Lord Xue suddenly felt a biting coldness and chill coming from head to toe.

He forced his legs to tremble constantly, and finally fell to the ground and kowtowed: "I remember the emperor's teachings!"

This is the emperor warning Lord Xue.

All the officials were wondering, how did the emperor change his previous style of killing people, and instead choose a sinister hint?

But now this is what makes people even more scary.

In the carriage, Gu Nuoer was lying on the cushion, like a ball of kitten, sleeping sweetly.

Ye Siming looked at her side several times and took out a bag of oil paper.

After the slender knuckles were disassembled, a sweet smell immediately floated out.

"Hmm?" Gu Nuoer sniffed his nose, opened his eyes in a daze, and sat up: "What does it smell like? It smells so good."

Ye Siming pressed down his lower lip and laughed calmly, pretending to be serious: "Sugar cake, I think you should be full of breakfast, you can't eat it now, right?"

Sugar cake?

Gu Nuoer quickly crawled to Ye Siming with his little hands and feet, looking at the sugar cake with golden and crispy skin inside the greased paper bag in his hand.

"Wow! It looks much darker than last time! It should be very sweet."

Ye Siming pursed his thin lips and handed the oil paper bag in front of her, his tone was still very arrogant: "Can you know if you try it?"

The little guy couldn't wait to reach out his hand, but as soon as he touched it, he retracted his hand so hot.

“So hot!”

Her soft white little finger flesh was burned into a bright red color.

Gu Nuoer couldn't help but wet her eyes. Although she didn't want to cry, she was just too delicate, so the pain was strong.

She blew her fingertips in grievance, looked up at Ye Siming, and her long eyelashes puffed, her tears were about to fall, and she looked weak and pitiful and helpless.

Ye Siming frowned, immediately grabbed her wrist, pulled her to her eyes and looked at the scald.

The little thing's skin was so delicate that it only touched for a moment, and it seemed to be about to swell.

He didn't consider it, forgot that she was a fragile and delicate bag.

Seeing her aggrieved, Ye Siming showed helplessness in his cold eyes: "I didn't remind you, I'm wrong, don't move."

After saying that, he grasped Gu Nuoer's injured fingertips.

In an instant, a coldness spread from her little fingers throughout her arms.

The burning pain quickly disappeared.

Gu Nuoer opened her eyes wide: "It doesn't hurt anymore! Brother Si Ming is so awesome, his palms are cold!"

Ye Siming sneered perfunctorily.

A delicate little thing.

He could only take care of Gu Nuoer more carefully, and he regarded Gu Nuoer as a flower he raised.

This flower requires more energy to take care of everything he did before.

He held her injured fingertips in one hand to reduce the heat for her.

With the other hand, he picked up the sugar cake, blew it on his own initiative, and handed it to her lips: "I'll take it, you can eat it."

Gu Nuoer opened her eyes widened: "Brother Si Ming, don't you think it's hot?"

"Not as delicate as you."

Gu Nuoer lowered her head, bared her small teeth carefully, and took a bite.

Her shaking little head was shaking and shaking, very cute.

The little cheeks were fleshy, and they bounced one after another as they chewed.

Gu Nuoer squinted her eyes happily when she ate the sweet thing.

Seeing her like this, Ye Siming couldn't help but pick his lips and gave him a very light smile.

"Is it tasty?"

“It’s so delicious!”

Ye Siming lowered his eyes and suppressed a smile.

It's not in vain that he was thinking about this thing in the kitchen before dawn.

Gu Nuoer obediently bit the sugar cake in his hand, and Ye Siming saw that she looked well-behaved.

He was very satisfied.
Chapter completed!