"You...!" Gu Yi's cold sword was shaking.

Before they could continue talking, Bai Yi felt that his collar was being grabbed.

Ye Siming easily pulled him away, dragged him aside, and pushed him to Father Chunshou to hold him.

Bai Yi was startled: "Si Ming, don't do stupid things!"

This stinky boy, won't you start with the emperor!

Gu Yihan frowned instantly.

I saw Ye Siming's long eyebrows reaching his temples, his black hair and black pupils were distinct, and his cold face was full of fearless perseverance.

He stepped forward step by step until his heart was against Gu Yihan's sword.

"How many swords does the emperor want to cut?" The young man asked in his usual tone.

Gu Yihan gritted his teeth: "What do you mean?"

Ye Siming's thin eyes glittered deeply: "I want to marry Gu Nuoer, not just talking, so before I came, I also thought that the emperor would be angry with Longting, so I was naturally prepared to deal with it."

"If the emperor cuts me with more than 20 wounds, and you can agree to our marriage, then, do you want me to help?"

As he said that, he approached another inch, and the sword edge had pierced his outer cloak.

"Si Ming!" Bai Yi's face was full of fear and worry, he looked at Gu Yihan anxiously: "Your Majesty, this kid Si Ming sometimes has a brain, he can really do it!"

Eunuch Chunshou saw that the emperor narrowed his eyes, as if he planned to take the opportunity to hack Ye Siming to death.

He also panicked and said hurriedly: "Your Majesty, Marquis Yongye has just made a great contribution, and the people are enjoying the banquet. If anything happens to Marquis Yongye, it will not matter to the court, the people of the world, or even to Her Royal Highness the princess. Well done!"

Gu Yihan turned a deaf ear.

He just stared at Ye Siming's eyes.

The boy faced the oppressive emperor calmly, without the slightest guilt or dodge.

He is serious.

Gu Yihan suddenly had an illusion.

It seemed that if he raised nine hundred and ninety-nine problems now, Ye Siming would not hesitate to complete them.

In the imperial study, swords were drawn, and the atmosphere was tense.

After a while, a "bang" sounded.

It was Gu Yihan who threw the sword in his hand to the ground.

Eunuch Chunshou quickly let go of Bai Yi, bent over to pick it up, and hid it beside him.

Gu Yihan is like a lion after his anger, especially with a gruff aftertaste.

He turned his back, his voice cold and relentless.

"Marquis Yongye, I will ask you one last time, if you give up marrying the princess, I can hand over the state of Jin to you as the fief of your different surnamed king, and your descendants will inherit the title from generation to generation. From now on, you will not have to worry about food and clothing. Stand firm?"

Ye Siming raised his chin, his brows and eyes were firm: "I have been awarded an official and a rank, but it's just a false name, I don't want anything."

"I just want Gu Nuo'er."

Gu Yihan sneered: "Oh, well, it seems that you plan to fight against me to the end."

Bai Yi hurried forward: "Your Majesty, the last general..."

Gu Yihan raised his hand suddenly, motioning him to shut up.

At this time, Gu Yihan turned slightly sideways, looking at Ye Siming with scrutiny and sharp eyes.

"Within a month, you are not allowed to appear in front of the princess, and you are not allowed to contact her, or even ask someone to speak to her."

"I can't listen to your one-sided words. I want to ask Nuo'er's meaning. If you, Ye Siming, can't hold back, I'd like to think about it."

No matter how much anger he just faced, or the choice of life and death, Ye Siming didn't frown.

However, when he heard that he was not allowed to see Gu Nuoer for a month.

The young man couldn't help clenching his fists, his knuckles turned white, and his thin lips were slightly pursed.

He understood that this was Gu Yihan, who deliberately made things difficult and tested.