Chapter Seven Cute Little Beast

  Pavilions and towers amidst water and pavilions

  "The jade is as high as a mouse, ten thousand hammers blind the donkey to escape, who knows who guessed the laundry detergent, the March wind is like a cheap knife."

  This is a poem recited by an uncouth and uneducated little girl, if He Zhizhang knew that this little girl was ruining his poem, he would probably crawl out of his grave and strangle Ziling to death, throwing her into the water to drown for three days and three nights.

  A certain uncultured little monster was enchanted, those round wolf eyes gazed up at the little girl with great admiration.

  Master, you are too talented, such a cultured and high-standard poem, even potatoes wouldn't be able to.

  About to recite poetry while sitting, a little girl jumped down from the round stone bench, poured a cup of clear tea, and stared at the delicate colored glaze on the teacup. Her eyes lit up, and she gently touched the glaze with her slender fingers. A royal product, indeed a fine piece!

  The potato saw the master's hand holding a colorful glaze teacup, and his wolf eyes lit up. Damn! This is the real thing! The colored porcelain in the master's villa seems to be inferior to this teacup.

  "Wah wah~wah wah~" Corruption, corruption.

  Zi Ling couldn't help but laugh as she gazed at the little beast in her arms, its eyes gleaming with a greedy color. In modern times, she often told Tudi the wolf about true and false enamel, but unexpectedly, this wolf had learned to distinguish between them. As soon as her fingers relaxed, the fine enamel teacup fell to the ground and shattered into powder.

  The potato is a heart-wrenching thing! Master, how can you bear to part with it? How can you bear to smash such a valuable treasure into pieces?

  Zi Ling's small hand pinched the tip of Xiao Meng Beast's pointed ear, and a soft voice like glutinous rice balls was lowered: "Let go, let go, only by letting go can you gain."

  The little monster shook its ears, it couldn't understand the master's profound and mysterious words. Let go, let go, and let go, then you won't get it back, this is the understanding of Potato Little Monster.

  After a while, Yu Yu walked over and said he was taking Zi Ling to get familiar with the imperial palace.

  Zi Ling knew that this was definitely the order of the little demon, and she sighed in her heart. Little demon! You really can't bear to see me living a comfortable life as a rice worm, familiar with the environment is false, but what is true, she doesn't know yet.

  As they were about to exit the East Palace gate, Yu Yu suddenly stopped in his tracks and said to Zi Ling: "The Crown Prince said that your scar is too fake, and he told you to remove it when you leave the East Palace gate, lest you scare the little friends in the palace."

  Zi Ling wasn't surprised at all that the little demon knew about the fake scars on her face. Those enigmatic eyes seemed to be able to see through all the disguises in the world, so how could this small trick possibly deceive him?

  But the little monster's next sentence "lest scare the palace's young friends" made her want to spit, she was only six years old too, wasn't she also a young friend?

  Little fairy, don't you think that saying such things to a six-year-old child would hurt her young heart?

  You Yu led Zi Ling around the imperial palace for half a day, and as expected, You Yu this bad uncle slipped away...

  Three children walked towards Ziling, the most striking of whom was a girl about her size, wearing a light blue dress with a pearl white skirt, and a face as smooth as jade.

  On either side of the little girl was a little boy and a little girl, all dressed in luxurious clothes, obviously from rich or noble families. Behind the three children followed two eunuchs and two palace maids.

  Zi Ling thought to herself, the girl in the middle had an arrogant expression, with a hint of haughtiness between her delicate eyebrows, she seemed like a little princess. The two children on either side of her appeared to be trying to curry favor, and their identities were likely those of imperial relatives. Zi Ling couldn't help but think that the web of relationships within ancient royal families really did start from childhood.

  "Wow, what a cute little beast!" The little girl standing on the left saw the small Meng Beast yawning in Ziling's arms, her eyes lit up, and her index finger habitually entered her mouth, with a drooling expression.