The little hand was soon wrapped into a beautiful little rice dumpling.

Hearing that he was going to be talked about by his father, Qin Xiaoxiao's little face wrinkled.

She didn't want to hear her father's words.

Now she doesn't want to go home.

Trotted to Xia Zixun's side, and she hugged his leg again:

"Headlight, I'm not going to take you home, you can take me home."

Qin Sinian held his breath and happened to bump into the chaos on the side of the street on the way back from the next dynasty.

I heard that a guest in a small inn was shot to death by a flying short arrow.

Riding a horse, he followed what the people called "the direction of the short arrow".

He heard his own daughter ask her to take her home.

Seeing that Qin Xiaoxiao was still holding the leg of a man in fancy clothes, his face instantly darkened.

didn't take a closer look at who his baby daughter was holding, Qin Sinian said loudly:

"Qin Xiaoxiao, take advantage of my last dynasty and run around again! Tonight's beef jerky is gone! ”

The voice behind him made Qin Xiaoxiao quickly get up from the ground, and by the way, he hid his little hand behind him.

Xia Zixun didn't turn to look at Qin Sinian, and flew away directly.

"Headlight lights! Hmm......" Looking at the direction Xia Zixun left with a bitter face, Qin Xiaoxiao stomped his feet unhappily:

"The headlights are gone! Daddy hates it! ”

Hmph, the beef jerky is gone, and now the headlights are gone.

Qin Sinian only felt that he was one head and two big.

He obviously didn't do anything, right?

Just a word.

Why is it annoying?

Also, what are the headlights?

It's easy to coax his little ancestor back to the house.

However, as soon as the little ancestor returned home, he locked himself in the room.

Qin Sinian pinched his eyebrows helplessly.

How do you coax this time? Is it possible to get back the headlights in the mouth of the little ancestor?

After thinking about it, Qin Sinian still decided to let Cuicui draw a portrait from his memory to find the son who was remembered by his own girl.

The portrait is only half drawn.

At this time, Qin Xiaoxiao took a picture scroll and ran into Qin Sinian's study.

Then he handed him the scroll in his hand:

"Headlight lights, headlight lights."

Unfolded the scroll and looked at the people on the painting, Qin Sinian was also amazed.

Don't say it, although his daughter is a little stupid, this Danqing painting is indeed vivid.

It's just the man in this painting...... How does it look so familiar?

After putting away the scroll, Qin Sinian summoned someone and asked him to take the scroll to find someone.

Qin Xiaoxiao saw that someone went to help him find the headlights, and smiled happily.

Soon she will be able to see the headlights again.

Sitting on the side with his legs dangling and chewing on beef jerky, his delicate little face looked more and more vivid.

Qin Sinian looked at his daughter and fell into melancholy.

Now that Xiaoxiao has reached the age of Jilu, he has not seen anyone come to propose.

But if he married her off like this, he was a little worried as a father.

After all, in the end, which rich kid and official kid can look down on a little fool?

Night.

The lights were still on in the courtyard.

Qin Xiaoxiao held his chin and looked at the moon shining above his head, in a daze.

Xia Zixun took advantage of the moonlight to quietly enter the general's mansion.

Before he took the initiative to find the little girl who liked to hug his thighs during the day.

I saw a pair of black eyes staring at him motionless in the small courtyard.

A moment later, the owner of the eyes rushed over and hugged his leg again:

"Headlight lights!"

Hesitantly putting his hand on Qin Xiaoxiao's head, Xia Zixun nodded slightly.