Chapter 2149： Let's go to Xili together

Gu Nuo'er slept soundly, but her dream was not good.

In her dream, she came to Xili, but she found out that Ling Tianyin had become a prisoner!

The power in the DPRK was controlled by Yun Linzhou.

Even, Yun Linzhou went to court every day, sitting grandly on the dragon chair, and Wan Chen shouted for peace!

And Ling Shen has grown into a gentle and steady prince, he is resourceful, but unfortunately he was killed by Yun Linzhou's design!

At the end of the dream, Ling Shen was pushed off the cliff by Yun Linzhou.

Gu Nuo'er exclaimed: "Don't!"

She woke up suddenly, and the thin quilt covering her body fell to the ground.

The palace maid at the door heard the voice and hurried in.

"Your Highness Princess, is it a nightmare? This servant will pour you some water."

The palace maid lit a candle, and the dim warm light quickly dispelled Gu Nuo'er's fear of seeing Ling Shen fall off the cliff with her own eyes.

The girl was gasping for breath, her heart beating faster.

She drank a cup of tea to calm down.

Gu Nuo'er looked around: "Where's Brother Siming?"

When she was vulnerable and scared, her first reaction was to look for him.

The palace maid replied, "Fangcai Houye heard that there was a strange person in the stern of the boat, and he has already rushed to deal with it."

"wack?"

Perhaps it was the dream just now, which made Gu Nuo'er a little uneasy.

She quickly put on her clothes: "I'll go take a look too."

The palace maid held an umbrella and hurriedly followed.

At the stern of the boat, Gu Nuoer was the first to see Ye Siming's back to her figure.

There was a circle of guards standing around, so the man in the middle was blocked.

After Gu Nuoer approached, she heard a familiar voice—

"So, that's what happened. I was thrown up by the fifth brother. The white body on my body should be the flour that was just accidentally stuck in the granary."

Gu Nuo'er's eyes widened, the voice was...

"Seventh brother!"

The crowd made way for Gu Nuoer to walk over.

Kongjue stood there, his cassock soaking wet, and a helpless smile of reconciliation on his cold and white Qingjun face.

"Sister, this time with Xi Li, it seems that there will be one more of me to accompany you."

How is this going?

Ye Siming stretched out his hand and pulled Gu Nuo'er to his side, blocking the noisy rain and wind for her.

Then, the boy whispered: "The fifth prince wanted to pull the seventh prince and sneak into the boat to travel with us."

"He knocked out the seventh prince first, and when he returned to the palace to pack his bags, we happened to leave by boat."

"Because the fifth prince's hands were a little stronger, the seventh prince was in a coma for two days before waking up."

"The sudden appearance of him just now scared the two palace maids and caused a little commotion. I came to know about it."

After Gu Nuoer learned the reason for the incident, she leaned forward and closed with a smile.

"Since that's the case, Seventh Brother, come play with us! Your clothes are soaking wet, do you have any clean clothes to change?"

Kongjue shook his head sadly: "The fifth brother moved so fast that I was knocked out before I even had time to speak. I didn't bring anything."

Not only did he not bring a replaceable cassock, but also his wooden fish.

Fortunately, around the neck, there is also a string of Buddhist beads that Kongjue has been playing with all the year round.

Otherwise, he really has the heart to jump into the river.

Gu Nuoer thought about it, and asked Ye Siming to take a set of his clothes for Kongjue to replace first.

However, don't say it.

Kongjue has a handsome face, and has the kind of indifference and distantness of cultivating Buddhism. When he changed his cassocks and put on his regular clothes, he showed a different kind of unique handsomeness.

Gu Nuo'er stood at the door and saw it, and praised sincerely: "Good-looking, brother is really a talent!"

Ye Siming's thin eyes were cold and as black as ink.

He said coldly: "It just looks like it's too light."

Kongjue smiled restrainedly, and he put his hands together: "Amitabha."

Just then, the steerer came.

"His Royal Highness, the rain is getting heavier and heavier. Should we stop the boat at the ferry in front and wait for the wind and rain to pass before proceeding?"