Tyrant Daddy’s Petite Bag

The emperor was dissatisfied, which made Eunuch Chunshou embarrassed.

The emperor took the little princess and went to Ji Fushang's house in casual clothes, only six hours left.

I'm rushing to work temporarily, I'm afraid I won't be able to do it well!

But Gu Yihan always said no one, and Eunuch Chunshou didn't have the courage to refute the emperor's opinion.

At this moment, Gu Nuoer crawled to the edge of the spring green dress on the ground.

The little hand picked it up and touched it, and the eyes were sparkling: "Dad, this dress is so slippery, just wear it!"

Gu Yihan raised his eyebrows slightly: "The workmanship is rough, I'm afraid you will be uncomfortable wearing it."

Gu Nuoer said subconsciously, "No, Nuobao wears worse clothes!"

Just now, Concubine Qiao did not speak, but now she raised her eyebrows and asked, "When?"

The little guy was startled.

Bad bird~

The matter of wearing coarse clothes today, it's better not to tell my mother and father first.

Facing everyone's doubtful eyes, she pretended to be soft and said, "Isn't that the swaddle that Nuobao was wrapped in when Daddy was born!"

Hearing this, Gu Yihan took the lead in laughing.

"You knew what you were wearing when you were born?"

Gu Nuoer stood up and twisted her little butt: "In short, Daddy, don't think this clothes are not good, the book says that the uncles and aunts who raise silkworms are very hard, and you must cherish these clothes acridine!"

Gu Yihan looked at her daughter with a smile, and finally compromised and waved her hand: "Forget it, since Noble doesn't dislike it, this one is fine."

Eunuch Chunshou gave up and said yes, and he was relieved.

…

The next morning.

As a famous wealthy businessman, Ji Yongwang came to Beijing for the first time, and he was very ostentatious.

In addition to inviting local squires and dignitaries, there are also some adults present as officials.

But the strange thing is that these officials have various reasons for not coming this morning.

Either the old mother at home is sick, or she has a stomach upset, what's more, halfway through, the carriage hits the stone, and even people fly out.

When Ji Fushang heard these news, he was secretly dissatisfied.

He was in the south before, and even the county governor gave him a bit of thin noodles.

When I arrived in the capital, I originally wanted to make contacts, but these officials took it on the air.

Isn't that not taking him seriously?

Thinking of this, Ji Yongwang patted the table angrily: "angry."

Seeing this, the butler said, "It's not that all the officials are not coming. At least the Censor Zhang, who posted a post saying that he will come, I'm afraid it's coming soon."

"Oh? Zhang Yushi?"

Ji Yongwang didn't know him, but he knew that the Censor Desk was in charge of impeaching officials, and there was no harm in making friends with him.

The housekeeper nodded, looking a little embarrassed: "It's just that this post from the censor said that he and his daughter had rashes on their faces recently due to sudden illness.

It is inconvenient to see people, so I am surrounded by veils. Otherwise, I'm afraid it will scare the rest of the distinguished guests. "

Ji Yongwang frowned: "What happened? It's really bad luck."

He doesn't like people with rashes to enter the mansion, but Zhang Yushi is a high-ranking official after all.

He is willing to give face, which is not bad, unlike other officials, who refuse for various reasons.

Ji Yongwang waved his hand and said, "It doesn't matter, as long as he can come, who cares if he is pockmarked or what."

At this moment, a seemingly ordinary carriage stopped at the gate of Jifu.

The driver has sharp eyes, not like an ordinary driver.

But he bowed his head slightly and turned to open the curtain.

"Master, here we are."