Eh, the beloved daughter of the prime minister......

Hua Xixi's little head hung down, her clear eyes looked at her white and tender little finger, and her little face that had just been choked was flushed, looking innocent. She thought, her own dad, it seems that he is also the flower prime minister...... Blinking her eyes, she looked up at the weak willow wind-like Hua Yuyan, that person is her sister......

Hua Xixi's red face fluttered with little faces, and instantly hung gorgeously with black lines-

She was so sad that she had traveled for so long before she realized which bird was fluttering in the tree......

Chu Ye's deep black pupils stared at Hua Yuyan, and under the bright light, that delicate face had a seductive shyness, with a faint grievance, and blessed him. Everyone seemed to see the clue, holding the wine glass, squinting at this scene.

"Su Wenhua Aiqing cherishes her beloved daughter and never shows off her ......" The clear and mellow voice overflowed from his handsome lips, lazy and playful, but there was a trace of disapproval, "Why is it that today, I am willing to let Ling Qianjin show up?" ”

Hua Qiande, who was sitting on the side seat, paused, his old eyes emitted a little essence, and a deep smile on his lips, just about to speak-

"Don't blame Daddy......" A coquettish moan, with a bone-like softness, Hua Yuyan's eyes were clear, and she grabbed the conversation, looking directly at the handsome and compelling emperor in the hall.

"Today's feast, it was Yu Yan who begged her father to take me into the palace...... there was temptation in her shyness, and her murmur was mixed with the thoughts of her little daughter, "A few months ago, I heard that Xi'er's sister entered the palace to accompany the king, Yu Yan felt something, I don't know what is so special about my sister that can make the emperor so favored and spoiled, so I wanted to enter the palace to take a look, and I was also lucky...... I am fortunate to pay tribute to the emperor Longwei, and Yu Yan died without regrets......"

It seems to be stained with the petals of morning dew, trembling lightly, but with a slightly pungent fragrance.

Chu Yeyan listened quietly, his slender fingers held the wine glass, letting the aroma of wine linger on the tip of his nose, his deep and soft gaze passed through the dazzling and bewildering woman, and looked straight at the delicate and soft little thing in the corner, with the soft light of the saint, enveloping her.

Hearing these words, all the courtiers and dependents in the hall gasped.

What a grudge man!

Everyone's hearts are tight...... His eyes brushed on the pink figure in the corner!

Hua Xixi, who was holding the fruit plate and stuffing something into her small mouth, her little body trembled instantly, and her clear eyes were raised, feeling gorgeous stares from all directions......

Uh-

For the ...... of hair It's so cold......

Hua Xixi nervously tightened the fruit plate, her little finger clenched white, and shrank into Shu Lan's arms with some fear.