Tyrant Daddy’s Petite Bag

Qin Ling didn't know what the waist card meant to a lieutenant.

She doesn't care either.

At this moment, her heart was filled with the pleasure of revenge.

With Wei Liangjue supporting her, she will never be bullied again!

...

The weather is warm and the blue is incomparable.

The monthly archery competition of Guoxue University is going on as usual!

Around the wide competition arena, students from various classes of Guoxue University stood.

Most of the people came from aristocratic families. In addition to learning benevolence, righteousness, propriety, wisdom and trustworthiness, boys would not fall behind in martial arts such as riding and archery.

Therefore, this competition can be called full participation.

Because of the large number of people, it was a round of twenty young masters.

But after Ye Siming came on stage with a bow and arrow, there were bursts of sighs around him.

"I don't think it's necessary to compare. I can guess with my eyes closed that Yongye Hou won!"

"That's right. Last month, he shot through the target with three arrows. On the other hand, there was only one arrow on the target!"

The masters of the Guoxue University smiled and waved their hands: "Okay, okay, the focus is on participation, everyone, don't be discouraged, and have the courage to challenge and surpass!"

Everyone pouted involuntarily.

Beyond Eternal Night Hou?

Arabian Nights.

And Gu Nuo'er stood around the competition arena, surrounded by a bunch of female ladies who were close friends.

She picked up two brightly colored handkerchiefs and waved them: "Brother Siming is the best!"

Everyone saw that the little princess was wearing an orange-red dress, snow-white skin, and jet-black hair.

A pair of black eyes, extremely beautiful.

There was a girl's agility and cuteness in her eyes, and her white and tender face had been kissed red by the sun.

"Brother Siming! Ye! Si! Ming!" Gu Nuoer waved his handkerchief excitedly, cheering for Ye Siming.

The surrounding ladies all covered their lips and chuckled.

Jiang Xiaoran stood beside Ye Siming, looked at Gu Nuoer, and then looked at Xie Yinxiang, who was quiet beside her.

He looks like a lemonade.

"Si Ming, I envy you too much, the princess has never cheered others."

He also really wanted Xie Yinxiang to cry out for him!

Ye Siming was dressed in mysterious clothes, which outlined a thin waist, and his figure was as tall and straight as a pine.

He looked sideways at Gu Nuoer. Under the sun, the pretty girl was waving at him happily.

Ye Siming raised his brows slightly and showed a chuckle.

He likes this feeling.

There is no need to identify and search, among so many people, he can see her as soon as he turns his head.

Ye Siming concentrated again and picked up the bow and arrow.

However, at this time, he heard the whispered conversation of several young men standing on the periphery of the competition field not far away.

They were a bit close together, Ye Siming's hearing was excellent, and Gu Nuo'er's name was mentioned, so it was hard to ignore.

"Did you see it, I said that the princess and Yongyehou must have something to do! I bet twenty taels, Yongyehou will be the concubine in the future."

"Impossible? The princess and Yong Yehou have only grown up together since childhood, they are childhood sweethearts!"

"Princess and Lord Jiang Xiaohou also grew up together. Why don't they flirt with each other? It's like this on the surface, but in private, maybe they all kissed together!"

The son who was talking was gossiping, with obscenity written on his face.

However, as soon as he finished speaking, a sharp arrow flew toward him with a "swoosh", directly rubbing his shoulders and flying past.

The arrow was sharp, scratched his clothes, and cracked his flesh!

The sudden change happened in such an instant, and after everyone reacted, they heard the scream of the young man clutching his shoulders!

The master hurried over: "What's the matter, press it tight, go to Langzhong first!"

Ye Siming waved his bow in his hand, and there was a stormy coldness between his eyebrows, but his tone was very cynical, with a bit of forbearance.

"Accidentally crooked, your life is big, it's good if you don't die."