Tyrant Daddy’s Petite Bag

Gu Nuo'er fell asleep next to him.

Ye Siming protected the little guy and carried him back to the Autumn Water Palace.

He handed the sleeping Gu Nuoer to Wanyin.

Concubine Qiao watched from the side and whispered, "Thank you, Lord Hou for taking care of our Nuoer."

Yesiming's thin lips moved, and he said slowly, "It should be."

Concubine Qiao's gorgeous eyes flashed a trace of doubt.

Why should it be?

I think about Concubine Qiao.

It is the duty of the Marquis of Yongye to take care of the princess.

No wonder he said that.

Concubine Qiao Gui smiled: "It's not early, the palace gate is probably already closed, if the Hou Ye can't get out, you can take the token of this palace to go to Yongxi Palace for a night."

Yesiming nodded without vetoing.

Before leaving, he reminded Concubine Qiao.

"The private key is found, in the princess's pocket."

Concubine Qiao raised her eyes with joy.

She personally sent Ye Siming out of the palace.

…

The next day, Gu Yihan went to court.

Today is a little different than usual.

The ministers were lined up on both sides in the Golden Palace.

The emperor is never late, but today is a stick of incense too late.

This often happens too.

There is only one reason.

That is, the little princess will also come to court today.

Gu Nuoer, princess of Yaoguang, would follow the emperor to the morning to listen to her since she was a child.

Many ministers still remember.

When the little princess was three years old, her whole body was small.

I fell asleep in the arms of the emperor, and the emperor did not let everyone loudly play court affairs.

The love for the princess is evident.

At this time, the minister was at the forefront, and King Guang was standing there.

Originally, he didn't have a half-official position, nor was he a real power prince.

Not eligible for court.

But he said today that he has something important to report.

Hands keep pressing on something in the sleeve pockets.

A black and fat face with a hint of pride in her small eyes.

Yushi Zhang, who stood at the head of the group opposite him, has been watching King Guang secretly.

The more he looked, the more wrong he felt.

He touched Ye Siming with his hand, who did not change his face or looked sideways.

Ye Siming stayed in the palace last night and came very early today.

"Master Hou, do you think that King Guang is very strange?" Zhang Yushi said in a low voice.

Ye Siming turned his head, glanced coldly, and said in a normal tone, "Isn't he still that fat?"

Yushi Zhang stomped his feet: "Oh, no! Look, his hands have been hidden in his sleeves. Could it be that he is hiding some sharp weapon?"

When King Guang was a prince, it was rumored that he wanted to be an emperor.

Although I still have to look at Gu Yihan's face now, it seems respectful and does not dare to offend.

But since he entered Beijing, there have been many calamities.

None of his family are quiet.

Naturally, she was treated coldly by the emperor.

Yushi Zhang was afraid of King Guang's dog jumping over the wall.

So, I told Ye Siming in advance.

Ye Siming was very calm from beginning to end.

"Don't worry about Yushi Zhang, he doesn't have that skill."

After Ye Siming said this, he stood tall and straight, like a pine tree, and began to close his eyes and rest in peace.

When Zhang Yushi saw this, he continued to quietly observe King Guang.

The evil King Guang always feels that someone is looking at him.

But whenever he looked around, he could only see Zhang Yushi squinting at him.

Guangwang thought—

Do you look down on people? Heh, when he takes out the private key and gets the emperor's brother's praise, this group of low-minded ministers will also look at him with admiration!