At this moment, Ye Siming, who had not spoken, suddenly spoke.
"I don't know where your home is?"
The boy looked at Concubine Lu.
At first, Concubine Lu didn't expect Ye Siming to ask herself.
So she was stunned for a moment, but when she saw Ye Siming's dark and cold gaze, she was looking at her.
She then came over and said, "Did you ask me?"
Concubine Lu's tone was calm and gentle: "I was born in a small village on the border of Xili."
Ye Siming raised his eyebrows and asked as if he was ordinary: "Don't have family?"
Concubine Lu's eyes were a little dim: "When I was very young, my parents died."
Seeing that Concubine Lu seemed a little sad, Gu Nuoer touched the back of Ye Siming's hand with her little hand.
The watery eyes signaled him not to ask questions anymore.
Ye Siming's eyes were still sharp, but it was hindering Gu Nuoer's face, and his thin lips were pursed into a line.
After all, I didn't speak anymore.
The Imperial Guards first sent the children to the government and posted notices.
Let their relatives come and claim it.
The little boy wearing silk is uneasy about anyone.
He grabbed Lu Fei's sleeve tightly.
He looked panicked: "Can you send me home directly? My uncle is Governor Wei!"
"You can send me to the Wei Mansion. I don't want to be with these strangers, I'm afraid!"
When Gu Nuoer heard the words, a hint of interest rose in Jingrun's watery eyes.
"Is your uncle Dudu?"
The little boy looked at her timidly and nodded.
Gu Nuoer knew that Ling Tianyin was the emperor, so he was in a hurry to return to the palace and wanted to take Concubine Lu away.
So no more guards have time to send these children back one by one.
The little guy thought about it and asked, "Do you know how to go to Dudu's house?"
The little boy hesitated for a moment and nodded: "I know, but... I don't remember very clearly."
Gu Nuoer raised her waist and said, "Just remember a little, I can send you home!"
She turned her head and looked at Emperor Ling: "You guys go back to the palace first, Brother Si Ming and I stay and send him to Dudu's house."
Ling Tianyin, sitting in the carriage, frowned.
He looked at the little guy's fair and tender face.
This little girl speaks so loudly.
This is the capital of the enemy country. She is extremely unfamiliar to her, so she is not afraid?
Ling Tianyin pondered for a few moments before instructing the two imperial guards to stay and accompany her.
Gu Nuoer waved his hand: "Brother Si Ming alone supports 100, so there is no need for the imperial guard to accompany him."
Ling Tianyin raised his eyebrows: "Then can you find your way back to the palace?"
Gu Nuoer pouted: "Hmph, don't underestimate Brother Si Ming!"
As she said that, she jumped out of the carriage and waved to the little boy: "Follow me."
Ye Siming's face was cold, but he had no intention of objection at all.
He followed the little guy.
A cold boy and a playful little sister with a well-behaved and playful face.
It made the little boy fall into a tangle.
Concubine Lu touched his head and said gently: "Go, these two noble people are good people, and they will definitely send you home."
In this way, the little boy let go of Lu Concubine Lu's sleeve.
Follow Ye Siming and Gu Nuoer, walk along the street and towards the crowded market.
The emperor's train raised dust and left.
Ye Siming held Gu Nuoer's hand and walked in the market with the little boy.
There are food stalls on both sides of the road, and the fragrance is endless.
As the little guy Gu Nuoer walked, he silently deviated from the right path and gradually ran to a shop selling meat buns.
She stood on tiptoe, looked at the white and hot buns in the cage, and licked her lips with her little tongue.
"Shopkeeper," Gu Nuoer said softly: "Does your buns have thin skin and big filling?"
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Author's words:
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