In fact, there is nothing to say, the facts are before our eyes.

Tuanzi carried Little Claws on his back and walked around Nie Fu'an: "Is the person talking to you Xiao Yangui?"

Nie Fu'an: "..."

The finished bird, complete with name and surname, is going to kill someone.

How could Nie Fu'an dare to tell lies, nor could he not answer: "...Yes."

Miss Tangtang's big knife has been chopped off, and it's hard to protect herself. Who is the young master? Can you eat it? If you should betray it, sell it.

Tuanzi jumped up in anger: "Xiao Yan belongs to someone else?"

Nie Fu'an covered his face with one hand and pointed at the screen with one hand: "Over there."

Yan Gui behind the screen: "..."

Is it so difficult to find a loyal subordinate these days?

He sighed and was about to go out. When he looked up, he saw a dumpling with red eyes, carrying a crane, a cat on his back, and a red snake wrapped around his little arm.

This posture will either kill someone or destroy the whole family!

Yan Gui: "...sister."

"Who is your sister!" The dumplings crackled, holding up the crane and throwing it over, along with cats and snakes.

Fortunately, I brought these three with me. If the animals were so powerful at ordinary times, Yan Gui would have been buried alive by the animals.

He arranged his sister's friends honestly and lowered his head: "Brother is wrong."

"You are not Tangtang's brother."

"yes."

"no."

"yes."

Tuanzi stamped his feet angrily and crossed his waist: "Tangtang says it's not the case. If you talk again, Tangtang will bite you."

Young Master Xiao is not afraid of death: "My sister bites people..."

Outside the screen, the two people were watching the fun, their necks almost stuck in, and they were squinting. When the dumpling turned around, one pretended to be dead, and the other lay down on the ground.

Tuanzi finished getting angry and sat lonely in a small chair, leaving a bleak back and mumbling:

"Brother Yan Gui is the young master of the Emperor's Palace and he didn't tell Tangtang. Brother Nie Fu'an is the master of the black market and he doesn't tell Tangtang. Why didn't you tell Tangtang?"

The "Don't Tell Tangtang" duo stood neatly, like eggplants beaten by frost, not daring to speak or move.

The more Tuanzi thought about it, the sadder he became, and he dropped the golden peas.

Yan Gui and Nie Fu'an panicked immediately and ran over to wipe her tears: "It's wrong, we were wrong. We shouldn't have hidden it from my sister/Miss Tangtang, don't cry, don't cry."

The more he tried to persuade Tuanzi, the more he screamed. Finally, he stretched out his short legs and covered his face with his little paws, and no one paid any attention to him.

Nie Fu'an nudged Yan Gui: "How about that?"

Yan Gui: "Huh?"

Nie Fu'an: "Yeah."

Yan Gui: "...Hmm."

So this day was recorded in the history of the black market.

The black market master and his young master knelt down in the black market master's courtyard.

The entire black market was in a state of excitement, just like the Chinese New Year.

Everyone was not doing business and wanted to run over to watch the fun, but they were too scared.

We had no choice but to discuss in private as to why two people standing in the clouds were willing to inflict such injustice on themselves.

After all the talk, there was no reason that convinced everyone, until the girl in white handed the dumplings out respectfully.

It turned out that the arm could not twist the thigh, and the master succumbed to the imperial power, alas——

He was so angry that he climbed into his little carriage and drove back to the palace without paying attention to anyone.

Qian Shuang arrived at the palace gate one step ahead of her and sent a confidant to bring a message inside: His Highness is in a bad mood today. Everyone, please cheer up and don't make His Highness unhappy.

The people in the palace were all preparing with great vigor. Some practiced ventriloquism, some ran to the royal kitchen to serve food, and some practiced dancing and dancing, preparing to make the princess smile.

No one thought that there were people who were not afraid of death.

Before Tuanzi returned to Chenyue Palace, she heard that the old Duke and his wife from the Duke of Tang's Mansion had brought Tang Bi into the palace. Because it involved the King of Zheng, she pricked up her little ears and listened.

"The Duke is here to propose marriage to Tang Zhuangyuan Lang."

"Which princess is this that you have set your sights on, and is it worthy of such a massive effort?"

"I don't look down on the princess. I want Princess Shang."

"Ah, what's wrong with the Duke's eyes? What's so good about His Highness the Sixth? He's so timid and can't even speak clearly. He hasn't come out to see people for a long time."

"Hey, I'm not stupid. I asked our Seventh Highness by name."

"...Is the Duke so hard to think about it? He will be seventy soon. Isn't it a good thing to live?"

Tuanzi, who originally had a small round face, was almost flattened into a dumpling. He did not return to Chenyue Palace, and sent the pony carriage to the Imperial Study Room.

At this time, the imperial study room was like hell.

The four fathers were all listening to the Duke's talk. The Duke's mansion wanted Feng Hanchu to issue a marriage decree, and only the seventh princess could be worthy of his outstanding son.

It doesn't matter if you are young, it doesn't matter if you wait until you are old enough to marry again, Tang Bi will just wait.

Tuanzi listened at the door for a while, then ran in and saluted the four fathers, and then saluted the Duke.

Feng Hanchu caught her in his arms and said angrily: "Little pastry, another little brother is eyeing you again and wants to marry you as his little wife."

"Tangtang knows, he is senior brother Tang Bi from Gong School."

Tuanzi raised his little head proudly and looked at the young brother sitting next to the Duke: "Hey, Brother Tang Bi, do you like Tangtang?"

Tang Bisheng's Zhilan Yushu had a very calm figure. When he heard this, he immediately stood up and saluted:

"Tang Bi is being rude. Your Highness, please be careful what you say. Your parents' orders to find a matchmaker are nothing to play with."

Tuanzi didn't care what he said, he blinked his big eyes: "Tangtang, I just want to ask you one question, do you like Tangtang?"

Tang Bi's face immediately turned red: "Of course, of course I admire His Highness."

"Liar," Tuanzi pouted, "Tangtang is only seven years old, you are so admiring of me. If Tangtang didn't have a beautiful father, you probably wouldn't even look at Tangtang."

"Besides, you admire Tangtang when she is still so young. Brother Tang Bi, your thoughts are very complicated. Do you have any ulterior hobbies?"

Tang Bi: "..."

Even the Duke and his wife were dumbfounded: "This..."

Feng Hanchu's mood, which had been depressed for a long time, suddenly felt better:

"I have always valued little cakes. It is absolutely impossible for her to look down on Tang Bi. If the Duke is eager to have a great-grandson, I will suggest another marriage to Tang Bi."

The Duke and Tang Bi's faces were red and white, and they were choked by the dumplings until they were speechless. They said in the end, "The princess really doesn't know the etiquette, the Tang family doesn't dare to climb high," and then walked away in disgrace.

Feng Hanchu's face suddenly fell.

Duke Guo of Tang came to his rescue three times that year, and the late emperor was always polite and valued him when he saw him. Now he is relying on his old man more and more, even thinking about small cakes.

Damn it.

He was angry when suddenly a soft claw appeared on his face, followed by big black eyes:

"Beautiful daddy, don't be angry. Tangtang will avenge you tonight and hang up the Duke and Tang Bi and beat them."
Chapter completed!