Master Xue suddenly felt a biting coldness and chills coming from head to toe.
It forced his legs to tremble, and finally he fell to the ground and kowtowed: "I will remember the emperor's teachings!"
This is the emperor's warning to Mr. Xue.
All the officials were wondering, why did the emperor change his previous style of killing people easily this time, and instead chose to use sinister hints?
But now, it makes people even more scared.
In the carriage, Gu Nuoer was lying on the soft cushion, like a ball of kittens, sleeping sweetly and sweetly after returning to the cage.
Ye Siming looked sideways at her many times and took out an oil paper bag.
After the slender knuckles were opened, a sweet smell immediately wafted out.
"Huh?" Gu Nuoer sniffed with her little nose, opened her eyes drowsily, and sat up: "What does it smell like? It smells so good."
Ye Siming lowered his lips and smiled calmly, pretending to be serious: "Sugar cake, I think you are full from breakfast, can't you eat anymore?"
Sugar cookie?
Gu Nuo'er quickly crawled to Ye Siming's side with her little hands and feet, and looked at the golden and crispy sugar cake wrapped in oil paper in his hand.
"Wow! It looks much better than last time when it was dark! It should be very sweet."
Ye Siming pursed his thin lips and handed the oil paper bag to her, with a very arrogant tone: "You'll know after you try it, won't you?"
The little guy couldn't wait to reach out his hand, but as soon as he touched it, he retracted his hand because it was so hot.
“So hot!”
The soft white flesh of her little finger was actually burnt a bright red.
Gu Nuoer couldn't help but wet her eyes. Although she didn't want to cry, she was too delicate, so the pain was intense.
She blew on her fingertips aggrievedly, raised her head and looked at Ye Siming, her long eyelashes fluttering, tears hanging on her face, looking weak, pitiful and helpless.
Ye Siming frowned, immediately grabbed her wrist, pulled it to his eyes and looked at the burn.
The little thing's skin was so delicate that it seemed to swell even if it was touched just once.
It was because he didn't take it into consideration and forgot that she was a fragile girl.
Seeing how wronged she was, Ye Siming showed helplessness in his cold eyes: "I didn't remind you, it's my fault, don't move."
After saying that, he grasped Gu Nuoer's injured fingertips.
In an instant, a chill spread from her little fingers to her arms.
The burning pain disappeared quickly.
Gu Nuoer opened her eyes wide: "It doesn't hurt anymore! Brother Siming is so powerful, his palms are so cold!"
Ye Siming sneered perfunctorily.
A delicate little thing.
He could only take care of her more carefully. He regarded Gu Nuoer as a flower he raised.
This flower required more energy to take care of than anything he had done before.
He held her injured fingertips with one hand to reduce the heat for her.
With the other hand, he picked up the sugar cake, blew it on his own initiative, and handed it to her lips: "I'll take it, you eat it."
Gu Nuoer opened her eyes wide: "Brother Siming, don't you feel hot?"
"Not as squeamish as you."
Gu Nuoer lowered his head, carefully showed his small teeth, and took a bite.
Her shaking little head and broken hair trembled, which was very cute.
The little cheeks are fleshy and bounce back and forth with the chewing action.
Gu Nuoer ate something sweet and immediately narrowed her eyes happily.
Seeing her like this, Ye Siming couldn't help but raise his lips and gave a soft smile.
"Is it tasty?"
“It’s delicious!”
Ye Siming lowered his eyes and suppressed a smile.
It's no wonder that he was in the kitchen before dawn thinking about this thing.
Gu Nuoer obediently bit the candy cake in his hand, and Ye Siming saw that she looked well-behaved.
He was very satisfied.
I'm starting to like this fragile milk bun a little bit.