He waved his hand, and the ceremony officer understood his intention and cleared his throat: "The ceremony is completed, princess, please salute your father."
As soon as the words fell, Xiao Fangfei's fate was sealed.
There was no joy on everyone's face, and Old Yan King even looked away, not daring to look at his daughter's expression. The child didn't know how to kowtow, and still held his neck straight. He felt that his legs were sore after kneeling for a long time, and he struggled to get up.
The female officials hurriedly held her down and whispered, "Kowtow, kowtow quickly..."
Xiao Fangfei felt that her waist was painful from being twisted. It was unusual. The palace ladies often "teached" her this way. She did not dare to say anything, so she had to kneel down and kowtow three times.
Luo Jia smiled and said: "Get up."
She finally got up and heard the sharp voice of the ceremony official: "Little princess, come forward and listen to the reward."
Fang Fei took a step forward at the signal of the female officer, raised her face, and waited for the gift from "Father." It was a very exquisite box with ancient patterns on it. Fang Fei suddenly remembered the two stones she had seen.
She thought it would be fun if it had those two stones.
Luojia smiled all over her face and stretched out the box containing the gift. She couldn't wait and was about to pick it up, but he retracted his hand.
She washed her nose and said in a crisp voice, "Father, won't you give me a gift?"
"No, little one, because you are too ugly to deserve a gift."
Fang Fei was puzzled, stretched out her long sleeves to wipe her nose again, and looked at the exquisite box eagerly.
The ceremony officer coughed, and Luo Jia suddenly realized: "Well, I have to give you a gift to complete the adoption ceremony. Come..." Luo Jia clapped his hands, and a eunuch stepped forward and handed over a small wooden stick.
Box. When Fang Fei looked at this small wooden box, her face suddenly became frightened.
Luojia paid attention to her expression and opened the box with his own hands. Everyone glanced over, and curiosity turned into surprise: the rough box was filled with all kinds of ugly dolls with broken limbs and broken arms, as well as broken little dolls.
stuff.
Luo Jia grabbed Fang Fei, who was shrinking back, and put the small box into her hand: "Little thing, you don't have to bury it from now on. Your treasure will be yours for the rest of your life, and no one can take it away.
"
As he spoke, he stood up and turned around to leave.
The palace people filed out after him, and the old King Yan and the princess also bowed and followed behind. When passing by Xiao Fangfei, the old King Yan let out a long sigh and said in a low voice: "Nie Zhan, Nie Zhan, it's so pitiful that you have to suffer such torture."
Fang Fei looked at him blankly, and saw that everyone was walking very fast, and Nuo Da's palace quickly became empty. She let go of her hand, and the small wooden box fell to the ground, and the little puppets were scattered on the ground. Suddenly
She realized that an endless emptiness and fear were spreading in her young heart. She opened her mouth, but without crying, a big teardrop fell on the marble floor, and a "bah" sound was heard, causing a burst of loneliness.