Tyrant Daddy’s Petite Bag

On the night of Zhongyuan Festival, Gu Nuoer was watched closely by Gu Yihan and Concubine Qiao Gui, and was not allowed to leave the palace.

People in Daqi believe that on the night of the Ghost Festival, those relatives who have left will come back to the world.

If you are wandering on the street and accidentally bump into a ghost friend, it will be bad to be followed home.

After the sun goes down into the night, it is a good time for the ghosts to take to the streets.

Even those casinos and brothels that usually do business around the clock will be closed on this day.

For fear of attracting something bad.

The little guy was in the palace, Ye Siming was bored, so he stayed in the palace.

"Xianggong, sorry, I forgot to buy paper money. It's all because of Wen Fuling and the others for making trouble, I completely forgot."

While talking, a strong person like Mrs. Bai actually wanted to cry.

"What can I do about this, Rongrong can't have no money to spend, otherwise it will be bullied by other ghosts, and the child will be young..."

Bai Yi hurriedly put down the bowls and chopsticks to appease her: "Madam, don't worry, I'll be on the street in a while, there's a shop in the west and east, which is probably still open."

Mrs. Bai wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes: "Today is special, where will the door be opened, I'm afraid it's already closed. Besides, it's already dark, it's not safe, you don't want to go."

Bai Yi frowned: "This is no good, just buy some paper money, it's very fast, not to mention I am a big man, I am afraid of ghosts and ghosts. I am not afraid of shadows, I don't fear."

Mrs. Bai patted him lightly: "There is a god, don't talk nonsense."

While the couple were muttering sadly, Ye Siming looked like he was full, he put down the tableware.

"I'll buy it."

Bai Yi and his wife raised their heads, a little surprised.

"I'll go on horseback, it won't take long to come and go."

Speaking, he got up immediately, asked the servant to bring the whip, and asked the servant to lead the horse.

Bai Yi and his wife chased out of the hall: "Si Ming, don't go, tonight is the Mid-Autumn Festival."

Ye Siming sneered: "What happened to the Chinese New Year?"

"There's a ghost!" Madam Bai said with a fuss.

Yesiming held the reins, quickly turned over and mounted his horse, his movements were neat, and his robes drew a black arc.

He raised his eyebrows: "I'm still afraid of this?"

In the Asura Realm, I have never seen anything.

Bai Yi was a little worried: "Otherwise, I'll accompany you, you haven't been to Xidong Street, it's still a little far."

"I know where it is. There is a shop that does a good job of dim sum. I have been there to buy dim sum for Gu Nuoer."

Bai Yi was dumbfounded.

And what about this?

Ye Siming said, no longer chattering with the two of them, whipping the whip and leaving the dust.

His figure walked through the night fog and disappeared at the end of the road after a while.

Mrs. Bai stood at the door worriedly, the two lanterns under the eaves were swaying by the wind.

Bai Yi shook his wife's hand: "Go back to the house and wait. Siming is young and energetic, so he won't come across unclean things by chance."

Mrs. Bai turned around and punched him: "You don't feel bad, I still feel bad! Go and move a bench, I want to wait for him in the concierge. Although he didn't call me mother, I But he has long been treated as his own son, how can a son go out, and a mother is not worried?"

Bai Yi couldn't beat her, so he had to bring two benches, and the couple waited together.

Actually, according to the thinking of his soldiers, all gods and ghosts are things that people with a guilty conscience fear.

Si Mingxing is sitting upright, how can they meet?