401 Is the cute little meow really turned into a waste?
Hearing this, the servant in black hesitated for a while and then said: "I will send you there. It's cold outside, so take a carriage."
"Okay." Nangong Xiaomiao nodded, handed the things in his hands to the servant in black, and walked out of the palace like a young master.
The black horse was already waiting outside, hidden in the thick black mist, with only a pair of red eyes exposed.
Nangong Xiaomiao didn't need anyone's help. He leaned against the carriage first, and then stepped into the carriage with his little legs. When he turned around, he didn't forget to ask the servant in black to hand over his treasures.
The servant in black gave instructions to the black horse, and then politely put his right hand on his left shoulder with thoughtful etiquette: "Your Highness."
The black horse kicked its hooves. Even if there was no one driving it, it still knew the way to go. It crushed a piece of snow dust while roaring.
At midnight, the eunuchs and maids were sleeping heavily, and even the patrolling guards couldn't help but yawn.
Under the moonlight pouring like water, a pure black carriage with a transparent atmosphere emerged from the thick fog. It had a silver mask on its face, hidden in the night, with a mysterious aura that ordinary mortals could not see at all.
to it.
Even though it is currently in the most heavily guarded Chaoyang Palace, with countless soldiers patrolling back and forth, none of them have stopped.
The carriage stopped there quietly, and the black horse seemed to have gained spiritual power, turning its head and touching the carriage.
Nangong Xiaomiao knew that this was the time. He first climbed down from the carriage and then picked up his backpack. He had to tiptoe from beginning to end, so his movements were naturally a little slow.
The war horse was extremely patient, waiting for the little man to do everything well before raising its hooves and disappearing into the mist again...
In the Chaoyang Palace, under the heavy curtains, on the big dragon couch, Hei Si was lying peacefully, still in the perfect sleeping posture, with no expression on her face.
Outside the hall, Nangong Xiaomiao staggered in, dragging her big backpack.
The eunuchs who were keeping watch at night were all dozing off, one after another, and when they clicked the last button, they realized that there was a little person in front of them.
The two of them suddenly widened their eyes, and before the word "Emperor" came out of their throats, they were stopped by Nangong Xiaomiao with a shushing movement.
The two little eunuchs then held it in hard and suppressed the blush on their faces.
Nangong Xiaomiao continued to drag her babies, taking small steps forward, swaying, swaying, and arrived in front of the dragon bed.
Hei Si, who was on the couch, had long heard the noise, and opened his eyes as dark as night, revealing a small wrinkled face in front of him.
"Hei Xiaosi, I need to pee." Nangong Xiaomiao's mouth curled up, her normally smiling eyebrows knitted together, her little hands pulled at her nightgown and pulled out a tight knot.
Did the little emperor come back in the middle of the night just to tell Master Si that he was worried?
The eunuchs looked at the sky and then at the ground. Sure enough, they didn't understand the child's state of mind.
Hei Si didn't think there was anything strange. He had raised a child for so many days, and counting the time, it was almost time for Xiao Meow to wake up for the night.
He turned his head and ordered to the serving eunuch: "Bring in the chamber pot."
"Yes." Master Si ordered. How could they dare to be different? After bringing in the chamber pot, they thought of serving the little emperor and peeing.
Unexpectedly, he would be blocked by a pair of hands. Hei Si didn't even look at them, and his voice was uneven: "You have nothing to do here, please step aside."
"Yes!" The eunuchs all knew the rules. Although they were surprised, they did not show it. They just lowered the curtain and respectfully retreated to the door.
Hei Sihu had a small face and supported the little man, as if he was used to it, and there was no wave on his calm face.
After Nangong Xiaomiao finished urinating, her whole little face smiled. She stood by the wooden stand, reached for the wooden basin and washed her hands, then rubbed her big eyes and yawned again and again.
Hei Si also washed his hands, but he washed them more slowly. After washing, he took a small towel and wiped the little man, and then wiped himself. His serious look was quite impressive.
Nangong Xiaomiao is also a well-behaved person, neither noisy nor fussy, just let him wipe his hands, but he is too sleepy and can't open his eyes. He slept well in the small coffin...
"Drink some water before going to sleep." Hei Si picked up the little man who was a head shorter than himself and placed him on the dragon couch. He spoke with force.
This is how his father raised him in the past, and he must also raise Xiaomei in this way. The child's health is the most important thing.
Nangong Xiaomiao was not squeamish at all, she held back her sleepiness and opened her eyes and mouth wide.
Hei Si took the water from the servant's hand, took a sip first, measured the temperature of the water, and found it was just right, then sent the tea cup to Nangong Xiaomiao.
The little man stretched out his two little paws, hugged the tea cup, and took two big sips. When the cup bottomed out, he lay back, very well-behaved.
Hei Si looked at him and felt that the children raised by him were better than those of other families. He was obedient, sensible and clean. His words were well-founded and his noble character could not be concealed.
He has also seen other children, royal nobles, young masters from aristocratic families, they are all troublesome brats.
Including his two brothers from the Hei family, who are one year older than him, they run back and forth all day long, jumping around, holding earthworms to scare the maids at home, and they make a fuss to death!
The young master of the Hei family cursed in his heart, completely forgetting that he was also a brat o(□)o
Nangong Xiaomiao was so sleepy that she became confused when she touched the pillow. However, her little paws were not idle. She stretched out here and there again and again, not knowing what she wanted to get.
After Hei Si looked at it, he bent down to open the backpack on the ground and handed the largest black pearl to him in a natural movement.
Nangong Xiaomiao had something in her hands, and the corners of her mouth also raised, her face rubbed, and she rolled over and over.
Hei Si reached out his hand and covered him with the quilt before closing his eyes again and preparing to rest.
Nangong Xiaomiao called out in a daze, "Hei Xiaosi."
"I'm here." Hei Si patted the little man's back, looking very powerful.
Mr. Hei had suspected before that the child he gave birth to was not a human being, but a tiger cub, which looked like a man.
Nangong Xiaomiao didn't care about this. After receiving the response, she slept more soundly, so that when Nangong Baiye woke up the next day, she couldn't even find a trace of her son...
The figure stood outside the window, looking at this scene with a smile, and the corners of his mouth curved slightly. Even if there is no hope of victory in the heaven now, he will definitely be able to defeat the devil in ten years...