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The princes immediately walked to the pavilion.

The eleventh prince took out a pen and paper: "Sister, your face is painted like a flower today, and it has a different kind of beauty. Don't move, Brother Eleven will help you draw it."

Gu Nuo'er's long eyelashes fluttered, and there was an annoyed look in her black pupils.

She leaned on her side and supported her head with her hands. Although her face was garish, her posture was relaxed, and she looked like a sad beauty.

"I deliberately painted ugly, I don't believe it has become like this, and there are still people who dare to approach!"

As soon as Gu Nuo'er finished speaking, a young master of the book master approached with a fan.

However, before he could speak, he was scared off by the cold and dark eyes of the first prince and the twelfth prince.

The second prince smiled brightly like a flower. He surrounded his sister: "Nuoer, why don't the second brother take you out of the palace to play now, the wild flowers in the mountains are also beautiful."

Gu Nuo'er raised her water eyes and glanced at Gu Yihan in the distance.

Her father was looking in her direction with vicissitudes and helplessness.

In Gu Yihan's eyes, there is both distress and a hint of complexity.

He seemed to be shocked by Gu Nuo'er's actions.

I didn't expect that my daughter would rather "disfigure" and look ugly in front of everyone, but also stick to what she likes in her heart.

Gu Nuo'er suddenly lost her heart.

She regrets it a little.

Are you being too impulsive and accidentally hurting your father's heart?

Gu Nuo'er cheered up and shook her head: "I'm not going. Since the banquet is here, let's stay until the end."

In the distance, Concubine Qiao stood beside Gu Yihan and looked at his expression.

"Your Majesty? Your Majesty?" Concubine Qiao opened her red lips and called him several times.

Gu Yihan came back to his senses: "Yayu..."

When he opened his mouth, like a tired lion, his voice was indifferent and low.

Concubine Qiao could not help but gently tug at his fingers under her sleeve.

"Don't worry, Your Majesty, Nuo'er is a quirky child since she was a child. This time, maybe it's another novel idea of ​​hers."

Gu Yihan shook his head: "No, I was thinking..."

He looked at Gu Nuo'er's direction with deep eyes.

The only beautiful figure who was surrounded by the young prince was the daughter he regarded as a god-sent treasure in this life.

"I'm thinking, how could Nuoer pretend to be ugly on purpose, yet she's still so beautiful! I can't rest assured, the Hou Yongye shouldn't be someone who covets beauty, right?"

He began to suspect that Ye Siming didn't like power, but fell under Gu Nuo'er's charming appearance.

Qiao Guifei thought he was feeling sentimental, but didn't expect it was because of this!

She was stunned for a while, and then she covered her lips with her slender palms, and she couldn't help but chuckle.

Gu Yihan turned his head and frowned at her: "Don't laugh, I asked seriously."

However, after hearing this sentence, Concubine Qiao was smiling more and more beautifully, as if she couldn't stop.

Gu Yihan pretended to be serious: "If you laugh again, I will be punished!"

Concubine Qiao Guifei's bright and moving eyes were full of pampered and arrogant confidence.

Whether Gu Yihan was really angry, she could tell at a glance.

I saw Concubine Qiao gently holding Gu Yihan's arm: "Your Majesty, if your concubine wants to say something to make you angry, Marquis Yongye's sincerity is not because Nuo'er is beautiful, so she is so sincere."

Gu Yihan raised his eyebrows: "You know he is sincere? Isn't he greedy for power?"

Concubine Qiao Gui blinked, her cuffs were lightly folded, and she pointed into the garden: "How about Marquis Yongye, the concubine is not sure, but the emperor looked around, every son here came here because he wanted to be a concubine. feast."

"Then they are the people who covet power or covet Noer's beauty in the emperor's mouth."