Chapter 1309： The princess is the king, and you are the minister!

Looking at Gu Nuoer's beautiful and sweetly smiling Furong face, Gu Zihe swallowed the words he was about to preach.

He kept his head down and painted until a painting took shape.

Gu Nuo'er ran to Gu Zihe's side to look at it. In the painting, Ye Siming and her were both smiling, the lakes and mountains behind them, and the willows on the shore.

Gu Zihe said, "I'll take it back to color it and let it dry before I give it to my sister."

The little girl nodded happily: "Eleven brother's painting skills are well-deserved, so you'll have to work hard."

She also had to go to the Four Seasons Sugar Shop to check the accounts, so she said goodbye to Ye Siming and Gu Zihe first. The little girl boarded the carriage, stretched out Yubai's hand, waved it, and said goodbye with a smile.

Watching the carriage go away, Ye Siming also got on his horse.

"Eleventh Highness, you are free." He was about to leave.

"Hey! Marquis Yongye, please stop." Gu Zihe hurriedly stood in front of the horse.

Ye Siming raised his eyebrows and sat on the horse's back: "Is there something wrong with Your Highness?"

Gu Zihe raised his head and asked, "What is the Lord Hou going to do later? Do you have time to chat?"

"I'm going to the barracks. There's still time. If your Highness has something to say, you might as well say it directly."

Gu Zihe smiled and said: "Master Hou, I know that you and Nuo'er grew up together and have a deep friendship, but now that Nuo'er has grown up, there are differences between men and women. In the future, you should pay more attention to it. Well, don't be too intimate with her."

Ye Siming lowered his cold eyes and looked at Gu Zihe fixedly.

The spring breeze was blowing, and the shadow cast by the willows swayed, and the young man's cold and white face also fell like a bright spot.

However, it still could not illuminate his eyes.

Gu Zi and Yuan Yuan kept smiling, but Ye Si Ming didn't speak for a long time, so he was a little uncertain.

It is often heard that Marquis Yongye has a cold and arrogant temperament and does not care about anything. Some people say that he is arrogant, and some people say that he is ruthless.

He is only special to his sister Gu Nuoer.

Just when Gu Zihe was about to stop smiling, Ye Siming finally spoke up.

"Your Highness, your sleeves are dirty." He said lightly.

Gu Zihe was stunned for a moment, then lowered his head to see that the cuff had just been accidentally stained with ink!

"Oops, it's broken." He quickly pulled up his sleeves.

Ye Siming said at this time: "I still have something to do in the barracks, so I won't accompany you any more. Your Highness will do it at your own discretion."

Saying that, he swung the whip away.

The next moment, Gu Zihe reacted and chased after a few steps: "Hey! Lord Hou!"

Seeing Ye Siming's tall and straight figure gradually disappearing at the end of the street, Gu Zihe threw his sleeves angrily.

Does Yong Yehou understand this or not?

Gu Zihe told him that there was a difference between men and women, and he said that Gu Zihe's sleeves were dirty.

This answer is not what I asked, it really makes people cry and laugh!

Gu Zihe couldn't, so he had to let the servants and entourages pack up the paper and ink, and went back to color his sister's painting.

Ye Siming rode his horse at a gallop, leaving the surrounding scenery behind.

The boy's eyes were cold.

What Gu Zihe said, Bai Yi also told him half a month ago.

"The princess is at a young age now, and you are no longer a child. You can't be so close in public."

Ye Siming then asked solemnly, "Why?"

Bai Yi was taken aback and explained: "There are differences between men and women, not to mention the etiquette and rules, the princess is the king, and you are the minister!"

Ye Siming's face was very ugly, and his jaw was tight.

The rules of the world could not restrain him at all.

Bai Yi's words were still in his ears, and now Gu Zihe said the same.

The young man tightened the reins and accelerated the speed of the horses forward.

At this moment, Ye Siming was feeling restless for no reason.