Tyrant Daddy’s Petite Bag

in the school field.

Ye Siming sat on the Taishi chair covered with tiger skins.

Although he was wearing a brocade robe and a jade crown, he had an elegant and noble face, and he was unparalleled in beauty.

But the gesture of folded arms and the raised eyebrows showed his impatience.

Ye Siming's lazy and scrutinizing eyes followed the official from the Taishi Bureau in the tent, moving back and forth.

There is a steward of the school grounds, communicating with the official.

"If you ask about the horses, there are 300 more warhorses this year."

"Oh, what about last winter?" The official asked in great detail, holding a pen in one hand and a booklet in the other.

The school steward frowned, feeling that most of the questions he asked were cumbersome and troublesome.

Usually, who cares about this?

He had no choice but to say, "I'm afraid it will take a while to check last year's brochure."

The official waved his sleeves: "It's okay, I can wait."

The steward nodded, told Ye Siming, and then lifted the curtain and went out to look for the booklet.

Ye Siming saw that it was not early, and it was time to pick up the little guy.

He got up from his chair, ignored the official from the Taishi Bureau, and was about to leave.

The official's heart skipped a beat, and he hurriedly shouted, "Master Hou! Where are you going?"

Ye Siming looked back and raised his brows coldly: "Go home, what, are you busy?"

In the face of the boy's imposing pressure, the official lowered his eyes slightly and did not look at him.

"Master Hou, Wei Chen has just said it, please cooperate. After all, you have just taken over these soldiers, and many contents need to be re-drafted by the Taishi Bureau. How will Wei Chen proceed when you are not here?"

Ye Siming gave him an impatient look.

"What else do you need me to do? You have already asked me about a lot of trivial matters. The school steward can take care of the rest of the chores."

The official paused for a while, and said arrogantly: "After all, it is not the master who is in charge. These soldiers and soldiers will all be yours in the future, so of course you must be there. Otherwise, it will be difficult for Weichen to communicate with each other."

Ye Siming suddenly sneered twice.

"In your words, you are not the master. Why do you want to keep me? If there is anything, you can ask the manager yourself. Or, let your master come to talk to me."

After all, Ye Siming raised his long legs and walked out of the tent quickly.

The officials of the Taishi Bureau suddenly felt anxious.

He was ordered by Lord Huang to hold Yong Ye Hou.

How could he just let him go!

"Master Hou, wait a minute, listen to Wei Chen!" The official chased him out.

Ye Siming was about to get on his horse.

Qin Song, however, happened to be doing business and rode back.

When he saw Ye Siming was still there, he was a little surprised: "Master Hou, you didn't go to the National Academy?"

"I'm going, what's wrong?"

Qin Song said: "On my way to work, I saw that the masters of the Guoxueyuan entered the palace, saying that they were going to the library to copy ancient books. Today, the Guoxueyuan has already left school ahead of schedule."

He knew that the Marquis of Yongye was inseparable when the little princess went to and from school.

Something happened suddenly today, and Ye Siming thought that before he left school, he would definitely go to the Guoxue University, so he temporarily separated from Gu Nuoer.

Hearing this news, Ye Siming's complexion changed.

The Guoxue University dismissed the get out of class early, and the little thing was waiting for him alone?

Then, he immediately turned on his horse.

The officials of the Taishi Bureau rushed forward: "Master Hou!"

Immediately after the sound of "crack", he was severely whipped by Ye Siming.

"roll."

The young man left a word and rode his horse away.

Qin Song retracted the back that watched Ye Siming go away.

He looked at the Taishi Bureau official who was hissing and gasping for breath while covering his heart.

Suspiciously asked, "Where are you from as an official?"