Tyrant Daddy’s Petite Bag

The news of Feng Zhiyu's death soon reached Gu Yihan's ears.

Inside the imperial study.

Queen Du and Concubine Qiao were sitting together, facing Gu Yihan.

Three people are talking about it.

Queen Du was wearing pear white clothes, gentle and soft.

At this moment, there was a hint of sadness in the eyebrows.

She raised her fingertips and pressed her temples.

"It's also the concubine's negligence. I should have thought about it. A little girl like Feng Zhiyu is the most prone to accidents. If I knew this, I sent a few more maids to watch."

Concubine Qiao Gui comforted: "Why should my sister blame herself, because of her madness, she has the heart to run away, so many people can't watch it."

"Now that he is dead, except for a sigh, the concubine feels that this is all life."

Gu Yihan kept propping his cheeks and didn't speak. Hearing this sentence, he echoed heavily: "That's it!"

He frowned lightly: "I see the Queen's actions, there is no problem, but Feng Shangshu has no way to teach daughters, and I don't know the honor."

"If Feng Zhiyu hadn't come to provoke my Nuonuo, she wouldn't be today. To put it bluntly, her life is not good, and she is not lucky enough to marry the Xu family!"

After listening to these words of preference, Queen Du and Concubine Qiao looked at each other.

Empress Du smiled helplessly: "I'm just afraid that this incident will have a bad impact on Nuo'er."

"It would be bad if someone said that the princess was intolerant of others and caused Feng Zhiyu's death."

Gu Yihan's voice was cold and cruel: "I see who dares."

Speaking of her daughter, first weigh how many heads she has.

While several people were talking, a small head suddenly came in at the door of the imperial study.

Gu Nuo'er blinked her big round black eyes, and her palm-sized hibiscus noodles were delicate and beautiful.

She looked at the people in the hall and said with a smile: "It turns out that father and mother are discussing things, it's unfortunate that Nuo'er is here!"

As soon as Gu Yihan saw his daughter, he stood up and waved with a smile: "You little guy, Daddy said, come in whenever you want."

Gu Nuo'er put on her skirt and stepped in, Gu Yihan immediately took her daughter's hand and vacated the dragon chair behind the table for his precious daughter to sit on.

He also asked: "Do you want to drink tea? Or do you want to eat cakes? Well, how about Daddy let Chunshou prepare Nuo'er's favorite sweet cake?"

Gu Nuo'er shook her head again and again: "Daddy, I just had enough to eat, and I'm not hungry yet."

"Just now, before I came in, did my father and mother talk about Feng Zhiyu?"

Queen Du smiled softly: "Nuoer, we will arrange this matter, you don't have to worry about it."

Gu Yihan followed: "Yes, Nuonuo, you don't need to worry about it, Daddy is here."

Concubine Qiao did not speak, but just looked at her daughter patiently.

As a mother, she felt that Gu Nuoer had something to say.

Sure enough, Gu Nuo'er shook her head the next second.

"Father, the Queen Mother, I'm not worried about this. I also know that you will protect Nuo'er."

"And I'm not an ignorant good person. Whether Feng Zhiyu is good or bad, I have my own judgment in my heart."

"I'm here this time, not for her, but for her father, Master Feng. I want to ask my father for a gift."

Gu Yihan immediately raised his eyebrows, slightly confused: "For him? Why?"

Gu Nuo'er's eyes were bright and bright: "The pain of losing a daughter must be difficult for Uncle Feng, who loves his daughter very much."

"Since this incident has already happened, Daddy might as well send someone to mourn one or two for him and send a little condolence."