Gu Nuoer twisted her body and said sweetly: "Hmph, that's of course, Ben Nuobao is a pistachio!"
After saying that, she wanted to go out of Ye Siming's arms.
However, Ye Siming refused to let go and just hugged her tightly.
"Just hug for a while."
When Gu Nuoer heard this, she really stopped moving.
Ye Siming's wolf ears were taken back at some point.
He pressed his chin against Gu Nuoer's shoulder and greedily breathed the sweet fragrance for a moment.
"Gu Nuoer, do you know that on the day you first met, I looked at the sky here for the first time. The sky that day was very blue. I have never seen such a good weather in Shura."
Gu Nuoer tilted her head and asked curiously: "Are there no blue sky and white clouds in the Shura realm?"
"Ye Siming replied faintly: "Only the darkness and the color is dim. If you see it, you won't like it."
He has been a demon god for thousands of years in a violent, dirty and dark environment.
Gu Nuoer is beautiful, just like the weather on the day she first met, clear and blue.
"I like good weather." Ye Siming suddenly added this sentence without thinking.
Gu Nuoer blinked and agreed: "I like it too!"
Ye Siming pursed his lips and smiled lightly.
He thought he probably wouldn't leave for the time being.
Gu Nuoer is so young, if he wants to repay his kindness, he has to take responsibility to the end.
At least, you have to wait until she is in her eighties or nineties before she can rest assured, right?
In the evening, Ye Siming went to have dinner with Gu Nuoer.
The two were hungry, and Mrs. Bai watched them eat and drink vegetables and soup in unison, but did not forget to take care of each other.
Mrs. Bai chuckled and sighed: "Eat slowly, there is still something."
It's really strange. When did Si Ming, the child, come back?
...
At night, the palace of Xie Xingli, the minister of Dali Temple.
Xie Xingli's wife Xu Xian knelt in the study and begged Xie Xingli.
"Husband, please save my brother! He is the only seed of our family. My mother heard that he was hung outside the city wall and most of her life had passed away. She was anxiously unable to eat, and she was about to pass by.
It's right.
Please tell the emperor about our relationship over the past few years. You can’t torture my brother like this!”
Xie Xingli had a headache when he heard this. He slammed the table and angrily scolded: "I'm confused! Why don't you ask what Zhang San did? He usually relied on my reputation as an official and did evil in the capital.
I haven't had any big trouble, so I turned a blind eye. Isn't this just a look at you?
But do you know what trouble he caused this time? He took people to rob the shop opened by the little princess, and happened to meet the concubine in the store!
He was brave enough to kill the concubine, even the imperial concubine dared to tease her. I was not so lucky to give him a guarantee! I think he would not be cut into pieces! You are content!"
Mrs. Xie burst into tears, and she wanted to plead again.
Xie Xingli stood up, not intending to listen to what she said.
"I'm going to Beijing for two days to be responsible for the transfer of a case. You don't allow trouble to happen. Your brother's affairs end here. If you let me know what you planned to make the emperor unhappy, I'll do it with you.
Go out of the house!”
After saying that, Xie Xingli shook his sleeves and asked the butler to prepare something for him, so he left in a carriage.
Xie Liuhua kept guarding outside the door. Seeing that Mr. Xie had left, she hurried into the house and helped up Mrs. Xie who was crying.
"Mom, stop crying. Even if Dad doesn't care, we won't be able to save my uncle."