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She rolled her eyes twice.

Suddenly, Empress Zhong asked, "Princess Yaoguang will also go to the dust washing banquet tonight, right?"

The palace maid was stunned for a moment, then nodded: "Yes, it was you who invited me."

Empress Zhong pursed her red lips with a smile that was not a smile: "Very good, Ben Gong has never formally met this Princess Yaoguang."

"If she comes tonight, you can prepare a glass of wine and ask her to come and greet this palace."

Although the palace maid was puzzled, she still bowed her head and replied, "Yes."

"It's just that Niangniang, this slave servant heard that this Princess Yaoguang is very clever."

What the palace maid meant was that if the queen wanted to give Gu Nuoer a slap in the face.

I'm afraid it won't be so smooth.

But Queen Zhong naturally didn't plan so.

She smiled full, and her eyes flashed with poison.

"Ben Gong just wants to get to know her well, so you must treat her with respect."

"My servant understands." The palace maid nodded.

In a blink of an eye, it was night.

The stars are full of stars, and the moon is bright in the sky.

The dark blue starry night reflects the prosperity of the palace.

The banquet for Wei Cang was held in Taiping Garden.

Concubine Lu invited Gu Nuoer and Ye Siming to come with her.

But the little guy declined.

Gu Nuo'er smiled sweetly: "Beautiful madam, wherever you and brother Shen'er go, they are the focus."

"If I follow you, I won't have fun!"

Hearing this, Concubine Lu gently covered her lips and smiled, "Then why don't I leave a palace maid to accompany you?"

Gu Nuo'er waved her small hand: "Don't be so troublesome, it would be nice to have brother Siming with me."

"Pretty madam, don't worry, we'll see you at Qinghe Palace tonight!"

Listening to her insisting on this, Concubine Lu did not force it any more.

She smiled with a gentle expression: "Okay, if there is any trouble at the banquet, you can come to me."

After all, Concubine Lu led Ling Shen, boarded the soft sedan chair sent by Ling Tianyin and left.

Ling Shen stuck out a chubby little face from the window, and he waved to Ye Siming and Gu Nuoer.

With great reluctance, he said, "Brother Ye, Sister Nuo'er, see you at that time!"

After they leave.

Ye Siming held Gu Nuo'er's little hand and walked together on the palace road swept by the night wind.

On both sides of the palace road, there are stone lanterns that light up with gentle light.

The reflection of the lights made Gu Nuo'er's little face more beautiful and fair.

She raised her head, said nothing, and looked at Ye Siming obediently with her big eyes.

After the teenager noticed it, he lowered his head and looked at her: "What's wrong?"

"Brother Siming," Gu Nuo'er said softly, "You have worked hard today. To protect me, you beat so many people."

"Your hands must be very tired, I'll rub and blow for you!"

The little guy picked up Ye Siming's knuckles, rubbed it with the strength of milk, and exhaled two more breaths.

When Ye Siming saw her small round face, his expression was serious.

He couldn't help but sneer.

"What's so tiring."

Hearing the words, the little guy was about to let go.

Ye Siming frowned and suddenly reacted.

"But...but the phalanx is still a little sore." He paused and said in a deep voice.

Gu Nuo'er blinked her eyes, with a small look of "I know it".

"That's right! I see you smashed the chair easily, and then swish people with a stick, you will definitely be tired! Knead it for you!"

The little guy squeezed twice thoughtfully.

Ye Siming's eyebrows raised a hint of joy and comfort.

He even slowed down a bit.

Gu Nuo'er's actions were all distressed.

"Brother Siming, I will practice my iron head skill well, and I will be able to help you when I encounter big bad guys in the future."