Tyrant Daddy’s Petite Bag

Ye Siming stood beside the bed in a watery body, his voice was hoarse and long: "It's me, are you still uncomfortable?"

Gu Nuo'er shook her head.

Ye Siming blamed himself extremely: "When I kicked Wei Liangjue away, I should have put away the dagger too."

Gu Nuo'er's beautiful and snow-white face bloomed with a shallow smile.

Her long hair was loose, and she stretched out her white and slender hands on the edge of the couch, like a silent invitation.

Ye Siming hesitated for a while, but still stretched out his slender knuckles and clenched his fingers tightly with the little girl.

The little girl's voice was sweet and a little tired: "I don't blame brother Siming, it's because I saw Qin Ling that I suddenly felt dizzy, and I don't know why, maybe I'll just take a nap. But, brother Siming, you Why are you soaking wet?"

"It's raining outside." Ye Siming said in a low voice, his thin eyes, after seeing Gu Nuo'er, dispelled all the restlessness, and now there is only darkness and tranquility.

Gu Nuo'er closed her eyes and muttered, "Oh... it's raining, then you go back early and help Brother Qin. He must be very sad now."

Ye Siming nodded: "Okay."

He couldn't help but took Gu Nuo'er's hand, he wanted to drop a kiss, but he considered that Concubine Qiao was still there.

So, the boy just gently rubbed the back of her hand with his thumb, feeling that her palm was soft and slightly cold.

The little girl murmured again: "Brother Siming, don't worry me, don't get in the rain."

After all, she fell asleep again.

Ye Siming maintained a half-kneeling position and waited for a stick of incense.

Seeing that the little girl was indeed asleep, he put her hand back into the quilt and carefully tucked the quilt tightly.

The young man got up, walked lightly, and was about to leave.

But he saw Qiao Guifei standing at the corner of the screen, looking at him with beautiful eyes.

Ye Siming met his gaze and walked to the outer hall. He bowed to Concubine Qiao and handed in hand: "Thank you, Empress."

Concubine Qiao raised her eyebrows in surprise.

This is already today, Yong Yehou said thank you for the second time.

Her red lips pursed, and her golden hair accessories set off her majesty and worry as a mother.

"Master Hou, can this palace trust you?"

Ye Siming raised his head, his eyes were cold but confused: "What do you mean?"

Concubine Qiao waved her hand and motioned Wanyin and Wanxuan to step down, leaving only her and Ye Siming.

Her voice was light, but with a heavy weight: "Bengong can see that you are interested in Nuo'er."

The rain outside was crackling, as if it disturbed Ye Siming's heart.

He raised his head, his eyes were dark and cold, and after a while, he said, "I love her."

Concubine Qiao looked at her steadily: "Love? You are still young, do you know what love is?"

"Live for her, die for her, be invincible for her, and be willing for her." Ye Siming replied quickly.

Because of this question, he has asked himself many times in his mind.

Concubine Qiao did not expect him to answer like this.

In her eyes, Ye Siming is still a teenager who has not grown up.

Ye Siming's words made Concubine Qiao stunned for a moment.

She quickly adjusted her mood and looked at the boy silently.

Ye Siming could see what Concubine Qiao wanted to ask.

His voice was full of calmness: "Don't worry, madam, I won't do anything until I'm sure of Gu Nuo'er's mind, and I won't force her."

"The world is big, but Gu Nuo'er's heart is bigger than everything. I love it and value it."

Qiao Guifei didn't know when Ye Siming left.

She was shocked by the look in the boy's eyes when he said these words.

Even though she has been in charge of the court for many years, she has never seen such fiery and sincere eyes.

Concubine Qiao looked at the heavy rain outside the door, and became fascinated.

At this time, she didn't know that love is a disturbance that even gods and Buddhas can't control.

The word "love" has already stirred the hustle and bustle in the young man's heart.