Chapter 258： Regent King's Little Emperor (11)

Chapter 258 The Emperor of the Regent (11)

Xie Yunting did not think that this little emperor actually worshipped him.

In the same year, he even had six yuan in the middle of the flower, and the future of flowers was fascinating. Many of them were flattering and admired.

But it can be said like the little emperor, giving him the best official, let him keep the big words like Jiangshan, but it is not.

His mind is heavy, and his face is not even different.

As a result, I didn’t wait to go, but I saw Bai Weiwei’s step back and suddenly fell back.

Gao Jixiang reached out and pulled it. He had not yet pulled it. People had already fallen into Xie Yunting’s arms.

Bai Weiwei is drunk.

This body is weak, and with the upsurge of alcohol, the whole person is dizzy.

She leaned in the arms of Xie Yunting, and her face was red and quiet.

Xie Yunting originally wanted to push her away.

But when she thought of what she had just said, the chilly heart was actually a lot softer.

The left and right are just a short-lived child. He is against it. She is both awkward and disgusting.

When the situation is stable enough, the forces outside the hall will be wiped out, and he will almost be able to change to the emperor and sit on the throne.

And she has no use value, always dying.

So this time makes her feel comfortable, but also his kindness.

Xie Yunting picked her up and, under the eyes of high auspicious precautions, couldn’t help but whisper: "The body is like this, you still let her drink."

The old **** chrysanthemum face wrinkled.

Xie Yunting This is not always a blessing for the master to die early?

Now what is the cat crying and worrying about compassion?

This won't start with his little master.

Xie Yunting did not think so much at the moment, he put people on the bed.

Just leaving, Bai Weiwei suddenly opened his eyes.

She looked at him stupidly, and the slick scorpion reflected his figure.

Suddenly she smiled softly, her cheeky face, like a peach blossom.

"Xie Qing, you are here, accompany you to see how you painted."

She finished, dizzy, got up, pulled Xie Yunting, and then ran to the other side of the palace, pulling out a box.

Inside are paintings.

"You see all my paintings. I saw you painting very well. I couldn't help but follow the painting."

She took out the drawing axis, opened it, and saw the breeze, the small boat, and the scenery.

These paintings are all made by the queen in order to let the original master learn.

The original master learned, biting his teeth and cutting the traces of Xie Yunting's original paintings. How much is a lot of hatred.

Xie Yunting may be strange to his paintings. This is a painting he has painted, but this painting is obviously a copy of the little emperor himself.

Although the reiki is not enough, it is very meticulous.

Then the iron-hearted person, seeing his admirers, even so carefully imitating his paintings, the heart can not help but warm.

[Hey, the male owner feels a negative ten. 】

Bai Weiwei was so drunk that he forgot that Xie Yunting was a big thief.

She took him to smack his own adoration, put the painting in front of him, and took a brush to sign him.

"How did you paint, everyone said that you painted well, I am so happy..."

"When you argued against the old dead wood when you were in the DPRK, I was so happy, hahaha..."

"You don't wait for me to be an emperor, you become the biggest official, and it's a man I fancy..."

Xie Yunting’s auntie listened to more, but never heard such a straightforward compliment.

He bowed his head and couldn't help but look at her carefully. She lacked a bitter and hateful hatred. Her eyes were a childlike joy, and there was a sense of graciousness in the end.

Bai Weiwei said and said, the voice went down.

Then head to head, leaning against his shoulder and screaming and sleeping.

Three more bursts. muah

(End of this chapter)