Alas, Longdun regretted it to death.

"Little Silver Spear, I'll take you home..." Bu Jinghua stood up leisurely as he gently comforted the fragments of the Little Silver Spear. His state of being without others made people feel distressed even more when they saw it. The Little Silver Spear was gone.

, how sad this child must be. I always thought that this child would have no other expression except indifference. I didn’t expect that this child is so emotional. It’s just an iron gun. It’s necessary to cry like this.

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Children are children, and they are actually not much different from Long Yan.

Looking at Bu Jinghua's retreating figure, everyone present had different expressions and their own thoughts.[

Long Dun felt really uncomfortable. That girl who had always been so arrogant was actually made so depressed by him. Hey, he was guilty!

Everyone present felt pitiful for Bu Jinghua. Only Young Master Ying felt that he was in a particularly good mood. One of the two small silver guns was finally destroyed, and there was another one. She should think of a way to take advantage of others.

It is the most appropriate thing for a "disease" to kill someone. Young Master Ying has another bad idea in his heart.

"My father is a bad person, wu wu wu, he broke my concubine's little silver gun, which made my concubine cry, wu wu wu, I hate my father, wu wu wu!" Long Yan stood there, crying.

She was like a tearful person, her tears were falling down like a child, and she really had no image at all like a child. This guy, her little silver gun was broken, what does it have to do with him? No need to cry so sadly.

?She cried just to increase Long Dun's guilt. He cried to help her, right? As he walked, Bu Jinghua commented on Long Yan, who was crying with him. He felt that this guy was really annoying sometimes.

It's hard for people to understand.

"Yan'er, please don't be rude. Your father didn't mean it..." The queen comforted her like this, but when she said this, Long Dun suddenly looked over, which made her feel a knot in her heart. Uh, she said it wrong.

That’s it…

"He did it on purpose, on purpose. The little silver gun was fine just now, but it broke in his hands. He broke the little silver gun on purpose. I hate him... wuwuwu..." Long Yan made a fuss.

Awkwardly, he complained word by word. As Long Dun listened, he felt even more guilty.

Hey, it seems that he should think of a way to make up for what happened today! It’s better to touch the little silver gun less in the future! After this time, Long Dun never mentioned anything about the little silver gun again, until one day

…the legend of the little silver gun is rising again.

Back at the Fourth Prince's Mansion, Bu Jinghua locked himself in the room for the whole day. During this period, no matter how strict the rules of the Fourth Prince's Mansion were, he could not make things difficult for this child who was in such a low mood.

The good culprit is still the emperor himself. No matter how much Long Meng wants to act according to the rules, this is the only time he can do it. This time, he should regard it as atonement for the emperor and follow Na Wa's wishes and let her eat in the room.

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Therefore, Long Meng specially asked Xiaolu to prepare a lot of delicious food for Bu Jinghua, not afraid of wasting it, but afraid that she would not appreciate it and not eat it.

However, Bu Jinghua is such a pretentious person. She is a fool if she doesn't eat what is served. Even if she doesn't eat, the teacher still has to eat, so no matter how much is brought in, it will always be an empty plate.

When I came out, I even asked the housekeeper for several more meals. The reason was: turning sadness into appetite!
Chapter completed!