Tyrant Daddy’s Petite Bag

At night, the moonlight is faint, and the thin clouds linger around.

The cold palace is no better than the rest of the palaces.

The moonlight here is even cooler.

The surrounding temples are dilapidated and depressed, and the illumination is more clear.

Gu Nuo'er stood in front of a palace.

There is a brazier in front of the little guy, which is burning a little flame.

She grabbed a stack of paper money and threw it down.

Suddenly the flames rose.

The little man's dark and moist eyes reflected an incomparably smart light.

Behind her stood Ye Siming.

The young man came with her.

Ye Siming said lightly: "The palace maid was tortured and tortured after being brought to the torture room, but the time for two sticks of incense will be recruited."

Gu Nuo'er's voice was soft: "What does Concubine Yu ask her to do?"

"Let her go get some needles and thread. Concubine Yu wants to pretend to be crazy and sew a blouse for the emperor when she was young."

The little man pouted, a little disdain: "Daddy has grown up, she still has to play emotional cards."

At this time, a gust of wind blew.

Roll up the ashes in the brazier.

Ye Siming stretched out his hand to block, and those flying ashes bypassed Gu Nuoer.

There was a hint of arrogance in the boy's eyebrows and eyes, and the flames in his eyes were even more profound.

"Under such torture, there is another unexpected gain. The little palace maid recruited one thing, and Concubine Yu asked her to imitate the private key.

But after the incident was revealed today, Gu Yongxuan lost the title of the prince and took out his anger at her, and the mother and son became deadlocked. "

Gu Nuo'er crouched down and added some paper money into the brazier.

"Hmph, she also feels it now. It's not good to be hated by her own son."

The little guy raised his eyes, his eyes bright.

The slender eyelashes fluttered on the fan, making a small white face look even more well-behaved.

"Brother Siming, look here, every window has holes, my mother said that the roof here will leak even in rainy days.

Grandma Huang lived in this house at that time. I really wanted to ask her if she was cold if it snowed at that time. "

Speaking of this, Gu Nuo'er couldn't help but hold a little tear in her eyes.

She rubbed her eyes with her little hands.

He asked himself and answered, "It must be cold, otherwise, why hasn't she survived a winter snow?"

Gu Nuo'er felt someone hug her from behind.

Ye Siming put his lower jaw on her small shoulder.

He doesn't comfort anyone, but hugs the little guy's body from behind.

"Now you're trying to apologise for her. I know that in these three realms, there are Yellow Springs and Underworld, and she will know."

There was a determined look in the little guy's eyes.

She threw all the paper money in her hand into the brazier at once.

In an instant, the flame volume was extremely high.

Gu Nuo'er looked at the dark room and said decisively: "Grandma Huang, don't worry, since I have me now, even if you are dead, I will not let Concubine Yu take advantage of you!

What she owes you, I will make her pay it back. This is just the beginning. I will take care of Concubine Yu and the villains in her family one by one! "

The night wind blows softly.

It was as if someone who had passed away had brought a light touch.

The little guy's soft hair was slightly blown.

Gu Nuoer sniffed her little nose.

Her voice was thick and soft: "If only she hadn't died, she would have hurt me too!"

Ye Siming raised his eyebrows and said almost subconsciously, "I'll hurt you too."

The little guy blinked suspiciously, and she looked back.

The two looked at each other.

"Brother Siming, I'm talking about Grandma Huang. Your love for me is different from that of Grandma Huang!"

Ye Siming was puzzled.

Love, what is it?

Isn't it all good for her?