Tyrant Daddy’s Petite Bag

The little guy struggled, ready to go to the ground, and took the initiative to take up the responsibility of helping the queen.

Ye Siming held him tightly in his arms, unable to move at all.

Ye Siming frowned and said coldly: "Save it, with the dark guard, you can walk more steadily than you, otherwise if you fall again, will the queen be more anxious?"

Gu Nuoer puffed up her cheeks, although she was not convinced, she had to admit that Ye Si was right.

She watched the queen being helped up the steps by the dark guards, and when she reached the gate of Taishi Temple, Gu Nuoer breathed a sigh of relief.

As a national temple, Taishi Temple has always been full of pilgrims and incense.

But because the queen wanted to bring the princess to stay for a few days, as early as two days ago, Gu Yihan had the mountain road to Taishi Temple sealed.

The high gate of Taishi Temple is yellow and red, with profound Buddha characters.

The dark guard supported the queen, Wanyin pulled Ayun, and Mu Shuzhen followed, and they all entered the temple gate one after the other.

Only Ye Siming carried Gu Nuoer, stood at the entrance of Taishi Temple, raised his eyebrows and looked at the plaque of Taishi Temple, thinking to himself.

"Brother Siming, won't you go in?"

Yesiming took back his god: "Come in."

He stepped inside and nothing happened.

The little novice sweeping the floor noticed the arrival of the queen and hurriedly notified the abbot, the eminent monk Zhijue.

Abbot Zhijue led the monks in the temple and stood under the tree in the front yard to welcome the queen and the little princess.

Empress Du had a lingering fear from the fall just now: "I'm going to disturb the abbot for the past few days, please take us to the meditation room."

After she finished speaking, she glanced at Gu Nuoer next to her gently: "My daughter hasn't eaten yet, so please ask the abbot to prepare some delicious hot dishes for her to taste."

Zhi Jue nodded: "Don't worry, noble."

The abbot is over seventy years old, with a gray beard, and his eyebrows have the wisdom and old age that have accumulated over the years.

His eyes swept over Gu Nuoer slowly.

The little guy hugged Ye Siming's arm and greeted him with a smile: "Grandpa Monk~"

The voice is sweet and well-behaved, which attracts a kind smile from Zhijue.

Although Zhijue may not remember it, Gu Nuoer is still very impressed.

She was still in Tianchi when she was not born.

Seeing that her mother Qiao Guifei had a difficult childbirth, the abbot Zhijue had been reciting the Peace Sutra for her and himself in the hall.

She has a very good impression of this old monk.

When Abbot Zhijue looked at the young man beside Gu Nuoer, his gray brows slowly wrinkled.

The boy's temperament is gloomy, and his eyes are cold and dangerous.

Like a cautious and swift lone wolf, the whole body exudes the aura of heavy killing.

It was only for a moment that the abbot of intellectual awareness retracted his gaze.

Let the little novice lead everyone to the meditation room in the backyard.

Gu Nuoer and the queen live in the same courtyard, and Ye Siming's house is behind her.

Ye Siming sent the little guy and Wanyin to the door of the room, Gu Nuoer tilted her head and said: "Brother Siming, if you are bored, come to me, I will take you there play~"

Ye Siming responded coldly: "I want to sleep."

Speaking, he really walked away.

Wan Yin was dissatisfied with his attitude towards the princess and was quite angry.

Whenever they treat little princesses, they are good words.

The princess is so cute, how can she be so cold!

Wan Yin unpacked and took out the clothes that Concubine Qiao prepared for Gu Nuoer to hang in the cabinet.

She did not forget to complain: "Princess, this Young Master Ye, this slave does not seem suitable for your bodyguard. Her temper is too fierce, her attitude is cold, and she is too arrogant."