Tyrant Daddy’s Petite Bag

Ye Siming wrapped his left hand around the little guy to prevent her from sliding down.

He lifted his boots into the yard.

A huge palace, because Concubine Mo likes quietness.

In addition, she doesn't trust the guards, and trusts her own organs more.

Therefore, there is no one outside the hall at this moment.

Only the setting sun shines at night, and there is a tall flower tree in the yard.

The breeze blew, bringing colorful drops.

The green grass is long, and the little wildflowers are blooming brilliantly.

Gu Nuo'er nervously put her whole little face on Ye Siming's face.

Ye Siming's footsteps stopped, and his ears suddenly turned red.

He squinted slightly: "What are you doing?"

The little man looked back and forth with big eyes, earnestly vigilant.

"I'm watching! If there are any silver needles that suddenly fly out, I'll remind Brother Siming."

Ye Siming pursed his lips, his eyes were extremely unnatural: "Then... do you have to keep your face with me?"

Gu Nuo'er moved her little head away and looked at Ye Siming seriously: "Then where would I stick?"

"..." Ye Siming's dark eyes looked elsewhere: "As you wish."

Gu Nuoer really leaned up again.

Ye Siming walked steadily towards the main hall of Liuyun Palace.

Suddenly, he stepped on a raised stone slab.

At the same time, a "whoosh" sound came from all directions.

Ye Siming's face turned cold, he hugged Gu Nuo'er and took off his boots before jumping up.

He fell in front of him.

When I looked back, I saw that several bows and crossbows had been shot at the position where I had just stood.

Gu Nuo'er lay on his shoulders, looking straight and widened her eyes.

Ye Siming frowned: "No wonder the eighth prince always likes to play with the organs. Concubine Mo is so afraid of hurting the emperor?"

Gu Nuo'er rested her chin with her small hand and thought for a while.

"Well, Daddy doesn't come here to kiss Concubine Mo very often, he spends most of the time with me."

Ye Siming was dumbfounded.

Xu Shi heard the movement, and soon a woman came out of the hall.

She was wearing a large ink-colored robe, like a beautiful woman walking out of the painting.

His brows were fixed with a bookish elegance.

"Nuo'er, why are you here?" Concubine Mo stretched out her hand, revealing a black jade bracelet on her wrist.

She hurriedly waved her sleeves: "Come here, little mother, and give me a hug."

Gu Nuoer "abandoned" Ye Siming.

She twisted her **** to the ground and ran to Concubine Mo.

"Mother Mo, Nuo'er came to see you!"

Concubine Mo took the little guy into her arms and smiled extremely gently.

She tapped the tip of her nose twice: "Didn't I tell you, if you want to see me, remember to shout a few times outside the hall, there are many organs here, what should I do if I hurt you?"

Gu Nuo'er turned her head to look at Ye Siming and said with a smile, "I'm not afraid, because I brought Brother Siming with him, he is very good!"

Concubine Mo looked at Ye Siming who was standing in the courtyard.

She seldom goes out, and this is the first time she has officially met Ye Siming face to face in so many years.

When Concubine Mo looked at Ye Siming, her expression was very serious.

Like a mother, examining a little boy playing with her daughter.

"Master Hou, I heard Lan'er say that you are a person with extremely high martial arts."

Ye Siming's brows looked lazily: "Yes."

Mo Fei was startled.

Did he admit it?

Not guilty of denying a few words.

Concubine Mo was at a loss for words, and took a long time to say, "Come in."

She carried Gu Nuoer into the hall.

From the decorations in the hall, you can see what kind of person Mo Concubine likes.

The whole hall uses cool colors, dark stone bricks, and silver pieces.