue, the momentum of the tiger's head, like who is coming to bite, very much. The hegemony is fierce.

With his existence, generally two things do not dare to rely on.

Sun Gonggong is also relieved, silently going to prepare the carriage for the two masters.

This is not the only way to go out of the house, you have to get more in the carriage.

Well, twenty meat packs are good.

I don't know if the yukata room can be made by hand...

"Three brothers, why do you want roses?" The little man took the clothes of the Baili Jiajue and tried to keep up with the steps.

The Barry Gregory answered casually; "Give you three sorrows." He didn't know what the rose meant, but looking at the "chasing wife" handbook she often turned over, sending roses should be the best choice. .

The little seven emperor gave it to Helian Weiwei, and a small face was serious: "Three brothers, I think you should send some practical things to Sancha, such as the one raised in the grandfather’s yard. For the crane, it is delicious to eat!"

Sun Gonggong: ...

Why did he hear the idea of ​​the seven favorite princes in the recent love of the Emperor in the near future when he came back!

Little master, you can eat this again, too, the Emperor will definitely not stand it, throw you back to Taibai College again!

"Xianhe?" Baili Jiajue stood still, as if thinking.

Sun Gonggong’s eyes are fierce, no, no, no...

"No." Bai Lijiaju continued: "She gave me three things before, she felt strange."

Sun Gonggong breathed a sigh of relief, fortunately.

The little seven emperor's tiger eyes are bright: "What are the three brothers sending?" He also wanted.

"Column."

With only two words, let Sun Gonggong and the little ones petrify in the wind...

One old and one small face is facing each other.

Sun Gonggong sighed and held the hand of the little seven emperor: "The little master, the slaves will never say that you sent something strange, and if you see the woman you like, let her eat it." It’s better to send the food than to send the collar, but it will be rejected to the rhythm of death in minutes!

Xiaoqi Huangzi Tigers a little handsome face, said: "The father-in-law rest assured that I am still normal compared to the third brother."

The kitchen chef who came to send the meat package: ...you are normal! You go to inquire about which children to eat is counted by the basket!

The Bailijiajue ignored the noise of several people in the back and turned to the west side of the Imperial Garden to see a few dozen roses.

Sun Gonggong originally wanted to call the gardener who took care of these roses, so that he could collect flowers for His Royal Highness.

I haven't opened my mouth yet, only to see the white shirt in front of me, the fragrance is coming.

Standing in the middle of the flower, the hands of the Bailijiajue have already had a large bunch of bright roses. He is holding it with one hand, the robes are comfortable, the figure is like a jade, and the people who are clear and clear can’t move it. look……