Chapter 1703： The state of Jin is gone, the fourteenth prince should consider going home

I saw Gu Zibei lift the wooden barrel on the ground first.

Gu Nuoer handed over the handkerchief at the right time.

He nodded slightly: "Thank you sister."

After wiping off the rice grains from the corners of his mouth, Gu Zibei's expression became much calmer.

He regained his handsome and elegant appearance, like a pine and bamboo, sitting upright.

"I heard from Xiu Li that my sister will be ready soon."

"Since ancient times, women can be married when they are married. If the two of you are in love, then even if you are a good person, why not?"

Gu Zibei felt that after he said these words, Gu Nuoer's clear and beautiful eyes were obviously brighter.

He paused and continued: "However, there are still a few points worth hesitating."

"There is a rule in Daqi that consorts cannot enter officialdom and cannot be an official."

"Marquis Yongye has a kung fu that is unmatched by the world. Will he be willing to be his sister's concubine and be trapped in a princess' mansion?"

"And I heard that his adopted father is General Bai Yi, and he is also a general who has made countless contributions on the battlefield."

"The military attache is usually easy to get along with, but after all, he is not Yong Yehou's biological parents, which means that he is a little worse in the world."

"Even if Marquis Yongye wants to be the concubine, I'm afraid that the royal father will think...he is not worthy of you."

Gu Zibei talked and went around, and he pointed out a problem.

Gu Yihan probably wouldn't agree.

Gu Nuoer, who knew her father's personality well, blinked her long eyelashes twice.

The only thing she wondered was: "If brother Siming marries me, can he no longer do what he wants to do?"

Gu Zibei nodded lightly: "Sister, being a concubine and serving the princess are the rules of the heavenly family."

"He will put you first in everything, and of course he will give up the things he once liked. Whatever he does, he can't follow his temperament."

Gu Nuo'er fell into deep thought, red lips murmured: "If you marry me, do you have to give up so much?"

After a while, she figured it out, and suddenly smiled sweetly: "It doesn't matter, I will beg Daddy when the time comes, and Daddy will be soft-hearted!"

"Brother Siming can still be himself, he doesn't have to give up everything he likes for me."

Gu Zibei was stunned for a moment, feeling a little unlikely.

The rules of etiquette are so prescribed.

The royal father loves his younger sister, so he won't ignore the law, right?

He couldn't help but said: "It's better to think about this matter in the long run, and my sister will think about it..."

"What are you thinking about?" Ye Siming's voice came from outside the tent.

Gu Nuoer opened her eyes in shock, and immediately made a gesture to Gu Zibei.

The next second, someone lifted the curtain.

Ye Siming's tall and handsome figure appeared at the door.

While taking off his cloak, he looked at Gu Zibei.

The unruly eyebrows, which were stained with a bit of frost and snow, were even more stern.

Gu Zibei stood up and nodded to Ye Siming with a calm expression.

"Sister Fang Cai is persuading me to accompany her back to the capital, but after so many years away, I have already given up the idea of ​​going back."

"It's just that I can't bear to brush off Nuo'er's kindness, so I want her to think about it again."

Gu Nuo'er nodded like a chicken pecking at the rice, with dark eyes and a cute look.

"Yes, that's it!"

I admire the heart of the fourteenth brother.

In front of Brother Siming, he can tell lies so calmly.

Ye Siming raised his eyebrows clearly when he heard the words.

Of course he followed Gu Nuo'er's thoughts.

"There's nothing wrong with going back to the capital. The state of Jin is gone, and the fourteenth prince should consider going home."

Gu Zibei did not want to discuss this issue in depth.

He said: "Let me think about it. Since Hou Yongye is back, I will leave first."

He did not forget to mention his unfinished rice bucket.

With a handsome back, he left gracefully.