Tyrant Daddy’s Petite Bag

Gu Yihan said irritably: "I can't wait so much, I'll send someone over now to bring Nuo'er back to me!"

Chunshou heard the words and had to write the names of all the princes on the paper.

Then they folded them up and placed them on the table in a chaotic manner, letting Gu Yihan take one at random.

Unexpectedly, the first person Gu Yihan picked up was actually...

Chun Shou smiled stiffly, turned the paper over, and showed Gu Yihan his name.

"Your Majesty, it's the Seventh Prince..."

As we all know, the Seventh Prince has already become a monk.

Now he is an eminent monk in Taishi Temple, and his dharma name is Kongjue.

Gu Yihan frowned: "He? No, change it."

What's the use of sending a monk there.

It's okay to kill the people of Xili country, and let him go to overrun.

So Gu Yihan took another one at random.

This time, the third prince, Gu Ziyao, was drawn.

Gu Yihan narrowed his eyes.

"The third child is also not suitable. He only knows medical skills. What are you doing, poisoning? Change it."

The next draw is the second prince.

Gu Yihan was a little dissatisfied: "I only have these sons, how come there is no one who can fight and resist!"

Chun Shou said silently: "Maybe your Majesty is talking about His Highness?"

Gu Yihan paused slightly.

That's right.

The boss is good at martial arts, has been to the frontier, and has a sharp and calm personality.

Send him to bring Nuo Er back, can't go wrong.

Gu Yihan immediately sent Chunshou to arrange this.

The eldest prince, Gu Zixiao, was shocked when he learned that his sister had already been taken to Xili.

No wonder he entered the palace several times and wanted to take his sister to play, but Concubine Qiao always resisted.

After learning the news, he immediately accepted the imperial order.

He didn't even eat that night, so he rode a fast horse and left Beijing with a small team of elite soldiers for Xili.

In the hot summer of Xili, after a pouring downpour, it was much better.

After the rain, the sky is clear, the sky is blue, the thick white clouds hang down, the sun is shining, and the sun-dried trees are as green as scallions.

Gu Nuoer picked a few delicate flowers and was sitting at the table playing.

Ye Siming sat behind her, quietly and carefully wiping the broken sword that Gu Nuoer gave him.

Although this sword lacked the body, it was regarded as the most valuable item by Ye Siming.

Often worn close to the body.

Wiping it once a day makes the sword body lose its old blood stains.

Revealing its clean and sharp white-edged sword.

Seeing that Ye Siming didn't speak for a long time, Gu Nuoer looked back and saw that he was holding the sword seriously.

The little guy smiled sweetly: "Brother Siming, you like Ye Nuo very much."

Under Ye Siming's long eyebrows, the sharp eyes that used to be in the past are now also smiling happily.

"I like it." He replied succinctly.

Ye Siming looked down.

He said calmly, "Another day, I'll take you to see a master swordsman."

"When the time comes, ask him to reshape Ye Nuo's sword."

Gu Nuo'er tilted her little head, her water eyes sparkling and clear: "Who is it?"

"Ou Yezi."

Gu Nuo'er was slightly taken aback.

Isn't that the originator of the legendary swordsmith?

Legend has it that after his death, he had already turned into a sword **** and lived in the mountains.

Brother Siming also recognizes him?

At this moment, the fifth prince's pleasing laughter came from the door: "That... Brother Hou, sister Nuo'er, can I come in?"

"My mother-in-law asked me to bring something to sister Nuo'er."

Ye Siming turned to look.

The fifth prince held a gorgeous and extraordinary brocade box in his hand.

Gu Nuo'er waved her little hand: "Come in."

In recent days, the fifth prince has always helped Concubine Xian to send gifts to Gu Nuoer.

They've already gotten used to it.