Tyrant Daddy’s Petite Bag

At night, thin clouds lingered beside a fine moon.

The water of Penglai Lake is sparkling, refracting light blue waves.

The red walls and green tiles of the Xiangli Hall lining it are like a fairyland on earth.

In the late spring and early summer seasons, clusters of fireflies fluttered in the grass.

At this time, in the hall, Gu Yihan was leading the civil and military officials, concubines and princes to have a banquet.

Gu Nuoer was originally in Gu Yihan's arms, sitting on the dragon chair with him to enjoy the food.

But the little guy couldn't sit still and looked around from time to time.

At this time, a girl with fragrant hair and shadow on the temples, wearing a beautiful and elegant white gauze thin skirt, moved her lotus step gently and came to the arena.

"Reporting to Your Majesty, the minister's daughter Song Youyun wants to perform a dance for Duke Zhen Guo and His Highness, so as to welcome them back to Beijing this time. Can Your Majesty allow it?"

Gu Nuo'er immediately put down the chicken leg in her small hand, and blinked her watery eyes to look at the beauty under the jade steps.

Song Youyun, isn't she the sister of Song Qiyuan and Song Youqing!

The Queen and Concubine Qiao also looked at each other, and during the banquet, both General Song and his wife were full of proud smiles.

The ministers tacitly looked at Gu Yihan's face.

There have long been rumors in the market that this eldest Miss Song family, Song Youyun, is nearly eighteen years old, and she still refuses to talk about her family because she wants to marry the eldest prince.

The Song family cultivated her even more carefully, just so that if the eldest prince could become a prince in the future, then she would be a prince concubine.

The Song family finally looked forward to the eldest prince Gu Zixiao returning to Beijing. Now that he is at a good age for marriage, the emperor and the queen will definitely consider his lifelong affairs.

This is a good opportunity to show the limelight!

Gu Yihan squinted his eyes, his eyes were so deep that people couldn't tell what he was thinking.

He just lowered his head and asked the little guy in his arms, "Does Nuoer want to see this girl dance?"

Gu Nuoer glanced at Lingling's eyes, her eyes were crystal clear and her face was fair.

The little guy carefully looked at Song Youyun's face and sighed in his heart.

Neither does this!

However, she still waved her small hand, and said Nuo Nuo: "Then dance!"

Gu Yihan raised his eyes and looked at Song Youyun who was standing in the atrium: "Since the princess agrees, let's dance."

The eldest Miss Song family, who is skilled and gentle on the surface, is actually a little unhappy.

This dance is mainly for the eldest prince, so why should the emperor ask the little princess not to watch it?

But she didn't dare to show it on her face, not to mention that no matter what, the emperor was willing to agree, and the next thing would be easy.

After a while, Song Youyun changed into a light red dress.

A frown and a smile are filled with a sense of beauty like jade.

The musician next to him played an exotic drum beat, and Song Youyun stepped on the beat, with a delicate and smooth figure in the atrium, and danced a beautiful song.

Gu Nuo'er finished eating the chicken legs, looked at her slender waist, and looked down at her just bulging belly.

Um... hiccup, I'm full.

Song Youyun's eyes were like silk. When she slowly approached the table where the eldest prince was, she was about to slap her feet and fell into the arms of the eldest prince on purpose.

However, just when she was leaning and was about to fall, she suddenly found out—

Eh? Why can't you move yourself? As if being held up by someone.

Song Youyun tried hard, but to no avail, the waist just couldn't bend anymore.

In the eyes of everyone, Song Youyun seemed to be about to break a bone.

Song Youyun: …

what happened!