Tyrant Daddy’s Petite Bag

Ye Siming chuckled when he heard that.

"Because this kid Ling Shen is too disappointing, so you are always afraid that he will get hurt."

In Ye Siming's mind, if Gu Nuoer was unhappy, it must be someone else's problem.

Ling Shen is really useless.

Gu Nuoer was amused, and the sweet smile dispelled a little worry in her eyes.

"Maybe, I always feel that watching Shen'er grow up and loving him as a younger brother, it's inevitable that I have to worry a little more."

"Love?" Ye Siming grasped the word that made him unhappy: "I disagree. If he wants to be emperor, he needs to learn to face setbacks by himself."

After finishing speaking, he took Gu Nuoer's hand, pulled it to his lips, and kissed the back of her hand lightly.

"It's raining so hard, they will be back in a while, why don't you think of something else to divert your attention, for example, after returning home from Xili this time, I can start preparing to marry you."

Gu Nuoer nodded, her watery eyes were full of sweet starlight.

She counted in detail: "The wedding dress that Dad sent someone to prepare for us is almost finished, and it will definitely be embroidered when we get back."

"By the way, Brother Siming, we still have to find a way to get Qiongqi out of the Asura Realm. I also want them to participate in our wedding."

Ye Siming thought for a moment, then smiled slightly with his thin eyes: "Okay."

No matter how difficult it is, as long as Gu Nuoer asks, he will do it for her.

Perhaps it was because of Ye Siming's side, Gu Nuoer leaned on the recliner, her long eyelashes gradually drooping down.

After a while, she fell asleep facing him.

Gu Nuoer's fingers were still hooked on Ye Siming's palm.

He remained motionless, not caring about the wetness and coldness of the ground, and sat on the floor leaning on the recliner, guarding her who was asleep.

at this time.

The dense rain curtain covered the sky and covered the forest.

Ling Shen rode his horse in it, the speed changed from galloping to slowing down.

He had been chasing behind Yun Linzhou just now, but the rain was getting heavier and heavier, and it was inconvenient for him to continue chasing.

What's more, Ling Shen's original intention was to prevent the prince from hunting.

According to Xi Li's tradition, if the crown prince doesn't get much from prey today, it proves that he has misbehavior and is not recognized and protected by heaven.

With the heavy rain today, it is difficult to see the road clearly, let alone hunting?

Ling Shen felt that he had the chance to win, so he got up at a leisurely pace.

Passing through a jungle, he heard several deer-like whines.

Bento even if people go to check.

The guard behind him pushed through the bushes and found a wounded doe lying not far away.

On the belly of the deer, there was an arrow cluster of the prince, but there were no princes around.

"Your Highness, do you want to humble yourself to retrieve this deer?" the guard asked.

Ling Shen sat on his horseback, raindrops slid down his handsome brows.

He stared slightly: "No need, let it fend for itself, we just pretend we didn't see it."

Brother Ming had taught him that the injured prey in the woods was probably a trap.

Empress Lu likes deer the most, and even Ling Shen has a special affection for deer.

In normal times, he would definitely send someone to rescue him.

But today is different.

He remembered Ye Siming's words, the forest is full of dangers, and one cannot take it lightly.

What's more, when the prince shot the deer, he was not dragged away, but stayed where he was.

If something goes wrong, there must be a demon, Ling Shen decided to ignore it.

He turned his horse's head and led the guards behind him in another direction.

Ling Shen didn't notice at all that there was an inconspicuous crossbow in the depths of the forest, aimed at the deer.

If he had just walked over, then the crossbow shot must be him.