Gu Nuoer blinked and watched the fifth prince leave.
The little guy can't get close to this fifth brother no matter what.
Because when she was two years old, she saw the fifth prince shooting down a sparrow that was clamoring for him to rest with a slingshot when there was no one around.
Then, this prince, who seemed to be gentle on weekdays, actually picked up the sparrow and threw it to the ground.
It took several times in a row until the sparrow didn't flap anymore.
Things happened too quickly, and Gu Nuoer was too young at that time to stop it.
And I don’t understand, it turns out that this method is called cruelty.
She just lay behind a window and looked at her in surprise with her watery eyes open.
After the fifth prince finished the work, he left, leaving behind the little sparrow's body.
He became the low-key and cautious fifth prince in everyone's eyes.
From then on, when Gu Nuoer saw the fifth prince, he inevitably thought of the little sparrow who died tragically.
The little guy naturally alienated this brother.
Moreover, the fifth prince doesn't like this little sister very much, and it's not as good to Gu Nuoer as the other dozen brothers.
Seeing the fifth prince leave now, Gu Nuoer didn't react.
But her black and round eyes flashed twice.
The little guy turned his head quietly and said to the eldest prince Gu Zixiao: "Brother, if you don't believe it's me who dreamed, then wait and see, that big sister of the Song family is about to get into trouble soon!"
Gu Zixiao frowned when he heard this, and was very puzzled.
No matter how much he asked, Gu Nuoer would never mention it.
With a innocent little face, he looked at the dishes on the table intently, and finally ran to the second prince's arms.
The little guy "dives the rain and dew" and makes his brothers happy.
At this moment, Ye Siming, who was far away at another table, looked at the little man who was "hugging left and right" there with a faint look.
He raised his thin lips and sneered.
Bai Yi, who was sitting next to Ye Siming, noticed the movement, turned his head and found that a jar of wine was almost drunk by Ye Siming.
He was startled.
If the wife knew about this, she would definitely scold him for not taking good care of the child!
"Si Ming, stop drinking, eat more food. You have drunk enough today. Lord Pang and Lord Zhu were drunk by you!" Bai Yi pointed at his deskmate, and the other two were lying on the verge of the wine glasses in their arms.
Colleagues on the table.
At first, they just felt that Ye Siming's young hero was valued by the emperor, so they wanted to get close to him.
How could I have thought that this little boy could drink so much!
Upon hearing this, Lord Zhu raised a fat face in a daze: "I...I'm not drunk, I'm not drunk. Yongyehou...I'm au!"
Then he fell on the table with a bang and couldn't get up.
Bai Yi closed his eyes and couldn't bear to look at him.
Ye Siming's expression was lazy, and the young man's eyebrows and eyes were deep. When he sat there, his aura was no worse than that of the emperor.
He tapped the table with his slender fingertips: "Old Bai, let me ask you, how many rounds can the eldest prince last under my hands?"
Bai Yi was shocked and quickly looked around to confirm that no one noticed them.
He panicked and rebuked: "What nonsense are you talking about! The eldest prince will be the prince in the future. Do you still want to fight with him?"
"What are you afraid of when practicing? My rules and things you like must be mine. If someone touches you, I will be unhappy. If you don't want me to be unhappy, you have to beat me."
Bai Yi was puzzled.
What do you like? What did the eldest prince take him?
Perhaps seeing Bai Yi's face was too bad, Ye Siming smiled lowly. He patted Bai Yi on the shoulder: "Just talk, don't be afraid. Wipe your chin and there will be vegetable juice."