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Wei Cang smiled unnaturally, he nodded: "It's good."

Yuan Gu haha ​​said: "I have already married, and I have two lovely children. Another day, I will bring it to the princess to see!"

Gu Nuo'er's eyes lit up: "Okay! Gugu is married, what about you Dudu?"

Wei Cang waved his hand: "I feel more comfortable when I live alone."

While they were talking, on Ye Siming's side, Ling Tianyin patted his shoulder.

The boy looked back, Ling Tianyin raised his eyebrows in a low voice and said, "King Xian, you should also consider, after marrying Nuo'er, or come to Xili to settle for two or three years."

"Of course, if you stay for five or six years, I will welcome you even more! If you can't worry about your family in Daqi, take it over together, and I will give them all the honors and honors, and I will never treat them badly!"

Empress Lu couldn't help but smile softly and helplessly.

At the end of the day, the emperor still wanted to **** someone with the Daqi Emperor.

Ye Siming's expression was light: "Thank you, but you don't have to."

What did he think of, he looked back at the boat they had come by this time.

"I have some items, which will be heavier in large boxes."

Ling Tianyin smiled and said with a refreshing tone: "How difficult is this, the palace people will move to the palace where you live."

Gu Nuoer was surrounded by Wei Cang and Yuan Gu and was chatting happily.

Ye Siming had Empress Lu on the left and Ling Tianyin on the right, and he couldn't get away.

Ling Ping followed behind them and tried to get in on the topic several times, but was pushed aside by the surrounding ministers.

Helpless, he had to turn to entertain the bald boy who was with Gu Nuoer and the others.

Because Kongjue did not change his cassock, but wore Ye Siming's clothes.

A string of Buddhist beads is hung around his neck, which makes the dressing look even more unusual.

Ling Ping walked up to him and smiled dryly to find a topic to greet: "It's been hard work all the way."

Kongjue put his hands together and chanted the Buddha's name: "It's not hard work."

Hearing this, Ling Ping asked: "Your Excellency is a practitioner at home, right? There are many Taoist priests in Xili."

Kongjue smiled slightly: "The Taoist priest is called a Taoist priest, and the poor monk is a monk."

Ling Ping: …

"This hall is rude, I'm sorry the abbot."

Kongjue shook his head: "The poor monk's practice is still shallow, and he can't bear the abbot of the donor. The poor monk's name is Kongjue, and the donor can call the poor monk Kongjue master."

Ling Ping raised his hand and bowed: "Okay, master."

He wondered in his heart.

Gu Nuoer and Ye Siming came to Xili, why did they bring a monk over?

Could it be that they both believe in Buddhism now?

Yun Linzhou was alone, and he followed behind the large group with his followers.

He was not in a hurry to go up and talk, to get Nuo'er's attention.

Because he knew that he would have a long time to get along with her.

As long as he looked at Gu Nuo'er's back, Yun Linzhou's gaze couldn't help being gentle.

Even he himself was puzzled.

When did you start to feel happy just by looking at her within your line of sight?

Gu Nuoer and the others were directly invited by Ling Tianyin to board the emperor's luxurious and spacious carriage.

When Yun Linzhou was about to get into his car, suddenly someone came from the side.

He shouted, "Brother-in-law!"

Yun Linzhou's figure was stunned, and the warmth between his brows just because of Gu Nuo'er all dissipated at this moment, turning into cold displeasure.

He looked sideways, Tao Ning's younger brother Tao Rong, dismounted and walked towards him with a smile.

Yun Linzhou's temperament is indifferent and distant: "There are forbidden troops around, you shouldn't just rush in on a horse so rashly."