Tyrant Daddy’s Petite Bag

Unexpectedly, Brother Siming's determination was so firm.

Gu Nuo'er and Mrs. Bai briefly exchanged a few words, and then left with a small face in frustration.

Madam Bai watched her leave in the carriage before sighing and returning to the mansion.

Bai Yi hurriedly greeted him and asked, "The princess is gone? Are you crying? Have you eaten the wine balls?"

"Eat, although it's sad, but I was coaxed to take two bites," Madam Bai sighed, frowning: "Tell me, the two children clearly like each other, what's the matter right now! "

"The emperor is like a queen mother who draws a line of the Milky Way. The two children can't see each other. I don't know how uncomfortable it is in my heart."

Even so, she couldn't even see her son!

Mrs. Bai pressed her eyebrows with a headache.

Bai Yi heard the words and hurriedly booed: "Madam, you can't say what the emperor said!"

Mrs. Bai gave him a sideways look: "I don't need you to remind me, I'm just angry."

"I can understand the emperor's decision. If our daughter Rongrong is still alive, she should get married this year, right?"

Talking about their daughter who died young, the couple's faces invariably showed sadness.

Bai Yi took his wife's shoulders, and the two walked along the promenade, facing the warm winter sun inch by inch.

"Yeah, just thinking about Rongrong's marriage, I'm afraid I will feel the same as the emperor, not only looking forward to her happiness, but also afraid that she will misunderstand and entrust her with inhumanity." Bai Yi smiled helplessly, gently Shaking his head.

There were faint tears in Mrs. Bai's eyes.

She pressed the corner of her eyes, took a breath, and exhaled some cold white mist.

"It's the same for parents. If you have a daughter by your side, you should take care of her more carefully. I've already thought about it anyway. If Si Ming can marry the princess back, I will treat the princess as my own daughter and give her more love. ."

"When a girl is married to our family, she must be pampered. She must not feel that it is better to live comfortably when she is not married, right?"

Bai Yi nodded repeatedly: "I think so too."

In Gu Nuo'er's room, still not giving up, the carriage went to Ye Siming's private mansion.

She didn't see Ye Siming there, but met Hu Greasy and Gu Zibei who were temporarily settled here.

It happened to be dinner time when I went, and Gu Nuoer saw that Hu Gu and Gu Zibei were roasting two chickens on a log in the yard.

In front of Gu Zibei, there were two buckets of white rice.

Seeing Gu Nuo'er coming, both of them were a little surprised.

Gu Zibei stood up first: "Sister, why are you here?"

Gu Nuo'er stared blankly at the wooden shelf with her dark and moist eyes.

Then, in front of Hu Greasy and Gu Zibei, tears fell again.

This frightened Hu greasy.

He hurriedly looked around and shouted in conditioned reflex, "Brother, I'm not the one who made the princess cry!"

Gu Zibei frowned tightly and stepped forward: "Nuoer, what's wrong? Did someone bully you?"

Gu Nuo'er sucked her little nose, her fair skin was lightly pink, and her watery eyes were full of misses and grievances.

"I saw that wooden grill and thought of Brother Siming. We have eaten here before."

She cried so hard that the hearts of those who listened would be broken.

"But now I can't find brother Siming."

Hu Greasy and Gu Zibei were both stunned and asked in unison, "Why?"

Based on what they both knew about Ye Siming, he was someone who would go mad if he left Gu Nuo'er.