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Chapter 559 Play with the crying little Jiaobao

However, before she could walk out of the main hall.

There was a little maid approaching holding a gift box.

"Your Highness, it turns out you are here."

Gu Nuoer raised his head and looked at the strange maid in front of him.

"Sister, who are you? I don't know you."

The maid was wearing pink clothes and had a kind smile on her face.

"Your Highness the Princess, I am the maid in charge of washing and cleaning the Grand Master's residence. Because of the Grand Master's birthday, I and several other servants have prepared a gift for the Grand Master and plan to give it to him."

As she said that, the maid looked embarrassed: "However, the slaves are very gentle and are afraid that giving gifts will appear rude. Seeing that the Grand Master likes Her Highness the Princess so much, I wanted to ask the Princess to hand it over to us."

Gu Nuoer's watery eyes were filled with luster.

She looked steadily at the little maid in front of her.

This maidservant has thin eyebrows and narrow eyes, and a sad look.

The little guy didn't speak for a while, which actually made the maid feel a little panicked.

I heard that the princess has always been very smart. Could it be that... she has discovered something?

Who knows, the next second, Gu Nuoer stretched out her little hand: "Okay, you leave it to me. But this sister, I want to remind you, I see that your complexion is dark, and you may be in trouble recently."

She blinked: "It's still the kind that will cost you your life."

The maidservant trembled all over.

Gu Nuoer's dark eyes were clear, but they actually made the maid feel a chill on her back.

How could a five-year-old child feel so oppressed?

The maid thought that she had bad intentions and was afraid that the princess would find out something.

However, when I thought about it, the princess was still so young, so she might not notice it.

What's more, inside the box is just a painting.

The maid made up her mind and dismissed Quan as a child's gibberish.

"Thank you for your advice, Your Highness Princess, I will definitely be careful."

After that, she resigned.

Gu Nuoer didn't stop her and watched her leave with a smile.

After walking far away, the maid's heart was still pounding.

Recalling the princess's dark eyes, they were as shiny as pearls, as if there were whirlpools.

She comforted herself with a few random words: "Children's words are innocent, don't take them seriously!"

After the maid left, Gu Nuoer did not hesitate and walked out the door holding the box.

The brocade box was long in shape, and the little guy had some difficulty holding it with both hands.

When passing through a lively main hall, the little guy paused.

Inside, the noble gentlemen were playing Shuanglu with great noise.

I don’t know how Ye Siming conquered this group of people.

Now they asked him to sit in the middle and everyone gathered around him to play.

Gu Nuoer stood up on tiptoes and looked inside.

She called out: "Brother Siming~"

Gu Nuoer's voice was not loud and was completely blocked by the cheers in the hall.

However, Ye Siming's ears moved slightly and he heard it in an instant.

He immediately stood up and looked out.

Seeing this, everyone quickly moved out of the way and looked at the door curiously.

I saw that the little princess was wearing a delicate red dress, with a fair and round little face, and her little eyebrows were slightly wrinkled because she was holding the box hard.

Ye Siming stood up and went out, bending down to hold her in his arms.

He raised his eyebrows: "Why are you alone, Your Highness?"

Gu Nuo'er shook her head and lowered her voice: "Brother Siming, I can't hold the box, so you can take me to Grandmaster Grandpa!"

Ye Siming nodded and started to leave.

Everyone in the hall hurriedly asked: "Master Hou, are you not going to play anymore?"

Ye Siming glanced sideways, his eyebrows were unruly, and he replied casually: "You two can play with my little baby who loves to cry."

Gu Nuoer pouted and protested, "I don't like to cry!"


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