Chapter 1272： Brother Siming, this comb pierces me

Two days passed.

A thunderstorm ended the hot summer in Xili.

When autumn is approaching, the wind and rain bring a hint of coolness.

Gu Nuo'er sat at the table and packed the bought gifts into boxes one by one.

"This is for Dad, and that is for Mom."

"Well, I have to give the Queen Mother, Concubine Yi, Mother Lan, and Mother Mo..."

She counted them one by one, for fear of missing someone.

Ye Siming looked down from the side, and there were three piles of baggage on the table as high as three hills.

Little things bring gifts to almost everyone.

When she counted the things prepared for her brothers, she suddenly remembered.

"That's right, a few days ago, the fourth princess sister, didn't you send someone to say that the big brother is also here?"

Gu Nuo'er blinked her long eyelashes and pondered: "I asked her to lead my eldest brother into the palace for me, why didn't I see anyone after two days passed?"

Ye Siming raised his eyebrows, his ink pupils glowing lightly: "Should I ask?"

Gu Nuo'er pouted and thought for a while: "I'll go with Brother Siming later later!"

The little guy stretched out his hand and put his things into the small bag.

In two or three days, I decided to go home!

When Gu Nuoer picked up the "white hair comb", she suddenly felt a slight pain in her fingertips.

She gasped and put down the comb immediately.

Ye Siming was helping her put away the burdens one by one, when he heard the words, he turned around quickly: "What's wrong?"

Gu Nuo'er lowered her long black eyelashes and looked at the white tender finger pulp where a blood bead had appeared.

She blinked her eyes pitifully: "Why does this comb still have thorns!"

Ye Siming came over, frowned and picked up the comb to check.

The jade green is deep, with very few impurities, not to mention damaged, not even conspicuous scratches.

But looking at the blood on the little guy's tender fingers, Ye Siming's eyes were sharp and cold.

He checked the comb carefully and found nothing unusual.

But it made him more suspicious.

Gu Nuoer didn't know where he hurt his finger. There should be blood on the comb, but he couldn't see it after looking for a long time.

There was not even a trace of blood on it.

Ye Siming put down the comb, squatted down to hold Gu Nuo'er's little finger, and blew twice first.

Then he asked, "Does it hurt?"

The little guy sat and looked down at the boy.

The rain outside the window swayed, and a few strands flew in, stained with Gu Nuo'er's soft black hair.

It made her white and tender face more delicate, and her facial features had lost some baby fat at some point. Shuiwu's eyes were agile, and she was a living beauty.

She shook her head: "It doesn't hurt anymore, brother Siming, this comb pierces me."

Gu Nuo'er blinked her long eyelashes and looked aggrieved, making Ye Siming laugh.

He raised his arrogant long eyebrows: "Then what should we do, let's give the comb away, no more."

Gu Nuo'er immediately withdrew her hand and blew it twice by herself: "No! This is what Brother Siming won for me. I want to keep it well."

"I must have been careless just now, it has nothing to do with the comb!"

After all, the little guy hurriedly put away the jade comb, for fear that Ye Siming would really take it away.

Ye Siming pursed his thin lips, feeling a little joy in his heart.

Gu Nuoer cherishes the things he gave.

At this time, Qianhong suddenly rushed over in a panic, not caring about etiquette, she cried and said: "Little Princess Yaoguang, Your Highness Shen has been poisoned, and our empress is gone, the slaves are really helpless, please help to find them together. !"

Gu Nuo'er's eyes flashed in surprise, she quickly jumped off the chair, and walked out with her little feet.

"What's going on!"