Tyrant Daddy’s Petite Bag

Concubine Qiao Gui took Ming Wei to the back door quickly, just as she was about to break in to help Gu Nuoer.

But I saw a carriage rushing out of the alley.

The curtain behind the carriage revealed a crescent-white dress.

Concubine Qiao was shocked: "Nuoer!"

She hurriedly chased after a few steps, but found that the carriage was extremely fast.

"Bring your sword!" Concubine Qiao immediately turned her head and ordered.

When Ming Wei handed the sword into Concubine Qiao's hands, she jumped lightly and jumped onto the roof next to her.

Afterwards, Concubine Qiao squinted her eyes, even though her wrists trembled slightly due to intense worry, she tried her best to control her emotions.

Concubine Qiao suddenly flicked her sleeves, and the sharp sword swirled towards the chariot of the carriage.

Originally, Concubine Qiao wanted to pin the wheel with her sword.

However, the quasi head was slightly tilted, but a gangster happened to hear the sound and looked through the window.

As soon as he stretched out his head, he was immediately blinded by a sharp sword.

"Ah—!" He screamed, hurriedly covering his eyes and hiding in.

Concubine Qiao's complexion changed.

Did not stop them!

Her eyes were full of anger, and she turned to Ming Wei and instructed: "You go to lead the horse, you go to the yamen to order small dogs, bring those dogs here, smell the blood and chase after Ben Gong, who dares to shirk the block, Ben Gong will cut off his head immediately!"

Ming Wei immediately ordered to do so.

Concubine Qiao's fair and plump forehead was covered in cold sweat. Even though she was stern, the fingertips hidden in her sleeves were trembling slightly.

Nuoer, it's the mother's fault.

You must be okay.

At night, there are many pilgrims at the entrance of Taishi Temple, and the lively situation is unprecedented.

But before everyone entered the temple, they would glance at the handsome white figure standing at the door.

The young man's eyes were cold and rebellious, but with a hint of warmth.

He waited here before it was dark. If it was completely dark today, he had been standing for half an hour, but he still didn't feel tired.

Ye Siming was quite patient.

He knew that Gu Nuo'er would come, so no matter how long he was, he was willing to wait.

Not long after, he saw Jiang Xiaoran holding Xie Yinxiang over.

Xie Yinxiang looked up and saw Ye Siming, and there was some embarrassment on her face.

Jiang Xiaoran held her hand even tighter, and went to Ye Siming to say hello.

"Yo, Siming, I'm waiting for someone!" He looked intently and gave a thumbs up: "This outfit today is absolutely amazing! Except you, no one in the world can match white clothes!"

Ye Siming pretended to be cold-hearted: "Stop talking nonsense, hurry up and get incense, don't disturb me."

Jiang Xiaoran chuckled secretly: "The princess hasn't come yet, is it too late?"

The young man's expression was indifferent, his jaw was slightly raised, and he showed an arrogant look: "She's not late, it's me who arrived early."

Jiang Xiaoran expressed his admiration for the mentality of Princess Ye Si Mingchong.

He sincerely showed admiration, and without much delay, took Xie Yinxiang into Taishi Temple.

However, after another half an hour, Gu Nuo'er hadn't come yet.

Ye Siming stood there and never left, for fear that Gu Nuoer would not be able to see him when he came.

He just kept waiting.

When thousands of sky lanterns were flying in unison, Ye Siming raised his head and saw it, his long eyebrows twitched in confusion.

A round of cold moon on the horizon seems to be watching the splendid lights of this world coldly.

Noel...isn't he coming?

Suddenly, there were light footsteps beside him, Ye Siming immediately turned his head and looked with hopeful eyes.

The visitor was not Gu Nuoer, but the seventh prince, Kongjue, who had become a monk.

"Amitabha, donor, you have been standing here for a long time, but the person you are waiting for hasn't come yet?" Kongjue asked.