Gu Nuo'er was stunned for a moment, and her dark eyes looked fixedly at the young man in front of her.

Ye Siming would not say anything to blame for her.

Seeing that she almost shot an arrow at someone else, she almost drank a pair of wine with them.

At that moment, his heart burned, and he wanted to break all the arrows he caught.

However, out of restraint, he suppressed his instinct and did not do so.

Even if he was standing by the lake with Gu Nuoer now, he wouldn't blame her for being jealous.

He only blamed himself for not coming too early.

So, he asked Gu Nuoer if he could give him a chance to play this kind of game when he was around.

He also wants to compete with everyone.

Ye Siming didn't want to be left behind by Gu Nuoer.

A soft but not strong autumn wind blew from behind Gu Nuo'er.

The long hair on the little girl's temples was blown, and layers of waves appeared in her watery eyes.

Ye Siming waited for her response.

Gu Nuo'er stretched out her fingertips and gently hooked his finger.

"I won't play this kind of game next time," she said.

Ye Siming paused, his eyes deep and deep: "I didn't want to restrict you."

Gu Nuo'er showed a smile, and smiled sweetly and well-behaved: "I know, but if Brother Siming is not here, I won't have much fun playing!"

Before Ye Siming could realize what she meant by this sentence.

The little girl took the initiative to hold his hand: "Let's go, let's go to the pavilion to drink tea, and the banquet will start in a while!"

Ye Siming lowered his brows, and there was a thought in his cold eyes.

She just said that this game is boring when he is not here, what does it mean?

The little girl walked in front with her back to Ye Siming, taking a relaxed and happy pace.

Bai Nen's little face was full of sweet smiles.

Before the two of them sat in the pavilion for a while, Jiang Xiaoran came to "call for help" out of breath.

"Si Ming, Your Royal Highness, please help, I've already lost two games! I can't play the game of claiming flowers, I can't play their group of boys!"

As soon as Gu Nuoer heard there was a game, he immediately stood up and pulled Ye Siming up.

"Brother Siming, let's go play too!"

They followed Jiang Xiaoran back to the crowd.

The crowd is free to form teams.

The so-called flower weighing game is to pick a man and a woman into a group, and there are six groups in one round of the game.

The girl needs to insert the prepared flowers into the man's hair crown.

Finally, the man carries the woman to the finish line, and then uses a scale to weigh the flowers.

The one with the most weight is the winner.

Jiang Xiaoran offered a hundred taels to the winner of each round.

Flowers can only be inserted above the neck, and you will lose if you hold them in your hands!

Just now, Jiang Xiaoran was carrying Xie Yinxiang on his back, with countless flowers on his head, before he even ran a few steps, several flowers fell!

He lost a lot and was laughed at for a long time by everyone, and quickly called Ye Siming and Gu Nuo'er to come to the rescue!

Jiang Xiaoran patted Ye Siming on the shoulder and raised his voice to everyone: "Si Ming is my good brother, he will take care of you all for me!"

Everyone immediately let out a laughing wailing: "The Marquis of Yongye is so good at martial arts, who can beat him, Brother Xiao Ran, you are cheating!"

Jiang Xiaoran akimbo and laughed: "Soldiers never tire of cheating, just wait and lose, you guys!"

He and Ye Siming's mutual friend Xiao Xia coaxed the people around him: "Don't be afraid, big guy! No matter how powerful Yong Yehou is, he can't have so many flowers on his head. Let's fight with him!"

The crowd suddenly shouted and shouted, and the atmosphere was harmonious and lively.

Ye Siming looked at Gu Nuoer sideways, and raised his long eyebrows: "Remember to tighten the flower hairpin."

Gu Nuo'er's water eyes glowed with excitement, and her two small fists were clenched, looking eager to try: "I like to give..."

Before she could finish speaking, Ye Siming took her hand and dragged her to his side.

He lowered his voice, gritted his teeth and reminded, "Don't say you like dressing up dogs."