Ye Siming's figure is like a shadow, and he is so fast that no one can catch up.
I'm afraid the sun will go down by the time all the princes finish the test.
He wants to marry Gu Nuoer. Today, no one can stop him.
However, Ye Siming just passed by a courtyard.
I heard the sound of "swish" cold arrows coming from all around.
He immediately dodged and landed.
The Eighth Prince walked out unsteadily with a crossbow on his shoulder.
"Yong Yehou, let's go through the test honestly!"
Ye Siming took half a step back, an unruly chuckle appearing on his stern face.
"I can usually play with you, but I don't want to waste time today."
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As he spoke, he suddenly dodged.
The Eighth Prince hadn't yet seen clearly what Ye Siming had come here for.
By the time he reacted, Ye Siming had already taken away the mechanism in his hand.
And within three seconds, it was completely dismantled by him!
The Eighth Prince stared blankly at the wood on the ground.
"Yong Yehou, you...you are using brute force!"
Ye Siming smiled, waved his hand and left: "I used my brain, thank you eighth uncle for helping me."
He was moving very fast, and the second prince and the eleventh prince followed behind him, panting.
"Stop! Stop!"
It's so hateful. They have never practiced Kung Fu, so it would be difficult for them to catch up with Qing Kung Fu.
Soon, the third prince, Kong Jue, and the eighth prince were chasing behind them.
Several brothers shouted loudly: "Yong Yehou, don't run away!"
The twelfth prince and the fourteenth prince set up a dragnet, preparing to catch Ye Siming face-to-face when he rounded the corner.
However, they suddenly felt a dark shadow above their heads, accompanied by the neighing of a horse.
They turned around quickly.
But at some unknown time, Ye Siming met up with his war horse Xiao Hei.
Jumped directly over the dust net on the ground!
"Chase!" The twelfth prince and the fourteenth prince also joined the running team.
Ye Siming rode Xiao Hei directly outside Qiushui Palace.
However, at the entrance of the palace, there was a dull figure standing there.
The Fifth Prince Gu Zichen.
His eyes were gloomy and dark, and it was not easy to see.
Ye Siming stopped his horse and stopped in front of him.
The fifth prince said: "Fight with me. As long as I don't get hurt at all and lose to you, you can go in."
Ye Siming smiled: "Is it that simple?"
The fifth prince shouted: "Don't be happy too early."
Ye Siming tilted his head and looked behind him: "Gu Nuo'er, why did you come out?"
The fifth prince was stunned and quickly turned his head to look.
Taking advantage of this moment, Ye Siming once again lightened his saddle and swept into the courtyard.
The fifth prince gritted his teeth: "I was fooled! Why did you cheat!"
The courtyard was crowded with dowry boxes and concubines.
A group of princes were blocked at the door and could not get in, so they could only keep shouting.
"Yong Yehou has slipped in! Stop him quickly!"
Here are all women.
Gu Nuoer had finished dressing up and was talking to the people around her.
Suddenly, a tall figure came in from the window.
"Gu Nuo'er!" Ye Siming called.
Gu Nuoer looked up and was shocked: "Brother Siming?"
Concubine Qiao, Po Xi and the surrounding maids all panicked.
"Why did you let Marquis Yong Ye come in?"
Ye Siming picked up the hijab on the side and covered her beautiful face.
Then, he carried her on his back decisively and neatly.
"Let's go." Ye Siming said.
Gu Nuoer raised a corner of her hijab and asked in surprise: "Where are you going?"
"Go marry me!" Ye Siming chuckled.
He carried Gu Nuo'er on his back, jumped out of the window, and climbed onto the roof.
Leave the person you are marrying far behind.
Even if there were exclamations from everyone, they were ignored by them.
The happiness at this moment belongs to them alone.
Xiao Hei ran wildly on the palace road, chasing Ye Siming's footsteps.
Ye Siming carried Gu Nuoer on his back and sat down on the horse.
He carefully covered her head with her head. As soon as he arrived at the palace gate, his wedding team arrived.
The ceremony officials who welcomed the bride all wiped their sweat.
Marquis Yong Ye ran so fast that he almost couldn't catch up.
Ye Siming held Gu Nuoer's hand and gently put her into the eighteen-carrying sedan.
Gu Nuoer quickly clenched his fingertips: "Brother Siming?"
She seemed a little nervous.
Ye Siming said in a calm and pleasant voice——
"I'm going to ride my horse to the front now and lead the wedding procession. Don't be nervous, I'm always not far from you."
Gu Nuoer nodded slightly and then let go of his hand.
Ye Siming got on his horse.
The courtesy officer said hurriedly: "Get up the sedan!"
At this time, the palace concubines each rode in small sedans and made a noise to catch up. Together with the princes, they hurried from the end of the palace road.