Concubine Qiao looked at others with cold and sharp eyes, with overwhelming strength.

Those young sons, whenever they looked at her, bowed their heads.

This made Concubine Qiao Gui had to think of that rainy night, when Ye Siming stood openly under the porch, looked into her eyes, and solemnly expressed his feelings for Gu Nuoer.

In this comparison, Concubine Qiao said dissatisfiedly: "None of them are sincere, and their intentions are not pure, not even a finger of Yongye Hou."

Gu Yihan was silent, his eyes deep.

On Gu Nuo'er's side, although she was in a bad mood, her brothers were coaxing her to be happy.

She had already painted her face like that, and she didn't want to continue to make fun of her, so she brushed her father's face in public.

So Gu Nuoer sat upright in the pavilion, like an emotionless porcelain doll, with a peerless and ethereal beauty, and her sitting posture was also dignified and elegant.

However, there were no emotional ups and downs in those eyes.

The moving and expression in her eyes seemed to disappear with Ye Siming.

In order to make Gu Nuoer happy, the second prince grabbed the seventh prince in his hand.

"Sister, you smile, the second brother let the seventh brother get a wig cap!"

The seventh prince hurriedly covered his bald head, frowned and said, "Amitabha, it is absolutely necessary."

The first prince and the eighth prince went to pick a lot of flowers and piled them on the table in front of Gu Nuoer.

The eldest prince Gu Zixiao chuckled lightly, his sword eyebrows stared and his teeth white and clear.

"When eldest brother joined the army, he learned to weave garlands from the local people. I'll make one and give it to Nuoer, okay?"

He moved very quickly. Some small yellow and purple flowers, mixed with green branches, quickly turned into a wreath after the flip of Gu Zixiao's two palms.

Gu Zixiao put it on Gu Nuoer's head.

Except for the fifth prince, the rest of the brothers let out doting laughter——

"My sister is very beautiful."

"Eleventh brother, draw your sister!"

Gu Nuo'er just pursed her lips and revealed a fleeting smile.

The fifth prince, Gu Zichen, has dark eyes. From the beginning to the present, he has never laughed, and he is not as good as other brothers. He wants Gu Nuoer to be happy.

He knew that Gu Nuo'er couldn't be happy.

The fifth prince grabbed Gu Nuo'er's wrist and said, "Sister, I will send you back to the Qiushui Palace. Don't be brave here. Seeing you like this, I feel distressed and want to kill."

Gu Nuo'er withdrew her hand gently.

She looked straight ahead and said softly, "I will wait until the banquet is over."

Brother Siming had to endure for a month for their affairs.

And she just endured a banquet time, what can't she do?

The princes looked at each other and sighed.

They didn't talk anymore, and walked out of the pavilion in twos and threes, scaring away the young masters who were about to move and wanted to get close.

More than a dozen princes surrounded the pavilion like a god.

Everyone could only look at the princess through the gap, and couldn't do anything else, let alone talk to her.

Gu Yihan was quite satisfied, so he led Concubine Qiao to the side to admire the peony.

Gu Nuo'er sat stiffly, her heart was empty, and once she glanced at the situation in the garden, she lowered her eyelashes again.

Until this time, when she raised her eyes inadvertently, she saw a tall and straight young man standing under a peach blossom tree not far from her.

He wore a mask and stayed away from the crowd, and was not noticed by anyone.

Only Gu Nuoer saw him.

The boy also faced her direction.

At that moment, Gu Nuoer suddenly stood up.