Tyrant Daddy’s Petite Bag

Jiang Xiaoran was stunned when he heard it: "Grandfather!"

Is he the blood of the Jiang family?

Why did the old man speak so harshly.

Old Marquis Jiang glared at him: "Shut up! You are a few years older than Marquis, and you are still so unpromising, you are not worried, I am worried for you!"

Ye Siming raised his eyebrows and agreed, "I'll give him a good practice when I get a chance."

Old Marquis Jiang immediately folded his hands: "I'm sorry Marquis."

Ye Siming responded with a clasped fist: "It's hard to raise your hand."

Jiang Xiaoran felt that he should not be here.

His grandfather's grandson might be Ye Siming.

Old Marquis Jiang smiled slightly with his gray beard.

"By the way, the Marquis's family should not have said marriage, right? The old man has a grand-niece who is not in the capital now, but she is a well-known and talented girl in Liangzhou."

Just after he finished saying this, Ye Siming's expression turned cold.

Jiang Xiaoran suddenly stopped: "Grandfather, as soon as you are old, don't worry about our juniors. The banquet is about to start, and Si Ming and I will go back first."

Old Marquis Jiang waved his arms and avoided Jiang Xiaoran's hand.

"Master Hou is a talented person, rare in the world, and has a good relationship with Xiao Ran. The old man cares and asks, and please don't mind the Lord Hou."

Ye Siming raised his jaw when he heard the words.

"I won't mind, but I already have a lover in my heart, so the old man doesn't need to worry about me."

Old Marquis Jiang suddenly became interested: "Oh? Whose girl is she who can be favored by Marquis Yongye? She must be a wonderful person who amazes all directions, right?"

Ye Siming thought of Gu Nuo'er, and a smile appeared on his lips involuntarily.

His eyes also softened, looking at a small yellow stamen flower in the courtyard facing the autumn sun.

Ye Siming said in a calm tone, "It's my wishful thinking now, and I haven't told my mind yet, so I can't reveal her name to the old marquis."

"In the future, I have solicited her heart, and I will tell the world."

Jiang Xiaoran was greatly admired.

Ye Siming really protects Gu Nuoer everywhere.

For the sake of her reputation, he didn't mention her name at all.

After several remarks, Old Marquis Jiang could already see that Ye Siming was a man who looked young, but was old and determined.

Jiang Xiaoran is a few years older than him, and in front of him, I am afraid he looks like an eight-year-old urchin!

Thinking of this, Old Marquis Jiang shook his head helplessly.

"Then the old man wished Hou Ye's wishes come true and a good match with his sweetheart."

Ye Si Ming said thank you indifferently, and Jiang Xiaoran took him away.

The two were walking back to the banquet, Jiang Xiao Ran shook his fan with a dry smile.

"Don't take my grandfather's words to heart, he's getting old and likes to have some mandarin ducks!"

Ye Siming didn't seem to care.

However, the words of Old Marquis Jiang gave him a reminder.

Since someone will say kiss for him, then Gu Nuoer is just young, will there be talented young people approaching?

As soon as the two of them walked to the gate of the garden where the banquet was held, they heard bursts of applause from inside.

As soon as Ye Siming and Jiang Xiaoran appeared, several noble sons who had been friends with each other on weekdays gathered around.

They laughed and said, "I can't tell, Her Royal Highness has such good archery skills!"

Jiang Xiaoran's eyes widened, staring at the crowd, the fluttering skirt and Gu Nuo'er's slender figure, as beautiful as a nine-day fairy.

She drew the bow full, blindfolded, and aimed at the crowd.

This is a trick that has recently become popular among young ladies.

The arrow has been cut long ago, and the front end is still wrapped in red cloth.

But if the arrow hits someone, the two of them have to drink a pair of wine.

Ye Siming lowered his eyes and saw that Gu Nuo'er was surrounded by rich young masters.

Although everyone was at a distance, they seemed to be waiting for the princess to shoot herself with an arrow, so that she could become the emperor's quick son-in-law.

Ye Siming gritted his teeth, his eyes gloomy and unhappy.

Just now, he should have left a mark on Gu Nuo'er's neck to prevent others from thinking about it.

The little thing played such a game to relieve his boredom. He came back a little late.