Tyrant Daddy's Beloved Little Princess (MTL)

Chapter 341-350

Chapter 341: Daddy, Bao'er is wrong

Xia Baoer was carried in front of Xia Hongmo and Concubine Hui.

Xia Hongmo looked at Xia Baoer's little feet white and cute, but she didn't even wear shoes!

His tone was very distressed, and he couldn't bear to blame: "Good Bao'er, can you promise Daddy, don't run away all of a sudden,

and don't wear shoes! What should I do if I catch a cold and get sick
?"
Xia Bao'er lay on his shoulder, and her voice was glutinous and cute: "Daddy, Bao'er is wrong.
I dare
next time.

She rubbed her eyes with her small hands, like a white and tender ball, as if she was about to melt into sleepiness.

"Daddy, it's okay, you take Bao'er back to sleep!"

Seeing her like this, no matter how much Xia Hongmo advised, he couldn't be long-winded!

He sighed and went back to rest with the little one in his arms.

There are many decisive moments in his life, but he only compromises with his baby daughter several times!

......

Ten days later.

The day after the heavy rain washed away, the northern capital seemed to have been washed, and there was a new idea everywhere.

On the sparkling river, many ships are parked.

The cracked land in the market is also much better!

In some places, it even sprouted and grass grew.

The northern capital is thriving again, and the people are even more spontaneous to build temples for the dragon!

Thank you for saving your life.

Xia Baoer was wearing a warm orange fringed water-sleeved skirt, lying in Xia Hongmo's study, practicing calligraphy one by one.

By the way, he pricked up his ears and eavesdropped on the outside of the screen, and his father and Governor Ye Ji were talking together.

In Xia Hongmo's voice, there was suppressed anger.

Because Xia Baoer was still inside, he didn't get angry immediately.

Otherwise, he would really pick up the porcelain on the side and throw it on Ye Jitong's head.

This is all because Ye Jitong came in a panic just now and submitted a roster of people surnamed Dong in the northern capital.

When Xia Hongmo asked him if he knew that the mountain was being built on a large scale.

Ye Ji was in the same branch, and he couldn't say a thing or two.

Xia Hongmo grabbed Ye Jitong's collar.

The emperor frowned, with a strong deterrent.

He lowered his voice and gritted his teeth: "Ye Jitong, don't play those tricks with me, what you did in private, I already know it,

Now I let you confess, it is to give you a chance to live, don't toast and don't eat and drink, let me open the killing ring, killing one of the Dong family is killing, and adding one more of you is not too much!"

Ye Jitong's legs trembled, and he cried and said, "Your Majesty, the minister doesn't dare! Please be clear, although the minister knows the Dong family,

but he never knows what they moved in the mountains!
The Dong family has never mentioned it!"
Xia Hongmo let go of his hand and sneered: "Think about it, has the Dong family ever looked for a monk, a Taoist priest or something like that?"

Ye Jitong hurriedly recalled, and after a while, he muttered and said: "Two years ago, the eldest son of the Dong family returned from a study tour, but he really brought a Taoist priest,

I heard that the supernatural powers are vast and can understand the world and the world, so Lord Dong also arranged a dinner, and the minister also went.

He thought about it for a long time, and wondered, "However, that Taoist priest left after staying in the Northern Capital for half a month, and I didn't hear that he had helped the Dong family move things in the mountains.

Xia Hongmo sneered, and he kicked Ye Jitong's shoulder.

"Confused things, the north is a place you are in charge of, and you have changed your feng shui luck, and you, the parent official, don't even know it?"

Ye Jitong fell to the ground, and before he could stand up, he was stunned: "What?"

「 Thirty years ago, the Taishu National Master made a feng shui bureau on the mountain range in the east, benefiting the upper and lower levels of the northern capital, with the aim of prospering the people, and the northern capital has been free of disasters for so many years,

don't you want to think about why? Now, the feng shui made by the Taishu National Master has been broken, and the people of the Dong family have changed their luck, and all the good luck has gone to
his ancestral grave!"
Ye Jitong's eyes widened, trembling and stunned.