When Ye Siming took Gu Nuoer back to the school grounds.
It was already evening, and the sky was dark.
The stars are rising, the moon is bright, and the insects are chirping in the grass.
The soldiers had finished their preparations, and the smoke was rising in wisps.
"Master Hou is back!"
They hurriedly put down what they were doing and stood up straight to each other.
Ye Siming hugged Gu Nuoer and helped her sit firmly on the horse.
The young man looked back and nodded calmly to the soldiers: "You guys eat early. You've worked hard today. You can take a break from the training in the evening and continue tomorrow."
The soldiers thought they heard wrongly!
No way, Yong Yehou is famous for his harshness and coldness!
He actually agreed to let them be lazy tonight?!
What a good day today is! Or something happy happened to Mr. Hou!
Everyone didn't have time to think about it and cheered hurriedly: "Thank you, Lord Marquis!"
Ye Siming got on his horse and sat behind Gu Nuoer.
The soldiers quickly bowed to the princess and said, "Your Highness, come back when you have time."
Gu Nuoer's eyes were clear and bright, and she smiled cutely: "Okay, that's what I meant! Next time I will bring the big and small cats to compete with you!"
The soldiers were puzzled: "Who is Big Meow and Little Meow...?"
Ye Siming grabbed the reins, pinched the horse's belly, and the horse raised its four hooves and ran forward.
In the wind, Ye Siming left a cold reply: "They are the two white tigers she raised."
Gu Nuoer waved her young hands and said with a smile: "Goodbye! Brothers and soldiers!"
The war horse left in the moonlight.
All that was left was a group of soldiers in a state of confusion.
The princess just said that she would bring the white tiger to compete with them?
You will get hurt if you fight Yong Yehou, but you will lose your life if you fight with the princess's white tiger!
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When Gu Nuoer returned to the palace, it happened to be dinner time.
Gu Yihan came to Qiushui Palace and had dinner with his mother and daughter.
The little one was talking happily about how heroic the formation of soldiers she saw on the school field today was.
Concubine Qiao listened with rapt attention.
Wanxuan served a plate of snacks and answered with a smile: "I remember that before I entered the palace, I also went to the school grounds!"
"Yes! I remember this too!" Wanyin said hurriedly: "At that time, the empress suddenly pulled out a long knife and shouted, 'Who beat my brother?', which shocked all the soldiers present!"
Gu Nuoer opened her eyes wide and asked curiously: "Is there still such a thing? Isn't my uncle very skilled? He is the true successor of grandpa, and there are people who can beat him?"
Concubine Qiao winked at Wanyin and Wanxuan, as if she wanted to stop talking.
Wanyin and Wanxuan both understood immediately and kept silent, just smiling dryly.
"It's me." An unexpected male voice cut in.
Gu Nuoer blinked and looked around.
My father walked in slowly, with his hands behind his back, wearing a bright purple robe with a dragon pecking jade embroidered on his chest.
Concubine Qiao quickly stood up to greet her: "Your Majesty is here."
There was a flash of regret on her face.
Why did the emperor hear it just now?
Gu Nuoer was not afraid of her father. Xiao Naiyin hurriedly asked: "Dad, who are you? Is it the uncle you beat?"
Gu Yihan's handsome eyes glanced at Concubine Qiao coldly.
"Come on, Nuo'er, daddy will hold you and tell you."
The little guy immediately stretched out two soft little hands.
Gu Yihan bent down and held his daughter in his arms, letting her sit on his lap.
"When your grandpa Huang arranged for dad to inspect the school grounds, he heard that your uncle Qiao Zijin was the best in martial arts, so dad wanted to give it a try."
Unexpectedly, Qiao Zijin's arm was accidentally dislocated after trying this.