Under the setting sun, Ye Siming's eyes were filled with the coldness of Qing Jun.

He held the little guy in both hands, and his posture did not change, as if he did not intend to agree.

Ling Tianyin said calmly: "Little Nuo'er told me just now that you are going back to Daqi soon."

"Let me hug her, or else you will come back after you leave."

Ye Siming glanced coldly at Ling Tianyin's expression.

"Turn around." His tone was cold.

Ling Tianyin hurriedly followed suit, and Ye Siming helped, placing Gu Nuo'er on his back.

After this series of slight movements, Gu Nuoer, who was not asleep, grunted slightly.

"Um...are you home?" She rubbed her eyes with her little hands and asked in a daze.

Ling Tianyin turned his head and said, "There's still a while, go back to sleep."

Gu Nuo'er didn't wake up in a panic when she heard his voice.

Instead, he tapped his little head against his shoulder.

A small, soft mass.

It would be great if this was his daughter.

Ling Tianyin walked slowly, looking at the eyes in front of him, it was complicated.

What kind of life is Gu Yihan?

How to be stronger than him.

Ye Siming followed casually, with a lazy and relaxed expression.

At night, the sky is the most beautiful.

The sunset, which has not yet completely sunk into the mountain, renders the last rosy glow of the day on the horizon, and the night that is about to rise also burns a faint blue.

A little bit of the star has risen, and the moon is blinking playfully.

The evening wind was gentle, blowing the clothes of a few people.

On the palace road, Ling Tianyin carried Gu Nuoer's shadow on his back, looking very tall.

"Emperor Ling..." Gu Nuo'er on her back suddenly spoke softly, her voice extremely sleepy, "I'm going home, I'm so worried about you."

Ling Tianyin was stunned for a moment, then he couldn't help but pursed his lips moved: "Oh, Xiao Nuo'er, then don't leave, stay and be my daughter."

Gu Nuo'er turned her head and lay on her stomach: "That's not good, I have been my father's precious daughter in this life."

"It's just that I feel sorry for your hardship. It's hard for the emperor to do what you are, and it's hard to be embarrassed... You can endure it, it's amazing!"

Ling Tianyin was quite moved.

However, how to think carefully, it doesn't sound like a compliment?

Gu Nuo'er closed her eyes, her curled eyelashes cast shadows on her white porcelain skin.

She was still muttering: "Well, having said that, the internal chaos in Xili is like a mess of sand, and Emperor Ling dares to fight against my father."

"What a kind of courage wow!"

Ling Tianyin's face darkened.

Confirmed, this is not a good word.

He was about to say that compared to Gu Yihan, he was not much worse.

Gu Nuo'er spoke again, her voice soft and waxy: "However, Emperor Ling, you are really kind to me, and you are very reasonable."

"When I grow up, I will often come back to see you, Xi Li's godfather!"

Ling Tianyin's footsteps suddenly stopped.

A look of surprise broke out in his thin eyes.

"What? Little Nuo'er? What did you call me!"

But the little guy refused to shout a second time, and she leaned on Ling Tianyin's shoulder tightly.

"Don't be noisy, I'm going to sleep!"

After that, no matter how Ling Tianyin asked, the little guy seemed to be asleep.

But even so, Ling Tianyin was very satisfied.

He even walked a lot lighter.

Ye Siming looked sideways and looked at Ling Tianyin coldly.

The teenager only felt that Ling Tianyin's face was full of joy that "the child was stolen successfully".