Gu Nuoer twisted her little body and said delicately: "Humph, of course, Beno Bao is a pistachio!"
After that, she wanted to get out of Ye Siming's arms.
However, Ye Siming refused to let go and only held her tightly.
"Just hold her for a while."
After Gu Nuoer heard this, he really became obedient and didn't move.
Ye Siming's wolf ears were retracted at some point.
He rested his chin on Gu Nuoer's shoulder, greedily breathing in the sweet fragrance for a moment.
"Gu Nuo'er, do you know that the day I first met you, I took a good look at the sky here for the first time. The sky that day was very blue. I have never seen such good weather in Shura territory."
Gu Nuoer tilted his head and asked curiously: "Aren't there blue skies and white clouds in the Shura realm?"
"Yeah." Ye Siming responded lightly: "It's only dark and dim. If you see it, you won't like it."
He has been a demon god for thousands of years in an environment full of violence, filth, and darkness.
Gu Nuoer is beautiful, just like the weather on the day we first met, clear and blue.
"I like good weather." Ye Siming suddenly added this without thinking.
Gu Nuoer blinked and Nuo Nuo agreed: "Wo also likes it!"
Ye Siming pursed his lips and smiled lightly.
He thought that he probably wouldn't leave for a while.
Gu Nuoer is so young, if he wants to repay his kindness, he must be responsible to the end.
At least, we have to wait until she is eighty or ninety years old before we can rest assured, right?
In the evening, Yesi Ming and Gu Nuoer went to have dinner together.
The two of them were very hungry, and Mrs. Bai watched them eating vegetables and drinking soup in unison without forgetting to take care of each other.
Mrs. Bai chuckled and sighed: "Eat slowly, there is still more."
It's really strange, when did this boy Siming come back?
…
At night, in the residence of Xie Xingli, the minister of Dali Temple.
Xie Xingli's wife, Xuxian, knelt in the study and begged Xie Xingli.
"Ms. sir, please save my brother! He is the only child in our family. My mother heard that he was hung outside the city wall, and he has died for most of his life. She is anxious and can't eat, and she is about to leave.
Already.
Please look at our relationship as husband and wife over the past few years and intercede with the emperor. You can’t torture my brother like this!"
Xie Xingli had a headache after hearing this. He banged the table and angrily shouted: "Confused! Why don't you ask Zhang San what he did? He usually just relies on my reputation as an official to do evil in the capital.
There hasn't been any big trouble, and I've turned a blind eye. Isn't this just looking at you as a favor?
But do you know what trouble he got into this time? He and his people were going to rob the shop opened by the little princess, and they happened to meet the imperial concubine in the shop!
He has the heart of a bear and dares to molest a noble concubine. I have no chance to vouch for him! I think he is lucky if he can avoid being cut to pieces! Just be content!"
Mrs. Xie kept crying and wanted to beg for mercy again.
Xie Xingli stood up, not intending to listen to what she said.
"I'm going to the outskirts of Beijing for two days to oversee a case. You are not allowed to stir up trouble and cause trouble. Your brother's matter ends here. If you let me know what you have planned to make the emperor unhappy, I will chase you too.
Get out of the house!”
After saying that, Xie Xingli rolled up his sleeves, asked the butler to prepare something for him, and left in a carriage.
Xie Liuhua had been guarding the door. Seeing Mr. Xie leaving, she quickly entered the room and helped Mrs. Xie who was crying.
"Mom, don't cry. Even if dad doesn't care, there's still nothing we can do to save my uncle."