"Little aunt said," Xiao Yu'er thought about it, and said to her father: "Kids always tell bedtime stories before going to bed, and they will fall asleep after telling them."
Yeheng ignored her, and looked at the servant next to her, with a rather impatient tone: "Tell her, and tell her to shut up."
The cubs in the God Realm develop very quickly, and it is rare for them to be so innocent and innocent after three hundred years have passed like their little Highness.
As a result, there are not many books for cubs, but there are many stories in the world suitable for cubs to listen to.
Just as the servant was trying to recall what folk stories he had heard before he went down to earth, but before he could recall, he saw their little Highness with a puffy face and said angrily:
"I want my father to tell me, and everyone else is told by my father."
Yeheng didn't change his expression: "I won't."
This statement is naturally false. Although there are very few story books suitable for cubs in the God Realm, and even Yeheng has never been to the mortal world because of his busy work, but in recent years, the story of calamity has become a trend. Things in the world, some stories in the mortal world have long been circulated in the God Realm.
What's more, Fusang is a person who likes to chat with people after the calamity, and she doesn't even let go of her little niece who is only about 200 years old. Under her propaganda, I don't know how many interesting things in the mortal world have been moved to the God Realm.
Even if Ye Heng didn't pay much attention, she could still hear a few words more or less.
It is said that he cannot tell stories, but everyone can hear the falsehood in his words.
But a certain puppy was convinced. She widened her eyes and looked sad: "Then dad, you are so pitiful. Even I can tell stories."
Yeheng: "..."
What is it to be proud of telling a story
"Well," Yeheng didn't bother to argue with her, "Go to sleep."
"Then dad, let me tell you a story."
Xiao Yu'er didn't sleep, but was still in high spirits: "Auntie told me so many stories, I wrote them all down, and I can tell you all of them!"
Yeheng ruthlessly refused, without any respect for father and daughter: "I don't want to hear it."
"Why?"
The little girl was anxious: "It really sounds good!"
The waiter thought, your father just wants to keep his ears clean, and he doesn't want to hear any ghost stories. Seeing this, he hurried forward:
"Your Highness, Your Majesty is busy with official business right now, I'm afraid you don't have much time, why don't you tell my subordinates, my subordinates have never heard the story before."
"don't want!"
The little girl shook her head, "I want to be the first to tell Dad."
The servant was moved and sad, and looked at Ye Heng in embarrassment.
Ye Heng closed the opened memorial abruptly, his eyes darkened, as if he was holding back his impatience, and spit out a word: "Speak."
The little girl is happy now, and she is also very considerate: "Dad, what story do you want to hear?"
Ye Heng was expressionless: "The story of how to make a little fat girl who is only two hundred and ninety-one years old shut up forever."
"Ah?" The sentence was too long, and Xiao Yu'er couldn't turn his head.
The servant hurried forward and explained with a smile: "Your Majesty means, Your Highness, just watch and explain."
Now the little girl understood and was happy again: "Dad, you are so kind."
Yeheng: "..."
Waiter: "..."
Hey, Your Highness is so easy to deceive, what should I do in the future.
Then, the little girl described to her father vividly the story of seven pears, riding a pumpkin cart, holding a fairy stick, and going up the mountain to beat a tigress.
I don't know what Yeheng's expression is, but the waiter was silent for a long time, as if remembering something, he asked with difficulty: "Little Highness, the seven pears you mentioned...could they be called dwarfs? "
"That's right," the little girl thought for a while, and said, "Auntie said, they are all very small, as small as Lili, and there are seven more of them, so many!"
The waiter couldn't help laughing: "Then this pumpkin cart..."
Shouldn't this only appear in the story of Cinderella!
How did you run into Snow White!
And even let the seven dwarfs get on the pumpkin cart, what about Cinderella? do you died
Are they the seven dwarfs or the seven robbers
The little girl was confident: "There are too many people, it is faster to take a car, because we have to hunt tigers!"
This tiger is even more outrageous, and it still uses a fairy stick to fight.
how? Are you going to go to the mountains and do a magic trick for the tiger, so that the tiger will die laughing
The servant choked for a moment, and reminded her of the wrong story: "Your Highness, if I remember correctly, it wasn't the seven dwarves who beat the tiger, but a man named 'Wu Song'. "
"yes?"
The little girl couldn't believe that she had made a mistake, she scratched her head and looked at Yeheng.
Yeheng didn't say much, just glanced at her lightly: "Look what I'm doing, aren't you the one who tells the story?"
The little girl slapped her head: "Yes."
As she spoke, the little girl opened her big black eyes, turned her head, and asked, "Uncle, have you heard this story from my aunt?"
The corner of the servant's mouth twitched: "...that's not true."
Even if you have heard it, it shouldn't be a story of so many stories blended together.
The little girl's confidence came in an instant, and the expression on her face looked extremely confident: "That must be uncle, you remembered wrongly, the tiger was beaten by Lili, not Wushou!"
She looked overconfident, as if she had really shot a tiger. After she finished speaking, she couldn't help muttering:
"We have seven of them. They are super powerful. There is only one in Wushou. How can we kill a tiger? Only Lili can kill a tiger..."
Waiter: "..."
People call it "Wu Song"!
Wu Song! ! !
If you snatch someone else's tiger, at least you should call the other person's name correctly.
But this self-confident, shameless and almost domineering appearance has a bit of the shadow of their emperor.
Not only the attendant collapsed, afterward, Fusang also collapsed after hearing this shocking story about ghosts and gods.
Not only fell into deep doubt: Is this really the story she told before
Moreover, being teased by her like this made Fusang almost lose the ability to tell stories to others.
Whenever she tells people about fairy tales, fables, and stories in the mortal world, the first thing that comes to her mind is:
Her seven dear nieces snatched Cinderella's pumpkin cart and the little fairy's fairy stick, and ran to the mountain without any trouble, snatched Wu Song's tiger, captured and beat them.
The seven little ones, holding fairy sticks, surrounded a tiger who was many times taller than them...
Thinking of that picture, I couldn't look directly at those stories for a while.
But at noon on the second day, on the verge of collapse, one more person was added.
The little girl lay on her father's back and asked, "Dad, will you tell a bedtime story today?"
Yeheng: "..."
After listening to a few more stories yesterday, the waiter with an extremely haggard face said: "..."