Tyrant Daddy’s Petite Bag

February sixteenth.

Gu Nuoer returned to the capital of Daqi.

It is already spring weather, the snow has melted everywhere, and the branches are blooming with blossoming flower buds, which deepens the feeling of spring.

The spring breeze was still a bit chilly, and Gu Nuoer was wrapped in a rabbit fleece scarf, showing a delicate and bright face.

She and Ye Siming parted ways at the gate of the imperial city.

The girl was a little reluctant.

She grabbed Ye Siming's hand and acted coquettishly: "Then you go back and talk to Uncle Bai and Auntie Bai, rest for a while, and come to eat with me in the evening."

Ye Siming smiled and agreed, "Okay."

Gu Nuoer thought for a while and whispered, "Don't get your hands wet, be careful."

Ye Siming saw that she cared for him so much, the smile in his thin eyes became warmer and deeper.

"I see."

Gu Nuoer pouted: "Then shall I go?"

Ye Siming looked sideways at Gu Yihan and the princes, staring at them from the carriage like an arhat.

He couldn't help but sneered: "Go back, I'll come to see you at night, if you don't leave, the emperor will be in a hurry."

Gu Nuoer suddenly stood on tiptoe and reached out to hug him.

"Yesiming, remember to think of me, even if we're separated for a few hours."

She finished speaking in his ear delicately, and ran away after flirting.

Gu Nuoer's cheeks were red hot, but with a joyful smile, she hurriedly boarded her father and brother's carriage.

Ye Siming was stunned on the spot, his thin eyes slightly aroused the clamor of anger.

He looked at the carriage until it disappeared, and couldn't help laughing lowly.

If you bear it any longer, you will be married soon.

Ye Siming told himself in his heart.

Now let her do her best, he will remember first, and then "ask for accounts" one by one after marriage.

Ye Siming rode back to the White House.

He stepped through the door with long legs, and the porter rubbed his eyes in disbelief.

Then the concierge shouted happily: "The young master is back! The young master is back!"

Bai Yi, who was practicing sword in the backyard, immediately threw away his long sword and ran to the front yard in a hurry.

Ye Siming saw Bai Yi rushing forward, sweating profusely, and Mrs. Bai also in a hurry, with her apron still on her body.

He stretched out his thin lips, smiling as unruly as before.

"Bai Niang, Lao Bai, I'm back."

"Stinky boy, I'm willing to come back!" Bai Yi rushed over and grabbed his shoulder with a smile.

Madam Bai stepped forward distressedly: "I'm thin, my poor son, is he suffering outside?"

"I heard that you are going to the city today. I have prepared all the meals. Let's talk as we walk."

Bai Yi lowered his head and saw Ye Siming's left hand wrapped in a white cloth.

His smile suddenly faded.

"Injured?" Bai Yi frowned and asked.

Madam Bai was even more surprised: "Is it serious, let me see."

However, Ye Siming pulled his hand away, with an unruly and arrogant chuckle on his face.

"Small injuries also need to be looked at? Let's eat first, I have thought about Bai Niang's craftsmanship for a long time."

Bai Yi and his wife immediately dragged him to the front hall.

The family is happy and happy, smiling.

Gu Nuoer's side.

There was also constant laughter.

When the princes and concubines heard that Gu Nuoer was back, they all crowded into Concubine Qiao's Qiushui Hall.

Empress Du gently held Gu Nuo'er's fingertips, before saying anything, but her eyes were red first.

"It's good to come back. When you're not here, your mother and concubine are distracted by looking at your calligraphy and painting every day."

On the side, Concubine Qiao had beautiful red lips and a hearty smile: "Sister Du, the children are back, so don't talk about it."

Gu Nuoer hugged Empress Du with her left hand, and Concubine Qiao Gui with her right hand.

"Mothers, I'm back! And I promise, I won't leave for the next three years!"

She looked at the crowd and said with a smile: "Daddy has already decided to hold a big wedding for brother Siming and me in May."