Ye Ziqi smiled flatteringly.

As soon as Feng Jiuchuan saw her smile, he knew that there must be nothing good.

"Your Majesty, the slave maid thinks that in a few days, it will be your birthday. The slave and maid pondered and prepared a special gift for you. Guaranteed to make you unforgettable. Ye Ziqi said confidently.

Feng Jiuchuan: ......

Why do you always feel a sense of foreboding?

"Really?" Feng Jiuchuan looked at her suspiciously.

Ye Ziqi directly ignored his suspicious eyes and replied with a smile: "Yes." ”

Feng Jiuchuan sat and waited for her follow-up.

"Your Majesty, as the saying goes, courtesies are exchanged, that ......" Ye Ziqi smiled without saying a word, and his bright eyes looked at him with a smile.

"Say, what do you want?"

The smile on Ye Ziqi's face became more and more flattering, "Your Majesty, you are worthy of being a Ming Jun, a great emperor in the hearts of the people, and a ......."

Feng Jiuchuan listened with a black line on his face.

This sycophant is too distracting.

"One last chance." Feng Jiuchuan interrupted her gushing rainbow fart.

Ye Ziqi's expression was grim, "The slave's parents are in their hometown, and the slave is uneasy, so I want to ask the emperor to bring them to the capital to support the elderly." ”

Just for this thing, the whole thing is like this.

She is the only one who can do this kind of thing.

"Then it depends on whether your gift is worth it or not." Feng Jiuchuan said this, but in his heart he began to look forward to it.

"I promise you won't be disappointed."

Ye Ziqi knew that he agreed.

There are people from Feng Jiuchuan who have gone over, and without this weakness, see what Concubine Zhang uses to threaten her. 、

Although they are not her own parents, she is responsible for them when she is in this body.

If it was because of her own reasons that caused them to die, she would not be at ease in this life.

At this moment, a silkworm baby raised high in the quilt suddenly moved and moved, revealing a white and chubby little face.

"I want a gift too." The little meat bun looked at her sleepily.

Feng Jiuchuan: ......

Ye Ziqi: ......

Seeing that Ye Ziqi didn't respond, the little meat bun pouted his little fart. share, said in a milky voice: "Sister Yun, my father can receive a lot of gifts every year. The meat buns are very pitiful, and they can't receive any gifts. ”

Feng Jiuchuan's face was black.

This is being pried into the corner of the wall in front of him, and the other party is still his own cheap smash.

Feng Jiuchuan's faint gaze stared at him.

This little cub must have itchy skin.

Ye Ziqi looked at the white and tender little meat bun in surprise.

Son, you'll be beaten by your father like this.

"Of course, the gift is indispensable for small meat buns."

After getting a satisfactory answer, the white and tender little meat bun shrank into the quilt and obediently closed his eyes.

When Feng Jiuchuan was about to speak, the little meat bun poked out his little head, looked at the two of them, and said with a straight look: "Father, you continue to talk, the meat bun won't eavesdrop." ”

As he spoke, his chubby little hands covered his ears to show that he was talking.

Feng Jiuchuan: ...... (I want to throw this little thing out.) ）

Ye Ziqi: ...... (I can't talk about it that day.) ）

Ye Ziqi coughed lightly, "Your Majesty, Your Highness, let's talk." The slave and maid did not disturb the rest of the two. ”

Ye Ziqi slipped away, as for whether the little meat bun would be 'abused' by his father, she used a fart. Shares imagine knowing the result.

Three days later, the people from Changchun Palace came to invite Ye Ziqi to come over again.

As soon as she walked to the gate of Changchun Palace, Chunxiang reminded: "Niangniang's mood is not good these days, if there is anything wrong later, please take care of Miss Song Yun more." ”