Chapter 1062： It doesn't matter if you break my skirt

Gu Nuo'er hugged Ye Siming's arm tightly.

A pair of water eyes sparkled: "Sister Qianhong, this is my brother Siming! My father asked him to accompany me to play in Xili!"

The corners of Qianhong's mouth twitched slightly.

Are you coming to Xili to play?

The emperor of Daqi has a big heart.

Qianhong rearranged her expression and smiled enthusiastically.

"So that's the case. If Niangniang knew about it, she would be very happy. The two of you, please go back to Qinghe Palace with your servants."

On the way back, Qianhong walked in front.

Gu Nuo'er's little hand was grabbed by Ye Siming, and the two were side by side.

Because he was there, the little guy stomped his feet and looked very happy.

But Ye Siming's cold eyes were calm and he didn't look sideways.

"His Royal Highness, is it a prince?" After all, he couldn't help but ask.

Gu Nuo'er raised her head, didn't notice anything, smiled and said, "Yes!"

"Brother Shen'er is very good, and he is also very cute! Brother Si Ming will definitely like him if he sees him later."

Ye Siming didn't even think about it, so he subconsciously replied, "I don't like it."

The little guy blinked.

Ye Siming's tone was cold, his eyes were black, and he said with a sense of alienation: "His father, Ling Tianyin, sent someone to arrest you."

"I don't like their family."

If he didn't go back in time, I'm afraid he would have to chase the little guy, and it would take several days to catch up.

Gu Nuo'er heard the words, her two small hands hugged Ye Siming's arm together.

She shook it coquettishly: "Brother Siming, don't be angry with the people here."

"Noble promises you that when we leave, we are all our own people!"

Ye Siming's thin lips pursed into a line.

Could it be that that deep highness will eventually become his own?

Thinking of this, the young man snorted coldly.

He would like to see what the so-called His Highness Shen is capable of.

Gu Nuo'er knew that Ye Siming was not happy, so she simply used her trump card.

"Brother Siming, give me a hug."

Ye Siming was a little hesitant.

He lowered his eyes, looked at the little guy and said, "Just now... it's a little heavier. Some people are injured. There is blood in my right hand, which will stain your clothes."

When the young man said this, his normally unruly brows.

At this moment, there is only a frankness of admitting wrong.

Gu Nuo'er blinked her eyes.

She put her little head on Ye Siming's arm and looked up at him obediently.

Those big grape eyes were full of reliance on Ye Siming.

"Brother Siming, if it's you, it doesn't matter."

"I don't mind if you stain my skirt easily, and I don't mind if your hands are dirty."

"If it's yours, it's fine."

"So, give me a hug?" The little guy puffed out his cheeks and fluttered his eyelashes.

Well-behaved, I can't wait for someone to hold her in my arms and love her.

Ye Siming didn't know what to think, but his ears turned red!

He held the little guy in his arms.

For fear that she will find her own change.

Fortunately, the Qinghe Palace will be here soon.

Ling Shen stood guard at the door, looking forward to it.

Seeing Gu Nuo'er's figure, he immediately snorted happily: "Mother concubine, sister Nuo'er is back with a big brother!"

Concubine Lu hurriedly put down the book and walked out quickly.

I saw the young man holding Gu Nuoer behind Qianhong, with the same brows and eyes as before, with a hint of indifference, but also a hint of arrogance.

It's him!

Concubine Lu couldn't forget the time when she was let go by him.

When he mentioned Gu Nuo'er, there was a sudden smile and warmth in his eyes.

She hurriedly greeted her: "This is the Yongye Hou of the Great Qi Kingdom, right?"