Tyrant Daddy’s Petite Bag

Gu Nuo'er opened her lips.

The shoulder was held down by Qiao Guifei.

Concubine Qiao's red lips pursed into a manly smile.

"Your Majesty, it is even more serious. Nuo'er has also rushed for a day's journey, so let her rest first."

"After the emperor has dealt with the government affairs, it will be fine for you father and daughter to have a good chat tomorrow."

Gu Yihan got up quickly: "Yes, yes, I almost forgot, Daddy's Nuobao had a hard time traveling."

He touched his daughter's hair: "Dad go to see what nonsense the old man in the Western Regions said again, and come back to accompany Nuo'er tomorrow."

Gu Nuoer hesitated, but Concubine Qiao gently pinched the heart of her fingers under her sleeve.

So, the girl Yingying turned her eyes, and hurriedly said in a coquettish manner: "Congratulations to send Daddy!"

Gu Yihan smiled and left.

After the emperor left, Concubine Qiao took Gu Nuo'er's hand with a meaningful smile on her face.

"Tell my mother, you just wanted to say what happened to you and Yong Yehou?"

Gu Nuo'er turned and sat on the edge of the bed, her little hands smoothed her hair twice, her skin was fair, and her face was pleasant.

She mumbled: "It's nothing, it's getting late, mother, sleep with Nuo'er tonight."

So the mother and daughter lay on the same bed.

Covered with a quilt, Gu Nuoer snuggled up beside her mother.

Concubine Qiao couldn't help pinching her daughter's arm.

She suddenly smiled softly: "It seems that Marquis Yong Ye didn't disappoint her mother, he did take good care of you."

"When I saw him today, I thought he was a little thinner, but you haven't changed, only your eyes are brighter than before."

"Presumably this way, Nuoer's harvest must be not small, right?"

Gu Nuo'er had no sleepiness at all.

When it comes to Ye Siming, she seems to have endless things to say.

Talk to Concubine Qiao like a family treasure, detailing his kindness and thoughtfulness.

During this period, Concubine Qiao Gui listened quietly, with that beautiful smiling face, looking at Gu Nuo'er very fondly.

Concubine Qiao found that her daughter was in high spirits and sparkling eyes every time she mentioned Ye Siming.

Gu Nuo'er said softly: "It's more than that. Does my mother know that Jin is very cold, and the snow outside is higher than your ankles."

"Brother Siming has never let me suffer from the cold. He even helped me put three layers of cotton-padded clothes in my shoes, so I was afraid my shoes would get wet and cold."

Speaking of this, Gu Nuoer suddenly found that her mother's smile was a little unfathomable.

Gu Nuo'er immediately shrank into the quilt like a vigilant shy bunny.

"Mother, am I talking too much?"

Only then did Concubine Qiao laughed, and she reached out and touched her daughter's hair.

"Nuo'er, did you just want to tell your royal father that you and Yong Yehou have already made up your mind and made a promise to each other?"

Gu Nuo'er was shocked, and Shui Yingying's eyes lit up slightly.

She pursed her pink lips and asked, "How does my mother know..."

The girl did not deny it.

Concubine Qiao's smile deepened: "You are my daughter, you can't hide anything from your mother's eyes."

Since her mother had taken the initiative to bring it up, Gu Nuoer took a deep breath and explained the matter between her and Ye Siming.

At the end, Gu Nuoer asked cautiously, "Mother, would you disagree?"

"Cousin and the others said that Daddy would think that Brother Siming is not worthy of me."

Concubine Qiao hugged her daughter's shoulders, and the mother and daughter simply sat up, leaning on the bed for a long chat.

"As long as you like it, my mother has no opinion. I believe that my Nuo'er is a smart child, and she will know what she wants." Concubine Qiao said softly.