Tyrant Daddy’s Petite Bag

    Although some courtiers have objections, they do not support the young Ye Siming and the little princess to enter the school together.

    A large part of the reason is that the Guoxueyuan is the place where the young masters of the famous family go to school together.

    Different from the private schools of various schools, coming to a Chinese academy for classes is a symbol of status.

    The children who can come in here range from three to twelve years old.

    So that children have their own connections and upper circle from the beginning.

    For those ministers who oppose Ye Siming's admission to school, many of their own children take Mongolian classes in the National Academy.

    Young Ye Siming's amazing explosiveness and aggressiveness, they have all witnessed it!

    If you let him go to the Guoxue University, wouldn't that put the danger on your side?

    But General Bai Yi strongly guaranteed.

    "Si Ming is already eight years old. Now it's time to open the door, otherwise it will be too late."

    In addition, the emperor Gu Yihan thought carefully.

    I think Ye Siming is indeed a good candidate to be the bodyguard for the princess.

    As long as Bai Yi is trained properly, I don't worry that he will hurt others.

    Gu Yihan even told General Bai Yi: "It doesn't matter if you hurt others, the most important thing is to protect our Nuonuo."

    The ministers were ashamed and wanted to object, but because of the ferocity of the tyrant, they could only keep silent.

    Gu Yihan made a final decision on this matter, and everyone had no room to talk.

    Gu Nuoer, princess of Yaoguang, and young Ye Siming, are scheduled to go to school in February of the spring.

    …

    The tenth day of December, noon.

    The inner room of Qiao Guifei's Autumn Water Palace is fragrant and delicate, and the thick curtain hangs slightly.

    On the wide carved pineapple wood bed, a creamy white and mellow little guy slept.

    Gu Nuoer seemed to have eaten something good in her dream, and her mouth was muttering.

    The pink lips were wetted by the crystal saliva and became more crystal clear, like two small peach blossoms.

    Suddenly—

    A crisp "pop" came from the outer hall.

    It was followed by the chatter of Concubine Qiao in a low voice.

    Gu Nuoer will never wake up if she doesn't sleep enough.

    But this time, the little guy slowly opened his misty eyes.

    Gu Nuoer stretched out her chubby lotus arms and stretched a little lazy waist.

    Then a Gulu sat up from the bed, like a standing white bun.

    She stepped on her small shoes and walked to the front hall slowly.

    Trying to find the source of the sound.

    As soon as I walked to the corner screen, I heard my mother, training people.

    Concubine Qiao's eyebrows and eyes are open, and the beauty is indescribable.

    She sat in the chair, with stern phoenix eyes down, looking at the court lady who was kneeling on the ground.

    Gu Nuo'er gently supported the screen with her small hand, and looked at her with a pair of big eyes.

    The maid kneeling on the ground is the queen's personal maid named Cailuan.

    At this moment, she was covering her cheeks, half kneeling on the ground and weeping.

    Concubine Qiao wore a red tourmaline ring on her delicate white hand.

    She helped her flying temples, and said ruthlessly: "Cai Luan, the Queen Mother fished you out of the clothes washing bureau because you were pitiful and bullied,

    The Empress gave you a place to live and taught you to read and write. Now that the Empress has only been ill for three years, you can't wait to climb the dragon bed? "