Gu Yihan left the Jinluan Palace, and his entourage followed him in great numbers.
He first went to the "Gao Ci Hall" in the palace where the spiritual tablets of his ancestors were stored.
He lit a few sticks of incense and inserted them into the incense burner with an indifferent expression.
He narrowed his eyes and said to a group of ancestral tablets: "Ancestors, if you can see General Song, please tell me something.
He is a wicked son who has repeatedly violated my bottom line. In a few days, I will be able to send him down and reunite father and son.
I have paid him back for his life-saving grace, otherwise Song Quan would not have survived this year."
The ever-burning lamp next to the tablet shone day and night, deepening the emotionless look in the emperor's eyes.
After having his daughter, he really restrained himself a lot.
Have many people forgotten that Gu Yihan was an out-and-out tyrant?
In the garden on the other side, Gu Nuoer was sitting in the pavilion with Ye Siming.
"Brother Siming, try this again~ This is the secret palace recipe that Wo got from the chef uncle. If it tastes good, I will sell it in the candy shop!"
Gu Nuoer was wearing a crimson dress today, and her soft black hair was braided into two cute little braids, which were placed on both sides of her face obediently.
Broken hair rested on her delicate eyebrows and was blown by the breeze, making her fair complexion and rosy cheeks even more apparent.
The lake water on the side is sparkling, reflecting the laziness of autumn.
Ye Siming lowered his eyes. He was wearing a navy blue robe with a slightly high collar. It made him look like a young man, but his eyes were always cold and lazy.
The pastry in front of you is ground yam into a paste, sprinkled with a little icing sugar, and boiled with osmanthus honey.
It looks crystal white and very delicious.
Ye Siming took a spoon and scooped some out, then put it to Gu Nuoer's lips.
The little guy opened his mouth obediently and took one bite.
Then he held his little face happily and said, "It's so sweet!"
Ye Siming then took a taste himself and nodded sincerely: "It's not bad."
Gu Nuo'er chirped twice, and after pondering for a moment, she asked in a pure tone: "Brother Siming, you're not trying to poison yourself!"
Ye Siming frowned and stared at the little guy: "What?"
"Dad has a group of eunuchs and uncles who test poisons. That's how they are. When delicious food is served, dad can't eat it. They have to take out a little bit of each one to make sure it's not poisonous before giving it to dad to eat!"
Gu Nuoer's words were conclusive, as if he had definite evidence.
There was still a little bit of frosting on her cheeks, which made her face even more round and cute.
The little guy puffed up his cheeks and said, "Are you afraid that it would be poisonous, so you let Nobao eat it first?"
Ye Siming was angry and anxious.
How should he explain that he just wanted to eat what the little guy had eaten?
Ye Siming slapped the spoon on the table: "You——"
Before he could finish speaking, Gu Nuoer's body trembled.
Then I saw a figure like a fleshy milk dumpling, slithering up to Ye Siming's side.
She hugged Ye Siming's arm with her two little hands and swayed her little feet pitifully.
"Brother Siming, you are being cruel again."
Ye Siming was stunned, looking at the watery black eyes of the little man.
He was quite helpless and his expression softened a lot: "I didn't."
Gu Nuoer pouted: "Yes, you were so loud just now, I was afraid of Liao!"
Ye Siming laughed. He stood up from the stone bench, squatted down and looked at the little guy at eye level.
Then he wiped the frosting off the little guy's cheeks with his fingertips.
Even his voice was lowered: "I'm not testing the poison on you, I want you to eat it first because I want you to like it."