Chapter 1103 Shen’er also wants to be someone like Brother Siming

Gu Nuoer also pursed her lips and smiled sweetly.

Her pink and tender face was full of cuteness: "Brother Shen'er, I'm right, brother Siming is super nice!"

Ling Shen nodded repeatedly.

Yesi Ming neatly put on his coat and tied his belt.

Then, he took Ling Shen's collar and said, "Let's go, I'll take you there now."

Ling Shen was caught in his hands like a little chicken.

He blinked: "Brother Ye, it's still early to go."

Ye Siming certainly didn't want to leave Gu Nuoer's side for too long.

Then he said coldly: "Since you have to go to class, go early and work hard."

He carried Ling Shen to the door, not forgetting to turn back and look at the little guy with a bright and cute smile.

"Wait until I come back." Ye Siming's voice softened a little.

Gu Nuoer waved her little hand obediently: "Go ahead, go ahead."

Today, because Ling Shen wanted Ye Siming to give him a gift.

So he dispensed with the group of palace people who had been following him before.

Now he and Ye Siming were the only two people walking on the palace road.

Ling Shen was young and walked slowly. Although Ye Siming was impatient, he just frowned lightly.

"Brother Ye, Shen'er also wants to be as powerful as you in the future!"

"I'm good at martial arts again, and I know a lot!"

As Ling Shen said this, he waved his fist twice in a hehehehehehehehehehehehehe.

The three-year-old body almost lost its center of gravity and almost fell over.

Ye Siming grabbed him by the collar and prevented him from falling.

Even so, Ling Shen still sprained his foot.

Although it was not serious, the pain at that moment still made his eyes gradually become moist.

The chubby face was suddenly filled with grievances.

Seeing this, Ye Siming raised his thin lips and raised his eyebrows into a sneer.

"To be like me, you must first learn not to cry."

"You're going to cry when you sprain your ankle. How can you learn martial arts in the future? You'd better give up on that."

After hearing this, Ling Shen quickly wiped away her tears with her little hands.

"Don't cry, Shen'er! A man is upright and will not shed tears easily."

He puffed up his cheeks, fought against his grievances, and forced back the tears.

Ye Siming couldn't help but raise his eyebrows when he saw this little appearance.

It's a bit like Gu Nuoer's angry and stubborn attitude.

Gu Nuo'er was waiting for Ye Siming and Ling Shen to leave.

She took small steps and planned to find Concubine Lu.

"Pretty lady, that must be delicious!" The little guy thought of the delicious food and licked his lips with his pink tongue.

A pair of bright water eyes, with clear ripples of light.

As soon as Gu Nuoer walked near the main palace where Concubine Lu lived, she saw Qian Hong coming out with a group of palace maids.

Qian Hong frowned slightly and turned her head to scold a palace maid.

Gu Nuoer's small body nimbly hid behind a big tree.

She quietly eavesdropped on what Qian Hong was saying.

As Qian Hong approached with the maids, her voice gradually came -

"Su Lu, your Majesty usually treats the palace people generously, but this is no reason for you to be presumptuous."

"You know clearly that every time you pay homage to the late emperor, your Majesty never competes with the Queen, so why did you just encourage your Majesty to go?"

The palace maid named Su Lu felt aggrieved and said: "The queen is ill now, so she will definitely not be able to go to pay homage to the late emperor."

"It's such a good opportunity. I feel sorry for our queen, so I suggested it to you."

Qian Hong shook her head solemnly: "If you do things with good intentions, your Majesty rarely gets the limelight. She is afraid that others will accuse Your Majesty of being overly pampered because of her."

"You have to remember, you are not allowed to mention this kind of thing again!"

Su Lu sighed: "I know, Sister Qianhong."
Chapter completed!