Chapter 1267： Little Nuoer, are you going back to Daqi?

As he spoke, he put Gu Nuoer into the carriage, and Ling Tianyin also sat in.

But at this time, the little guy seemed to be able to hear that painful cry.

She couldn't help sticking her little head out of the window and looking around with her big eyes: "It seems that someone in the Zhong Mansion is crying!"

Ye Siming got on his horse, followed by the side of the carriage, and gently pushed the little guy back into the carriage with his slender palm.

Ling Tianyin then pulled Gu Nuoer to sit down.

He folded his arms with a serious face: "Zhong Mansion is full of problems all day long, regardless of them."

The wheel of the chariot turned and went towards the palace like this.

Looking at Ling Tianyin's expression, it seemed that he was still angry with the Zhong family.

After all, they dug up the bones of the old mother and buried them in the yard for the sake of feng shui, which is a bit appalling.

Gu Nuoer didn't plan to talk to Ling Tianyin at this time, let him get angry first.

The little guy leaned on the window and began to look at Ye Siming with a smile.

The young man was straight, and his horse followed unhurriedly.

When he didn't want to kill, his emotions were calm, only a pair of deep eyes were dark and cold, which contained a touch of laziness.

Ye Siming noticed the little guy's gaze, he turned his head: "What are you looking at?"

"Brother Siming, do you miss me? I miss you!" Gu Nuo'er smiled sweetly.

Under the slanting sunlight, the little guy's face was as red as an apple, but he was white and tender.

A pair of big eyes, shining extremely.

Like the gentlest water wave, it completely embraced Ye Siming's heart.

Ye Siming was startled, and looked at the little guy steadily.

Under the boy's long eyebrows, a pair of cold eyes seemed to be sprinkled with light.

His eyes were full of the little guy smiling at him with his arms on his back.

Ye Siming's thin lips moved: "I think about it."

Just when Gu Nuoer was about to speak, she heard Ling Tianyin regretting behind her.

"The Zhong family is so cunning and cunning, the money is really short."

When Gu Nuoer heard this, she hurriedly came to chat with interest. She shrank her little head and returned to the carriage.

Tu Liu Ye Siming was still riding on the horse, and lowered his eyes to recall the miss she just said.

He thinks of her when he passes the sugar shop.

I also thought of her when I took Xiao Hei away.

When I saw someone going to put the paper kite, I also thought of Gu Nuoer.

So what about her, thinking about him all the time?

Inside the carriage, Gu Nuoer patted Ling Tianyin's shoulder like little adult.

"You can't be too greedy, although for the Zhong family, the money is just a piece of meat."

"But with their temperament, they will soon find a way to exploit them from the lower levels, and then the lower-level officials will loot the people at the bottom."

"So, this time it's just a warning. Soon everyone will know that the emperor is going to the Zhongfu with a tree of one daughter."

"In the past few days, Emperor Ling, you can let your secret guards pay attention to whoever Zhong is in close contact with, then it must be his henchman, who will replace him to search for silver taels to make up for the piece of meat we tore off this time."

"And catch those officials who acted for the Zhongfu, and then rip off them, and if the circumstances are serious, they will be demoted."

"After going back and forth like this, some people don't dare. No matter how powerful Lord Zhong is, no one will listen to the pressure."

After the little guy finished speaking, he blinked and asked, "Do you understand?"

Ling Tianyin raised his eyebrows and smiled: "You treat me like a child, why can't you understand me?"

Gu Nuo'er spread Bai Nen's small hands and shook her head: "I'm not afraid that I'm going back soon. You can't deal with a group of big bad and bad by yourself."

"What? Xiao Nuo'er, are you going back to Daqi?!" Ling Tianyin got up in a hurry and slammed directly on the top of the carriage.