Gu Yihan left the Golden Palace, and his entourage followed him mightily.

He first went to the "Gaoci Hall" in the palace where the spiritual positions of the ancestors were stored.

After lighting a few sticks of incense sticks, Gu Yihan inserted it into the incense burner with an indifferent expression.

He narrowed his eyes and said to a group of ancestral tablets: "Ancestors, if you can see General Song, bring me a sentence,

He, this wicked son, has violated our bottom line again and again. In a few days, I will be able to send him down and reunite their father and son.

At the beginning of his life-saving grace, I could have paid it back, otherwise Song Quan would not have survived this year. "

The ever-bright lamp next to the tablet shone with light day and night, deepening the ruthlessness in the emperor's eyes.

After having a daughter, he really restrained a lot.

Many people have forgotten that Gu Yihan was an out-and-out tyrant.

In the garden on the other side, Gu Nuoer was sitting in the pavilion with Ye Siming.

"Brother Siming, try this again~ This is a palace secret recipe from Uncle Wojian, the chef. If it's delicious, I'll put it in the sugar shop and sell it!"

Gu Nuo'er is wearing a crimson dress today, and her soft black hair is braided into two cute little braids, which are obediently placed on either side of her cheeks.

The broken hair on her delicate eyebrows was blown by the breeze, which made the little man's complexion white and his cheeks red.

The sparkling lake water on the side reflects the laziness of autumn.

Ye Siming lowered his eyes. He was wearing a navy blue robe with a slightly high collar, which matched the youthful face like a crown of jade, but his eyes were always cold and lazy.

The pastry in front of me is a paste made of yam ground into mud, sprinkled with a little icing sugar, and simmered with sweet-scented osmanthus honey.

It looks crystal white and very delicious.

Ye Siming took a spoon and scooped a little, and first handed it to Gu Nuo'er's lips.

The little guy opened his mouth obediently, and ah woo took a bite.

Then he held his little face happily: "It's so sweet!"

Ye Siming took a sip himself and nodded sincerely, "It's not bad."

Gu Nuoer pouted twice, and after pondering for a while, she asked innocently, "Brother Siming, you're not trying to poison your mouth!"

Ye Siming frowned and stared at the little guy: "What?"

"Daddy has a group of eunuchs who try poison. That's how they are. The delicious food is served, but Daddy can't eat it. They have to allocate a bit of each one to confirm that it's not poisonous before giving it to Daddy!"

Gu Nuo'er's words were conclusive, as if he had definite evidence.

There was still a little icing on her cheeks, making her face even more round and lovely.

The little guy puffed out his cheeks and said, "Are you afraid of poison, so you let Nuobao eat first!"

Ye Siming was angry and anxious.

How should he explain that he just wants to eat what the little guy has eaten?

Ye Siming patted the spoon on the table: "You—"

Before he could finish speaking, Gu Nuo'er trembled.

Then I saw a fleshy figure like a milk dumpling, stumbling to Ye Siming's side.

She hugged Ye Siming's arms with her two little hands and dangled her little feet pitifully.

"Brother Siming, you're a fierce nest again."

Ye Siming was stunned, looking at the watery blackness in the little man's eyes.

He was quite helpless, and his face softened a lot: "I don't."

Gu Nuo'er pouted: "You have acridine, your voice was so loud just now, I'm afraid of Liao!"

Ye Siming laughed, he stood up from the stone bench, squatted down and looked at the little guy.

Then he wiped the icing off the little guy's cheeks with his fingertips.

Even his voice was lowered a little: "I didn't test you for poison, I wanted you to eat it first because you liked it."