Just now, the mother and daughter came out, and first went to visit Gu Nuoer's grandfather at the mansion of Duke Zhenguo.

Then they had lunch in the town hall.

In the afternoon, Concubine Qiao took her to talk with Mrs. Qiao.

She didn't leave until Madam Qiao was tired and wanted to rest.

Now come to listen to the music again.

Seeing that the sky will soon turn dark, and it will be dusk, Gu Nuoer is worried about the agreement with Ye Siming, and is a little restless.

"Mother," the little girl asked in a low voice, "When will Daddy come?"

Concubine Qiao held up the tea cup: "There is still about an hour."

She and Gu Yihan said that in the afternoon, they would stay in Qiao's mansion of Duke Zhenguo.

Therefore, Gu Yihan will still be dealing with government affairs, so that he can spend the night to accompany his daughter.

Gu Nuo'er licked her lips hesitantly.

"Mother, I..."

She wanted to say the words to go first, but Concubine Qiao suddenly put down the tea cup and asked indifferently, "Nuoer, what do you think of the scene on stage?"

Gu Nuo'er raised her long eyelashes and looked at the stage.

This play is about a princess who falls in love with a poor scholar who wants to marry him despite the opposition of the emperor and queen.

However, when the country was broken, the scholar sacrificed the princess as a sinner to the rebels in order to protect himself.

The princess hanged herself in hatred.

The actor sang this passage with extreme sadness, and the tears were heartbroken.

Some of the guests under the stage wiped away their tears with handkerchiefs, feeling sad and sighing for what happened to the princess, and gnashing their teeth at the heartless man!

Gu Nuo'er pursed her lips: "I think...the singing is good, but what happened to the princess is worth regretting."

Concubine Qiao nodded, and looked at her daughter with a deep gaze: "I don't know people well, I don't know people well, how a girl chooses her husband often determines her future destiny, even a princess is no exception."

She smiled lightly: "Nuoer, what should you do if this happens to you?"

"Me?" Gu Nuo'er thought seriously for three seconds: "Let Brother Siming beat him to death."

Concubine Qiao:  …

She didn't give up and asked: "If Yong Yehou is gone, for example, he was beaten to death by the rebels?"

Gu Nuo'er immediately covered her lips and smiled sweetly, her eyebrows curved: "How is that possible, who can beat Brother Siming? Don't be afraid of tens of thousands of people!"

Concubine Qiao pressed her eyebrows with her fingertips: "Mother is just using an analogy. Suppose the Marquis of Yongye died in battle, how would you deal with a heartless man?"

Gu Nuo'er pondered for a moment, then raised her sparkling eyes: "I killed him myself!"

The little girl has pretty cheeks and a pair of eyes.

Anyone who sees this face will soften their hearts enough that they would rather slaughter her than get her fingertips dirty.

Concubine Qiao sighed.

"The girl named Qin Ling didn't love herself a few days ago. You have seen the consequences. Nuo'er, you are about to get married. Maybe one day you will meet your sweetheart and marry off."

"Mother, no matter what kind of person you like, I just hope that you will consider it carefully, and you must understand that your intention is to like it, not a momentary impulse."

She stretched out her hand and gently held her daughter's hand: "What's more, if the other party loves you, then he will respect everything about you and will not force you or deceive you."

"You are a princess, and the person who really likes you, in his eyes, no matter what your identity is, he is the only one. If there is danger, everyone else can back away in fear, but he is the only one who goes forward without hesitation."