Ye Siming scooped her into his arms: "If you're tired, don't talk about it, I'll take you back."

Gu Nuo'er nodded.

She beckoned to Old Jiangtou and the others: "Go back home and think about how to teach you guys, don't worry about Grandpa Jiang, Mammy Hu, and Aunt Qu!

It's not that you can't learn it, it's that Nuoer hasn't figured out how to be a master. Go back and study it! "

Even though her voice was a little hoarse, she did not forget to comfort these elders.

Old Jiang had his hands behind his back: "Go back quickly, half-older child, how can you not be tired."

Ye Siming saw that Gu Nuoer was really tired, so he asked her to wait in the shop for a while.

He rode away to raise the dust, and after a while, he drove back in a dusty carriage by himself.

Gu Nuoer stood in front of the two tall horses and opened her eyes.

Brother Siming's carriage is so gorgeous.

Two tall and strong jujube horses lead a carriage with a kesi cloth cover, the roof of which is shaped like a pavilion and has tassels hanging down from the four corners.

Even the pendant that hangs from the horse's neck looks expensive.

Beside the curtain, there is an emblem.

Above, is the word "Eternal Night".

Ye Siming jumped out of the carriage, seeing the little guy with bright eyes, looking at the tall horse, he was very curious.

He then explained: "When the emperor gave me the seal, the carriage that he brought by the way was never used, so you sit just right."

The other carriages were a little bumpy, and the boards were stiff.

The two carriages given by the emperor were paved with three layers of soft padding, so they would be suitable for Gu Nuoer.

At this moment, the real coachman crawled out of the carriage, dying.

His face was pale, and he said, "Master Hou, your driving speed is too fast. In a small trance, you thought you were flying."

Just now, Hou Yongye disliked him for being too slow, so he let him sit in the back and drive the car instead.

Unexpectedly, the wheel of this car seems to be equipped with wings, and the speed is extremely fast.

Ye Siming glanced at him: "In a while you drive, slow down, don't bump."

"Yes."

Gu Nuo'er was carried into the carriage by Ye Siming.

The little guy stuck his head out of the window and waved at Mammy Hu and the others.

Afterwards, she shrank back and fell on the cushion with a slap.

Two little hands patted their fleshy cheeks, and made a glutinous little milky sound: "I'm so tired—"

Saying that, she stepped her little foot into Ye Siming's arms.

"Brother Siming, pinch me!"

Ye Siming lowered his head and looked at the little guy wearing white socks.

The wrapped little feet, like a cat, opened their five fingers with the movement of stretching, and then tightened them again.

It looks so cute, Ye Siming can hold it with one hand.

Gu Nuo'er is really too young and too fragile.

Ye Siming felt that it was inappropriate to start.

For some reason, his ears turned red subconsciously.

She looked away awkwardly, her hands far away from her little feet.

"Take it, I won't."

Gu Nuo'er sat up pitifully: "Okay, brother Siming is really ruthless to the nest."

Her two soft white fingers touched, her pink lips pursed, and her voice was small and soft: "Thank goodness I like you the most!"

Ye Siming heard the words and suddenly turned his head to look.

He raised his long eyebrows, and there was a bit of inquiry in his eyes.

"Favorite me?"

"Yes!" Big Miao, Xiao Miao, and the little flowers and grasses she raised, Brother Siming was the best to her.

Of course I like him.

Ye Siming raised his thin lips, his eyes brightened, as if he wanted to laugh, but pressed down again.

Gu Nuo'er twisted her body: "But I don't want to care about you now!"