Chapter 1267 Xiao Nuoer, are you going back to Daqi?
Chapter 1267 Xiao Nuoer, are you going to go back to Daqi?
While he said, he sent Gu Nuoer into the carriage, and Ling Tianyin also sat in.
But at this time, the little guy seemed to be able to hear the painful cry.
She couldn't help but poke her little head out of the window and looked around with her big eyes: "It seems that someone in Zhong's mansion is crying!"
Ye Siming turned over the horse and followed the carriage. He gently pushed the little guy back into the carriage with a slender palm.
Ling Tianyin then pulled Gu Nuoer to sit down.
He hugged his arms with a serious expression: "It's a problem for the Zhong Mansion to be full of all day long, no matter them."
The wheels turned and headed towards the palace.
Looking at Ling Tianyin's expression, he seemed to be still angry with the Zhong family.
After all, for the sake of Feng Shui, they dug out some of the old mother's bones and buried them in the yard, which was a bit horrible.
Gu Nuoer didn't plan to talk to Ling Tianyin at this time, so he was angry first.
The little guy lay on the window and began to look at Ye Siming with a smile.
The boy was straight and followed slowly while riding his horse.
When he didn't want to kill, his emotions were calm, but his deep eyes were dark and cold, which would have a faint laziness.
Ye Siming noticed the little guy's gaze and turned his head: "What are you looking at?"
"Brother Si Ming, do you miss me? I miss you all!" Gu Nuoer smiled sweetly.
Under the sunlight, the little guy's face turned red like an apple, but he was white and delicate.
A pair of big eyes, extremely shiny.
It was like the gentlest wave of water that completely embraced Ye Siming's heart.
Ye Siming was stunned and looked at the little guy steadily.
Under the young man's long eyebrows, his cold eyes seemed to be shining with a handful of light.
In his eyes, the little guy smiled at him with his arms on his face.
Ye Siming's thin lips moved: "I thought about it."
Just when Gu Nuoer was about to speak, she heard Ling Tianyin behind her regret.
"The Zhong family is so treacherous and cunning, so they really take less money."
When Gu Nuoer heard this, she quickly became interested in chatting. She shrank her little head and returned to the carriage.
The only thing left was Ye Siming, who was riding on the horse, lowering his eyes and savoring the longing she had just said.
He would think of her when he passed by the candy shop.
I thought of her when I took Xiao Hei away.
When I saw someone going to go to float kites, I also thought of Gu Nuoer.
So what about her, she is thinking about him all the time?
In the carriage, Gu Nuoer patted Ling Tianyin's shoulder like a little adult.
"You can't be too greedy for a person, although the money is just a piece of meat for the Zhong family."
"But with their nature, they will immediately find ways to exploit them from their subordinates, and then the subordinate officials will plunder the people at the bottom."
"So, this time it's just a warning. Everyone will soon know that the emperor has brought a tree of a thousand gold to Zhong Mansion."
"The Emperor Ling can let your secret guards pay attention to whoever Mr. Zhong interacts closely, then he must be his gang members. He will search for silver instead of him to make up for a piece of meat we tore off this time."
"When you seize the officials who were acting for the Zhong Mansion, then quarrel from them, and those with serious circumstances will be demoted."
"After this, some people dare not. No matter how powerful Lord Zhong is, no one will obey the pressure."
After saying that, the little guy blinked his water eyes and asked, "Do you understand?"
Ling Tianyin raised his eyebrows and smiled: "How come you can't understand me if you treat me as a child?"
Gu Nuoer spread her white and tender hands and shook her head: "I'm not afraid of going back soon. You can't deal with a group of bad guys alone."
"What? Xiao Nuoer, are you going to go back to Daqi?!" Ling Tianyin was anxious and stood up suddenly, knocking directly on the roof of the carriage.