OMG! Tyrant's Pampered Baby Is a Valued Princess-Chapter 739: Just Wait to Enjoy the Good Life With Me!
Bai Zhi’er used her coquetry, just like how she usually pesters Bai Xilie.
"Brother Fu Ce!" Her chubby little arms tightly wrapped around Feng Fuce’s neck.
Feng Fuce grunted, "Can you not squeeze so tight?"
Bai Zhi’er nudged her small body, pressing her entire white and adorable face against his ear.
"Just let me try a bite, by the time we reach the Imperial Garden, Zhi’er will definitely be starving."
Feng Fuce resisted the urge to turn and bite her cheek, forcing himself to say, "No."
After all, if she ate it along with the evening breeze, she would certainly have a stomachache.
Bai Zhi’er whimpered and fidgeted restlessly on Feng Fuce’s back.
In the end, Feng Fuce really couldn’t do anything about her.
He could only take out a piece of taro cake and hand it to her: "Eat while leaning on my back."
Bai Zhi’er’s soft little hands took it: "Okay!"
She took a big bite of the taro cake.
The sweet and glutinous taste melted in her mouth.
There was a bit of melted sugar syrup in the middle, combined with the natural aroma of taro, it was incredibly delicious!
"So delicious!"
Hearing her satisfied voice, Feng Fuce couldn’t help but chuckle lightly.
Then he pretended to be indifferent: "Don’t stain my clothes."
Bai Zhi’er lowered her eyes to look, seeing that some crumbs from the taro cake had already fallen onto Feng Fuce’s shoulder.
The little rascal calmly brushed them off: "Don’t worry, not a single crumb fell on your clothes!"
Hearing her say that, Feng Fuce’s eyes grew colder.
The little rascal said nothing was dirty, so it must be dirty.
Forget it, why bother with a demon pet?
On the way to the Imperial Garden, Bai Zhi’er ate two taro cakes, a small piece of sweet and sour chicken, and three Lingering.
Lingering is fried sugar cake, crunchy and crumbly with one bite.
Arriving at the Imperial Garden, it was full of bright flowers, with autumn’s unique blooms and fireflies flying among them.
Plus, there was a stream winding through the palace, making it a wonderfully leisurely and beautiful scene.
Feng Fuce placed Bai Zhi’er in the pavilion by the stream.
He took off his outer coat and indeed saw oil stains on his shoulder.
Bai Zhi’er sat upright, her big innocent eyes twinkling brightly.
Feng Fuce couldn’t muster a scolding and just held up his coat, laughing, "This is the third outfit you’ve stained."
Bai Zhi’er puffed her cheeks: "Brother Fu Ce, don’t be stingy, at worst I’ll wash it clean for you."
Feng Fuce rolled up the coat and put it on the table, rolling up his sleeves to reveal his fair and lean arms.
He turned slightly, "You wash it? Or will the Palace Attendant do it? If you ask someone else, I might as well not want this robe."
Bai Zhi’er said awkwardly, "But I don’t know how to wash clothes... Ah! I know, when I grow up, I’ll get you a new one."
Feng Fuce had already walked to the flower bushes, ready to catch fireflies.
He asked casually, "Why wait until you grow up to give it?"
"Because male concubines can have new clothes, you know? I heard Uncle Historian say that male concubines can have six new outfits every month!"
"Uncle Historian said, when I grow up to fifteen, I can marry a male concubine! Just wait to enjoy the good life with me!"
As Bai Zhi’er’s words fell, Feng Fuce suddenly stumbled, falling into the flower bush.
"Ah! Brother Fu Ce!"
The little rascal hurriedly climbed down from the stone bench, hobbling over.
Feng Fuce propped himself up, his fair and handsome face seeming to have a suspicious blush.
"That Historian Wang actually dared to say such nonsense to you?" He gritted his teeth, scolding lowly with a look of fierce determination.
However, in the next moment, Feng Fuce saw that Bai Zhi’er’s eyes had turned red.
The little rascal touched his face, "Brother Fu Ce, are you okay? It’s too dangerous here, you might accidentally fall. Zhi’er doesn’t want the fireflies anymore."
The young man was stunned.
She had injured her foot, yet still stumbled over to find him?
