As the eldest brother, the eldest prince, Gu Zixiao, naturally stood at the forefront.

Behind him stood the second prince and the third prince, and behind them stood the fifth prince, the seventh prince and the eighth prince respectively.

In this way, one person is added to the column, and they are arranged one by one.

The second prince, Gu Zitang, looked anxiously back and forth on tiptoe.

The eldest prince was afraid that he would cross the line and would hug his sister first.

So the eldest prince turned his head slightly, pretending to be calm and authentic: "Second brother, Baiguan is also waiting by the side, you calm down."

The third prince, Gu Ziyao, smiled like a spring breeze, and his appearance was gentle.

He said, "Nuoer is coming back. The second brother was so happy that he didn't sleep all night. He even went to the street yesterday afternoon and sprinkled 300 taels of gold."

The eldest prince frowned: "Waste."

The second prince's body was dazzling with gold and silver, which made him even more noble.

He raised his head in dissatisfaction: "I heard that my sister won the battle, so I followed Sanjin to make everyone happy together!"

The Eighth Prince heard it from behind, and couldn't help but probe into doubt: "My sister is fighting? That was fought by Yongye Hou!"

The fifth prince laughed: "My sister followed, it is already the biggest victory, our sister has both credit and hard work."

The seventh prince put his hands together: "Amitabha."

The fifth prince looked at him sideways: "Seventh brother is this sentence?"

The Seventh Prince opened his thin eyes and looked at all the fame and fortune in a secular world.

He said quietly, "It's been two months, twelve days and seven hours since my sister left the capital."

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The tenth prince looked back.

"The queen mother, the mother concubine, and the father and the emperor have not come yet. If the younger sister arrives, but they do not arrive, Nuoer will probably be sad."

The smoky voice of the twelfth prince came from a faint voice: "I just sent someone to see it. As soon as the car of Yongye Hou and the others entered the city gate, they were welcomed by the enthusiastic people, and the water was blocked."

"Father, I should be able to catch up."

The eleventh prince put up his board and prepared to draw the scene of his sister's triumph.

However, when the two columns of the Imperial Guards opened the way and escorted the carriages to approach, coupled with the neat and powerful footsteps of the soldiers, it was shocking to the heart!

Ye Siming didn't take the carriage anymore, he rode Xiao Hei all the way at the front.

Now wearing silver armor, with dark clothes on his shoulders, his brows are full of high spirits, and the handsome boy named Young Man is even more eye-catching!

When Bai Yi saw it among the officials, a relieved old father's smile appeared on his face.

Siming lost a lot of weight, but he seemed to have grown taller.

However, he was nineteen years old.

Bai Yi was a little emotional.

Ye Siming stopped the horse not far in front of everyone.

As soon as he stopped, the soldiers behind him also stopped.

Ye Siming got off the horse, picked up the book of triumph that he had prepared, and raised his arms high.

His voice was calm, and he was tall and tall: "Jin State has been destroyed, but the grace of God has not been lost."

These simple eight words have said all the stars, frost, snow and rain in the past two months.

The eldest prince immediately took the lead and raised his voice: "Congratulations to Hou Yongye on his victory and return to the dynasty. All the soldiers have worked hard all the way. Tonight in the Hall of Shengping, the emperor has prepared a celebration feast for you."

After he finished speaking, the civil and military officials and the princes immediately echoed: "Congratulations to Yongye Hou for defeating the state of Jin and raising the prestige of our dynasty!"

Gu Nuo'er opened the curtain and was about to go down.

However, everyone heard Gu Yihan's hurried voice coming from the gate of the imperial city——

"Nuoer! My good daughter is back! Daddy is late!"

Everyone only saw Gu Yihan walking quickly and running out like a gust of wind.

Zhang Yushi couldn't help being listed among the hundred officials, he just wanted to persuade Gu Yihan to run slower.

He was pushed aside by Gu Yihan, who was eager for her daughter.

Gu Nuo'er jumped out of the carriage and threw herself into her father's arms.

"Daddy! I'm back!"