The New Year's Bridge in the middle of a storm of coquettishness: "..."

Nian Xiaoqiao is very sure that this little cat has become a sperm. It’s so good, so cute!!!

But...but she doesn't want to copy books, woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

Do this?

Nian Xiaoqiao looked at Xiaohu, then at the imperial concubine with a hideous and terrifying look. Finally, she gritted her teeth and stomped her feet and decided to learn and sell it. She hugged Xiaohu tightly, and her phoenix eyes drooped slightly, and she pleaded pitifully: "Xiaohu, please help me, I don't want to copy books, my hands hurt so much, wuwu, take a shower, why should I bring you the little fish tomorrow?"

Imperial Concubine: "???"

Xiaoqiao, are you still human? He actually acted coquettishly towards Xiaohu?! Xiaohu is just a little cat! You don’t even let go of a little cat?

But Nian Xiaoqiao's tone was soft and helpless, and the imperial concubine almost gave up her position on the spot.

The guilt came to the imperial concubine's mind, and she wondered how she could threaten the little cutie?!

She is so despicable!

No copying, no copying, no copying, no need to copy!!!

Xiaohu didn't know if he understood it or had "telepathy". In short, the little hairy face showed a look of struggle, and he finally lay flat in Nian Xiaoqiao's arms.

"Meow……"

OK, just wash it, and after washing, you will be a hero again.

Nian Xiaoqiao understood what Xiaohu meant, picked it up and kissed it several times on his forehead, "Thank you Xiaohu, you are so good~"

The little tiger slowly shaking his tail, like a big boss who pampers his little brother, "Meow~"

Imperial Concubine: "..." It's so sad.

Nian Xiaoqiao rolled up his sleeves and took a bath for Xiaohu, held it and dried the cat's hair on the stove, and patiently combed it with a mustache. After the little tigers were finished, they immediately became the most beautiful cub in the entire palace, but Nian Xiaoqiao was in a very embarrassing body. The imperial concubine couldn't let go of her and said with a smile: "Nian Jieyu, your hair is messy, I'll let someone help you loosen it again? Change your clothes? There are some clothes that I can't wear here in this palace, and I just can give you a gift."

The imperial concubine also ordered people to prepare pastries, bird's nest and tea, and waited for Nian Xiaoqiao to finish bathing Xiaohu. The mother and son (?) were in good contact with each other.

Nian Xiaoqiao shook her head wildly: "No, no, no, no!" Stop combed her hair, her forehead hurts.

"I want it~" The imperial concubine's eyes shone brightly, and she let someone drag Nian Xiaoqiao down and redecorate her clothes.

The imperial concubine herself liked red, but it was natural that Nian Xiaoqiao's identity was not suitable for wearing red, so she found a light pink long dress with a colorful hair dress, and chose a more beautiful and elegant one. She tied it with a ribbon embroidered with gold thread, paired with a bracelet of imperial green, and decorated with gold bells and jade piles, like a little fairy child who accidentally entered the world.

The imperial concubine also lit rouge at the corner of her eyes, and it was faintly smudged, becoming more and more cute, like a budding peach blossom, burning and moving.

"nice!"

The imperial concubine was very satisfied. She stuffed Xiaohu's arms into Xiaoqiao's arms in previous years and ordered each person and cat not to move. She took out the drawing paper and started to splash ink to paint.

Nian Xiaoqiao was stunned, while Xiaohu was used to it.

Nian Xiaoqiao was forced to be a model for several hours, was fed a lot of pastries, and was rewarded with piles of treasures. When he left Lishui Palace, he became numb and could not walk. He was so angry that he could not put him in the sedan chair and carried him back to Zhongling Palace.
Chapter completed!