Tyrant Daddy’s Petite Bag

In another carriage that passed Ling Qingge's carriage, Gu Nuo'er, Ye Siming, and Ling Ping were sitting.

The little guy was lying on the window, with a small round face and big watery eyes.

I was looking curiously at the vendors in the street market.

There are old people who are carrying biscuits, steaming bean paste buns on the street, and children laughing and chasing with candy people.

Under the dazzling sunshine, such a scene revealed a thick atmosphere of human fireworks.

Life is so heavy.

Gu Nuo'er squinted her eyes happily, her eyelashes curled up like two small fans.

She was already in her father's royal study, and heard what Uncle Zhang Yushi said.

To determine whether the people are prosperous and happy in a country.

Just go for a walk in the street.

If the number of displaced people is small, there are many people living and working in peace and contentment, and there is a warm atmosphere everywhere.

Then, it proves that the monarch of this country has proper governance methods and the people are self-sufficient.

On the contrary, everyone is terrified, and their faces are full of unease caused by the embarrassment of their livelihood.

It means that this monarch is not good.

Gu Nuo'er looked at the lively street market, although compared to Daqi, it was still a little worse.

But it has been proved from the side that Ling Tianyin is a good monarch.

Although he was in the court, he was caught in the middle of the deep-rooted aristocratic family, and he was in a dilemma.

But at least, his people were not mistreated.

On Gu Nuo'er's soft and delicate little face, a more lovely smile suddenly appeared.

She made the right choice!

Help Daddy and Emperor Ling reconcile.

Don't let this group of happy and prosperous people fall into the panic of war.

Ling Ping beside Gu Nuoer has been silently observing the expression on the little guy's face.

Seeing her seeing the scenery outside the car window, she smiled sweetly all the way.

Ling Ping couldn't help but think, it must be sister Nuo'er who is very happy to come out to play!

Take her out more next time.

A cold voice came from the side: "What are you looking at?"

Ling Ping turned his head and met Ye Siming's unruly black eyes.

He shrank his neck suddenly: "I, that, I want to say, we can go down at the front of the neighborhood."

"It's fun to look at the street market inside."

Gu Nuoer immediately agreed with a smile: "Okay!"

Ye Siming retracted his gaze at Ling Ping.

After the overwhelming pressure disappeared, Ling Ping let out a sigh of relief.

The three got off the carriage at the next neighborhood entrance.

Passing by many vendors selling sugar cakes along the way, Ye Siming first bought her a sugar man without Gu Nuo'er telling her.

The little guy held the candy man with his white fingers, put it in his pink mouth, and watched all the way.

Ling Ping often hangs out with friends.

At this moment, Gu Nuoer walked two steps ahead, and kept turning around to introduce enthusiastically.

"Sister Nuo'er, if you are tired from walking, there is a herbal tea shop in front of them. Their ice powder is extremely delicious. I will take you and Big Brother Hou to try it!"

Gu Nuoer nodded obediently.

Suddenly, her watery eyes turned slightly to one side.

Not far ahead, a group of lively places attracted attention.

I saw that the people were unable to drain the water surrounding the place.

From time to time there were cheers, followed by sighs of defeat.

Gu Nuo'er got curious and walked over quickly with her little feet.

It's a pity that the crowd is crowded in front of her. She jumped up and down several times, but she couldn't see what was going on inside.

At this time, a pair of slender palms caught the little guy.

In an instant, Gu Nuo'er was lifted up, and then sat on Ye Siming's shoulder.

He was concerned that she was wearing a small skirt, so he didn't let her sit with her legs apart.

Instead, just sit sideways on his right shoulder.