Yun Duoduo was very melancholy when she traveled through time and became a baby who had just turned one month old in the house of a minister of the Wei Dynasty.
My father is a veteran in the workplace, my mother is a Buddhist monk, and my brothers are still competing to see who can pee farther.
Seeing that the whole family was about to be involved in the turmoil over the heirloom, she could only lie in the cradle and frantically output:
"Dad! The thigh you are holding is cannon fodder!"
"Mom! Stop embroidering flowers, your best friend is the future concubine!"
One day her father suddenly threw away all the gifts given by the princeling, turned around and picked her up: "Good girl, who should dad cheat today?"
Yun Duoduo held the milk bottle in her mouth and fell into deep thought: Wait, can they hear my voice?
