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- "My little aunt said," Xiao Yu'er thought about it and said to her father, "Children have to tell bedtime stories before going to bed. After telling them, they will fall asleep."
Ye Heng ignored her, looked at the attendant next to him, and said in a rather impatient tone: "Tell her, and tell her to shut up after you finish."
The cubs in the God Realm develop very quickly, and there are few of them who are as innocent as their little highness. Three hundred years have almost passed, and they are still so innocent.
There are not many books for cubs, but there are quite a lot of human stories suitable for cubs to listen to.
Just when the servant worked hard to recall him before he was caught and died. When he heard which folk stories had been heard, he hadn't recalled his face, and he saw his little His Royal Highness his face, and said:
"I want my dad to tell me, and everyone else is told by my dad."
Ye Heng¡¯s expression remained unchanged: ¡°I can¡¯t.¡±
This statement is naturally false. Although there are few story books suitable for cubs in the divine world, and even Ye Heng has never been to earth due to busy official duties, but in recent years, calamity events have become a trend, and mortals Things in the world, some stories in the world, have long been circulated in the divine world.
What's more, Fusang is someone who likes to talk to people after going through disasters, and she didn't even let go of her little niece who is only about 200 years old. Under her propaganda, countless interesting things from the mortal world were moved to the divine world.
Even if Ye Heng doesn¡¯t pay much attention, he can still listen to a few words.
Even if he says he doesn¡¯t know how to tell stories, everyone can hear the lies in his words.
But a certain little bitch was convinced. She widened her eyes and looked sad: "Dad, you are so pitiful. Even I can tell stories."
Ye Heng: ""
Being able to tell stories is something to be proud of?
"Well," Ye Heng didn't bother to argue with her, "Go to your bed."
"Then Dad, let me tell you a story."
Xiao Yu'er didn't sleep, but was still very interested: "My aunt told me many stories. I've written them all down, so I can tell you them all!"
Ye Heng refused ruthlessly, leaving no trace of father-daughter affection: "I don't want to hear it."
"Why?"
The little girl was anxious: "It sounds really good!"
The attendant thought, your father just wants to have his ears clean now, and doesn¡¯t want to hear any ghost stories. When he saw this, he quickly stepped forward:
"Your Highness, Your Majesty is busy with official duties right now and I'm afraid I don't have much time. Why don't you tell it to my subordinate? I've never heard the story before."
"don't want!"
The little girl shook her head, "I want to be the first to tell my father."
The attendant was moved and sad, and looked at Ye Heng in embarrassment.
Ye Heng slammed the opened memorial shut, his eyes darkened, as if trying to suppress his impatience, and uttered one word: "Speak."
The little girl was now happy and considerate: "Dad, what story do you want to hear?"
Ye Heng¡¯s face was expressionless: ¡°The story of how to make a chubby girl who is only 291 years old shut her mouth forever.¡±
"Huh?" This sentence was too long, and Xiao Yu'er couldn't wrap his head around it.
The attendant hurriedly stepped forward and explained with a smile: "What your Majesty means is that you just have to watch and speak, Your Highness."
Now the little girl understood and was happy again: "Dad, you are so kind."
Ye Heng: ""
Attendant: ""
¡°Hey, Your Highness is so easy to deceive, what should I do in the future?
Then, the little girl vividly described to her father the story of seven pears, riding a pumpkin cart and holding a fairy wand, going up the mountain to fight the tigress.
I don't know what Ye Heng's expression was, but the servant was silent for a long time, as if he remembered something, and asked with difficulty: "Your Highness, these seven pears you mentionedcould they be called dwarves? ?¡±
"Yes," the little girl thought for a while and said, "Auntie said that they are all very small, as small as Lili, and there are seven of them, which is a lot!"
The attendant couldn¡¯t help but laugh: ¡°Then this pumpkin cart¡¡±
Shouldn¡¯t this only appear in the Cinderella story?
Why did you end up in Snow White!
And he even let the seven dwarfs get into the pumpkin carriage. Where is Cinderella? do you died?
So are they seven dwarfs or seven robbers?
The little girl said confidently: "There are too many people. It's faster to take a car because we have to go tiger hunting!"
This tiger is even more outrageous, and he still uses a fairy stick to beat him. how? Are you planning to go to the mountains and perform a magic trick on the tiger, making it laugh to death?
The attendant choked for a moment, and then reminded her tactfully that she had misinterpreted the story: "Your Highness, if I remember correctly, the one who beat the tiger was not the seven dwarfs, but a man named 'Wu Song'. "
"Yeah?"
The little girl couldn't believe that she remembered it wrong, scratched her head and looked at Ye Heng.
Ye Heng didn't say much, he just glanced at her lightly: "Look what I'm doing, you're not the one telling the story."
The little girl slapped her head: "Yes."
As he spoke, the little girl opened her big black eyes, turned her head, and asked, "Uncle, have you heard this story from your aunt?"
The corner of the servant's mouth twitched: "That's not true."
Even if you have heard of it, it shouldn¡¯t be one story with so many stories blended together.
The little girl felt confident in an instant, and the expression on her face looked extremely confident: "Uncle, you must have remembered it wrong. The tiger was beaten by Lili, not Wushou!"
She looked overly confident, as if she had really shot a tiger. After speaking, she couldn't help but whisper:
"There are seven of us. We are super powerful. Only one of them can kill a tiger. Only Lili can kill a tiger"
Attendant: ""
?????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????"Wu Song"
Wu Song! ! !
?????????????????????????????????????????????????? We have snatched someone else¡¯s tiger, but at least call someone else¡¯s name correctly.
But his confident, shameless and almost domineering appearance has a bit of the shadow of their king.
Not only was the aide devastated, but Fusang was also devastated after hearing this shocking story.
Not only did she fall into deep doubt: Is this really the story she told before?
¡°Moreover, Fuso almost lost the ability to tell stories to others because of what she did.
Whenever she tells people about fairy tales, fables, and mortal stories, the first thing that comes to her mind is:
"Her seven dear little nieces robbed Cinderella's pumpkin carriage, took away the little fairy's fairy wand, and even ran to the mountain to snatch Wu Song's tiger and beat it.
Seven little ones, holding fairy sticks, surrounded the tiger who was countless times taller than them
When I thought of that scene, I couldn¡¯t look straight at those stories.
But at noon the next day, one more person was on the verge of collapse.
The little girl lay on her father's back and asked: "Dad, can you tell a bedtime story today?"
Ye Heng: ""
Yesterday, I listened to a few more stories, and the attendant looked extremely haggard: ""
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