Tyrant Daddy’s Petite Bag

"Wow!" Gu Nuoer took the lead in expressing emotion: "Brother Siming is really amazing."

Gu Yihan couldn't see any admiration on his face, but just said lukewarmly, "This is just getting started. To protect Nuoer, we must train him more."

Gu Nuoer looked at her father with big eyes and whispered: "Dad, can you not do this to brother Siming, Nuoer wants to be his friend, not a master and servant, so don't train him. "

She shook Gu Yihan's sleeve with her little hand: "He is a living person, not those beasts raised by father."

Gu Yihan doesn't like being refuted, except Gu Nuoer.

At this moment, he just pinched Gu Nuo'er's little face very fondly.

"Nuobao, daddy is also for you. If you don't train Ye Siming to be the most powerful bodyguard, how can you protect you?"

Gu Nuo'er's smart eyes rolled, and she said in a milky voice: "Then...the most powerful guard must be in my heart.

Daddy, why don't you let Brother Siming follow me, I have more contact with him, which is more important than training Brother Siming! "

Gu Yihan looked down at her and said with a smile, "Shrewd ghost, just as you said."

He waved his hand and summoned Eunuch Chunshou to give an order: "Originally, I thought that every three days, Ye Siming would enter the palace to practice martial arts, but since the princess has other ideas,

Let Ye Siming enter the palace every five days to spend more time with the princess. I also want to see how his temperament is. "

Eunuch Chunshou bowed his head: "Yes, the slaves will go to pass the order to General Bai."

After the father-in-law left, Gu Yihan smiled dotingly and said, "Nuoer, listen to your mother, you were practicing calligraphy before, show daddy, what did you practice?"

Gu Nuoer immediately put down the small spoon, stepped on Gu Yihan's dragon chair, and stretched out her small hand to reach for the writing brush.

However, the small hand is too small, and the wolf hair that Gu Yihan used to criticize the memorial was held in her hand with difficulty.

But Gu Nuoer bowed her head seriously and wrote on the paper: Love Mother.

Gu Yihan stared at the word and narrowed his eyes: "What did your mother teach you?"

Gu Nuo'er nodded obediently: "Mmmm! Mother said, practice the easy first, then the hard ones."

After saying that, the little guy puffed out his cheeks: "Well, it's not too difficult. When I was two years old, I learned more from my second brother's teacher!"

Gu Yihan immediately held Gu Nuoer's little hand: "Nuobao, I will teach you to write the words "Favorite Dad" today."

Gu Nuo'er tilted her head, her eyes bright: "I will!"

"No, write it in front of Daddy."

When the father and daughter were having a good time together, the Censor Zhang asked to ask the Holy Spirit.

The Censor Desk is responsible for impeaching hundreds of officials and picketing their faults.

When the little **** came to report, Gu Yihan didn't lift his head, he was holding Gu Nuo'er's small hand, writing stroke by stroke.

I heard that Zhang Yushi asked to see him, but he didn't lift his head: "No, I'm very busy right now."

Lord Zhang seemed to have heard the emperor's refusal, and said from the outside: "Your Majesty! You have asked the minister to thoroughly investigate the Wujin matter, and you have eyes on it!"

Gu Yihan's hand paused.

Gu Nuoer is very well-behaved, she raised her head and asked, "Dad, you go to work first, Nuoer can write these words."

Gu Yihan leaned down, his handsome brows were full of a lofty smile.

"Noble, do you want to go see a bad guy with daddy, steal all his money, and buy you candy?"

Gu Nuoer's eyes lit up: "A lot of money for the bad guy?"

Gu Yihan nodded: "He lied to a lot of people, so Daddy plans to take it back, Nuobao is with Daddy, okay?"