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"Xiaoyu, Ever since Nezha came back, other than following you, he has been following Xiao Hong. Xiao Hong is now happy and should have found him another person." Night Nine successfully changed the topic.

You can't reason with a woman.

The little Nezha heard this and became excited. He raised his chubby little hand and called out, "I want a beauty, I want a peerless beauty."

Night Nine and Fishy looked at each other, then said in unison, "Fuck you!"

"Down with the dictatorship. I want democratic rights." The little Nezha argued for himself, why were they making decisions for him? Although he was young, he wasn't younger than them.

"It took eighteen years to get the vote." Little Yu disapproved.

"That's the constitution of the twenty-first century. The men here can get married at the age of twelve, and they can be separated from the family at the age of ten."

He had already thoroughly researched this matter and had always dreamed of living a carefree life by himself when he was ten years old. He wanted to bring all the beauties of the world into his residence.

Little Fishy lazily glanced at Nezha, "You can leave the house right now."

Little Nezha cried out loud. Who was as miserable as him? He was always threatened by the food box. Although Little Fishy sent Little Nezha back to the Ninth Marquis' mansion, she still milked him every day.

"Forget it, forget it. Let's just let him be this time." Nine Nights advised.

He had found a wet nurse for him anyway, not a wife.

How can that work?" The most important thing for a person is to have a beautiful heart, do you understand? " Xiaoyu felt that she shouldn't have given him such a bad habit. How could she judge a person by his appearance?

"She looks like an elder sister Feng. No matter how beautiful her spirit is, what's the use?" Little Nezha said in disdain.

Little Fishy was stunned. What the Old Ancestor said was true. However, reality would often strike us in the face.

"In short, a person's heart is not wrong." Little Fishy's words made no sense.

"A person's heart is not beautiful without a definition." Seeing Old Lady Wuliang retreating, the little Nezha took advantage of the situation to give chase.

"Then that's good, I'll find you a person who looks beautiful, and a person with a beautiful heart." In short, in short, he must not let the boy cling to his wife.

"This is a very high requirement." Little Fishy could not help but grumble.

"What's high? It's not high at all. " Nezha beamed, he finally won the first battle since he transmigrated to a small person, it was impossible for him to be unhappy.

"Mother is the kind that is both beautiful and charming." After receiving the essence of flattery, little Nezha patted Little Fishy's head, neither light nor heavy.

"At such a young age, you've learnt to be glib tongued." Fishy glared at him.

Nezha was happy and didn't want to lower himself to her level.

All in all, Little Fishy was just like that, she usually despised and despised little Nezha. If anyone else dared to say a word or two to Little Nezha, they would definitely be sprayed with dog blood. Furthermore, even though she felt that she wasn't a beautiful person, being praised by Little Nezha made her feel good inside.

Little Fishy was saddened to discover that she was getting busier and busier by the minute.

On the other side of the Wind and Rain Tower, Xiaoyu had already become the executive director of the daily performance. Without her, it was a mess.

"Mother, what should we do? "What's the performance today?" The guests had been waiting for a long time.

"How would I know?" In the past two days, she did not appear on stage, but she did not delay her performance either. On the other hand, Xiaoyu had a new meaning and a good reputation, and she did not repeat her daily program. Currently, many of the programs she watched began with her favorite ones, and some of them she had not watched before.

Even Little Fishy's dance had been picked up by a talented, intelligent, and highly skilled dancer.

"Mom, the people from the Ninth Prince's Mansion have sent a piece of paper over." The gatekeeping servant ran in, gasping for breath.

The bawd's heart sank. Why didn't the ninth princess come? Did he not come anymore? She had just had this thought and inwardly cursed. She had experienced many years of hardships, when did she ever count on someone this much? This is not a good phenomenon.

The servant looked at the old procuress in confusion. The old procuress composed herself and cursed, "What's there to make such a fuss about?"

The old procuress calmly took the note. She suppressed the urge to take a look at it and held it tightly in her hand for a moment to calm her nerves. Then, she unfurled it.

The old procuress was lost in thought for a moment. Then she smiled. No wonder she had so much hope for Xiaoyu. Her ideas were endless.

The bawd arranged everything according to Fishy's arrangement. In the main hall, everyone was late in not seeing their performance. Although they were anxious, they still waited patiently. This was something they had never done before.

"Young masters, great masters, this old woman thanks everyone for their support. These days, there have always been people who have been ordering shows that were performed before, but when it comes to delicious dishes, eating them everyday will make one sick, so, all along, it has not been as everyone wished. Today's show is a little special, so in order to let everyone enjoy themselves, today we will be performing a previous show. However, if there are too many programs, we will have to do it one at a time, so, we can only perform one performance.

The old procuress laughed. This little fish really had a lot of ideas on how to earn money.

They, as playboys, were most willing to fight with someone else for their wealth every day. Therefore, sometimes, they would fight to the death over a girl, not for money, but for face. Even if it was a good girl, didn't they still change every day?

Everyone started talking about the program. The old procuress sent someone to fetch the cork hammer that Xiaoyu had asked people to prepare. She tapped it from time to time. The final three strikes were actually for Xiaoyu's performance on her first day.

After all, those who watched Little Fishy's performance that day were like those who had won a great prize in the lottery. If they caught up to her, as long as they had the money and interest, they would naturally see it as well.

It was still a heavy curtain, and was still just a figure, but the age was similar, and she was no longer the same person, the girl Little Fishy chose to sing in an extremely soft voice, but her voice was very gentle and graceful, lacking the elegance that those who had heard Little Fishy sing would feel, and it was hard to hear her, because ever since Little Fishy stopped performing, her voice was not perfect, but unique, and was deeply imprinted in everyone's minds, they would not forget it, and they would even occasionally fall into their dreams.

A figure quietly stepped out from the intoxicated crowd. The figure behind the curtain was undoubtedly beautiful. It could arouse the crowd's endless fantasies. However, it was unable to attract him alone.

"Mistress." The servant quickly followed.

"Let's go, she will never come again." From then on, her songs, her dancing, everything about her belonged to the Ninth Prince alone, he thought desolately.

The servant sighed inwardly. He was infatuated with his mistress, so he stole a glance at the painting in her hands. That was the first time his master had heard Xiaoyu sing, and upon returning home, he drew a proud smile, hoping that Xiaoyu would be handed over personally. Now it seemed like there was no hope.