Dressed as a petite jerk

"Zhao Rende, you really don't cry when you see the coffin!"

Luo Qingci said with disgust on his face: "The princess has no choice but to show the evidence for everyone to see clearly."

"Your Majesty! Nine thousand years old, please spread the word to Fushun's maid, Xiao Qi!"

The little emperor subconsciously looked at his uncle Wang Mo Jiuqin.

But saw that Uncle Wang, who had been living in the underworld all year round, was holding his chin with his hands at this moment, and his whole body exuded a feeling of warmth like spring?

Especially those eyes, staring at Luo Qingci below without blinking, like waves rippling?

The little emperor couldn't help but think of the tom cat he raised a few days ago. When the tom cat Fachun saw Concubine Zhao's female cat, it was like this...

"Ahem!" The little emperor could only fake cough twice, trying to attract Mo Jiuqin's attention.

However, Mo Jiuqin flipped a hand and stuffed a piece of snack on the table into his mouth without fail.

And by the way, gently touched the top of his head.

——If the evil ghost Uncle Wang could comfort him like this before, he would have cried.

After all, ever since his mother, who was always behaved and messed up in the harem, wanted Uncle Wang to be a male favorite and was strangled to death by Uncle Wang, even though Uncle Wang still spoiled him as before, and taught him how to be a good emperor by speaking nice words, it was also true. Will reward him with new gadgets when he does a good job.

But in the end, he still added another layer of the queen mother's crimes to him, and never touched his head, hugged him, or spanked his ass...

Woooooooo~ He really wanted Uncle Wang to love him again.

——But Uncle Wang really wants to fall in love with someone else?This aunt who is not related to him by blood?

Did Uncle Wang touch his head to warn him to be quiet?

Don't bother him to send Chun to Aunt Huang?

"Uncle Wang! Uncle Wang! Nine thousand years old!!"

The little emperor was still a child at heart, seeing that Mo Jiuqin was ignoring him now, he deliberately aggravated his tone.

Only then did Mo Jiuqin cast a dissatisfied glance at him coldly: "What's the matter with the emperor? Huh?"

"What was Uncle Wang thinking just now? Why did you never hear me calling you?" The little emperor was a little sullen.

"I'm thinking about the name of the baby in the womb of Princess Qiantui~" Mo Jiuqin said, but then stopped: "Don't ask children about adults!"

"What's more, you are the emperor, you have to set an example!"

"Come on! Press the seal that Uncle Wang asked for first!" He took out the blank imperial decree again.

Little Emperor: "..."

"I asked Uncle Wang, Princess Fushun proposed to Uncle Wang just now, does Uncle Wang want to write her name in the decree?"

"Of course I have to write her name." Mo Jiuqin's eyes were full of excitement: "She is very fun. If you don't marry her and go back and have fun, Uncle Wang always feels that he will lose money."

"How about this, the emperor presses the seal first, and then Uncle Wang allows you to think about how to play with her with Uncle Wang?"

"East Prison is not good. She went to East Prison yesterday, and it's like going back to her own home. She doesn't feel scared at all."

"Why don't you allocate some money to Uncle Wang, Your Majesty, and Uncle Wang will build ten or eight large prisons in Qiansui Mansion, and play with the princess in different ways every day?"

Speaking of this, Mo Jiuqin seemed to have found something of special interest, and his whole body changed from the previous lazy state to extremely active: "It's not yet time to fight, those wastes from the Ministry of Industry have eaten the emperor's food and quit If I don’t want to live, let them build these big prisons for me first?”

"Oh, I have to find some special materials to build it."

"Your Majesty, don't you know that this Princess Fushun is so interesting, she still has a lot of hidden skills, if she doesn't keep it tight, she might fly away with wings at some point!"