The movements are noble and elegant, with a hint of unstable and calmness.
He coughed lightly: "I know it one or two days earlier than you. My sister thought it very clearly, so I only said it once."
No wonder I only care about eating but not speaking much!
Qiao Xiuli pinched his eyebrows with a headache.
"What should I do after I return to Beijing? What should I do in the future if the emperor knows?"
With the emperor's temperament, can you accept this?
Gu Nuoer blinked her watery eyes: "I will explain it to my dad clearly. As long as it is what I like, dad can understand it!"
Gu Zibei and Qiao Xiuli looked at each other and felt that things were not as simple as their sister thought.
Qiao Xiuli thought for a while and said, "Let's do this, don't spread the matter between you and Yongye Hou in the military camp for the time being."
"When you return to the capital, you will meet the emperor in person and communicate with him about this matter, it will be better than stimulating him first."
Gu Nuoer pursed her lips and smiled innocently: "What my cousin said is too serious. Daddy has experienced storms, so what can't he accept?"
The three brothers and sisters finished their negotiations.
Gu Nuoer was in a more cheerful mood.
She turned around and went out, but could not see Ye Siming.
Gu Nuoer entered his room and just closed the door.
There was a tall and tall figure hugged it from behind.
The familiar and clear voice of Ye Siming's body immediately stopped her desire to cry out.
Gu Nuoer blinked and turned around and looked: "Brother Si Ming?
Why are you here?"
Ye Siming buried his head between her neck.
His voice was low and hoarse: "Is it true?"
Gu Nuoer's curled eyelashes were shaking, and she smiled sweetly: "Did you hear it all?"
Of course it's true."
She turned around and faced Ye Siming, holding his cheek with her hands.
Just wanted to comfort me.
But I found that there was a hint of undetectable redness in Ye Siming's deep cold eyes.
Gu Nuoer was stunned: "Brother Si Ming, what's wrong with you?"
Why do you look like you're about to cry?
Ye Siming explained nothing.
But his eyes were like burning flames, looking at the girl with deep affection and concentration.
She lowered her hand from the light and held him who was originally staying in the darkness.
Others avoided him and despised his cruelty, sealed him under the Shura Realm painting, forcing him to stand in the abyss forever.
Only her.
Kissing his scars, planting flowers all over the mountains and fields in the wilderness in his heart.
Ye Siming said in a mute voice—
"Gu Nuoer, I love you."
Gu Nuoer raised his fingertips and gently touched his eyebrows.
"Ye Siming," her soft voice lowered, with a sense of coquettishness and comfort, and her eyes were bright: "I heard it."
"I'll tell you what I just said to my brother."
"Gu Nuoer, Ye Siming must."
"I will always like you."
Her big wolf looks cruel and violent, but for her, she gradually learned what to consider and restraint.
From beginning to end, he was fulfilling his promise-
Restrain your nature and always love her.
How could she not like him? How could she not be determined?
Gu Nuoer stood on tiptoe, reached out to hug his neck, and leaned affectionately on his shoulder.
Ye Siming hugged the girl's waist tightly.
His gushing hot breath seemed to have a tide of love in his heart.
"After returning to Beijing, I will report my feelings to the emperor, and then we will get married, okay?"
Ye Siming asked in a low voice.
Gu Nuoer's long eyelashes trembled, and she nodded repeatedly: "Yes!"
The lanterns placed on the table next to them are warm and reflect the sweetness of the two embracing each other.
There is such a poem on the lantern—
If you have the right to be a good match, why don’t you die? You only envy the mandarin ducks but not the immortals.