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Ye Siming's figure was like a shadow, so fast that he couldn't catch up.

After all the princes finish the test, the sun will probably be setting.

He wants to marry Gu Nuo'er, and no one can stop him now.

However, Ye Siming just passed a courtyard.

I heard the sound of "swish" cold arrows coming from around.

He landed immediately.

The Eighth Prince walked out unsteadily with a bow and crossbow on his shoulders.

"Yong Yehou, let's pass through the barrier honestly!"

Ye Siming took half a step back, an unruly and unruly chuckle appeared on his stern face.

"It's okay to play with you at ordinary times, but I don't want to waste time today."

He said, suddenly a dodge.

The Eighth Prince hasn't seen clearly why Ye Siming came here.

By the time he realized it, Ye Siming had already taken the organ from him.

And in less than three seconds, it was completely dismantled for him!

The Eighth Prince stared blankly at the wood all over the floor.

"Yong Yehou, you...you are brute force!"

Ye Siming smiled, waved his hands and left: "I use my brain, thank you Eighth Uncle for helping me."

He was fast, and the second and eleventh princes followed behind panting.

"You stop! Stop!"

It's so hateful, they haven't practiced kung fu before, so it's hard to catch up with light kung fu.

Soon, the third prince, Kong Jue, and the eighth prince chased after them.

The brothers shouted loudly: "Marquis Yong Ye, don't run away!"

The Twelfth and Fourteenth Princes set up a net, planning to catch Ye Siming when he rounded the corner.

However, the two of them suddenly felt a black shadow sweep over their heads, accompanied by the neighing of a horse.

They turned around hastily.

But at some point, Ye Siming reunited with his war horse, Xiao Hei.

Jumped directly over the dust net on the ground!

"Chase!" The twelfth and fourteenth princes also joined the running team.

Ye Siming rode Xiao Hei and skimmed directly outside the Qiushui Palace.

However, at the gate of the palace, there was a dull figure standing there.

Fifth Prince Gu Zichen.

His eyes were gloomy and black, and it was not easy to look at.

Ye Simingle stopped the horse and stopped in front of him.

The fifth prince said: "Let me fight, as long as I don't get hurt a little and lose to you, you can go in."

Ye Siming smiled: "So simple?"

The fifth prince snorted: "Don't be too happy."

Ye Siming tilted his head and looked behind him: "Gu Nuoer, why did you come out?"

The fifth prince was taken aback for a moment, and he quickly turned his head to look.

Taking advantage of this moment, Ye Siming lightly lightened his saddle again, and rushed into the courtyard.

The fifth prince gritted his teeth: "I've been fooled! How dare you cheat!"

The courtyard was crowded with dowry boxes and concubines.

A group of princes were blocked at the door and couldn't get in, so they could only keep shouting.

"Yong Yehou slipped in! Stop him!"

Here are all women.

Gu Nuoer had finished dressing and was talking to the people around her.

Suddenly, a tall and straight figure came in from the window.

"Gu Nuoer!" Ye Siming called out.

Gu Nuo'er looked up, startled: "Brother Siming?"

Concubine Qiao, Xi Po and the surrounding court ladies all panicked.

"Why did you let Marquis Yongye come in!"

Ye Siming picked up the hijab beside her and covered her delicate face.

Afterwards, he decisively carried her on his back.

"Let's go," Ye Siming said.

Gu Nuoer raised a corner of her hijab and asked in surprise, "Where are you going?"

"Go marry me!" Ye Siming chuckled.

With Gu Nuo'er on his back, he jumped out of the window and onto the roof.

Leave the sender far behind.

Even if they heard everyone's exclamation, they left it behind.

The happiness at this moment belongs to them alone.

Xiao Hei ran wildly on the palace road, chasing after Ye Siming's footsteps.

Ye Siming sat on the horseback with Gu Nuoer on his back.

He carefully helped her cover her head, and just arrived at the gate of the palace before his welcoming team arrived.

The ceremony officials who greeted the relatives wiped off their sweat.

Yong Yehou ran so fast that he almost couldn't catch up.

Ye Siming held Gu Nuo'er's hand, and gently sent her into the eighteen-carried sedan chair.

Gu Nuoer quickly clenched his fingertips: "Brother Siming?"

She seemed a little nervous.

Ye Siming said in a calm and pleasant voice—

"I'm going to ride the horse to the front now to lead the wedding party. Don't be nervous, I'm always not far from you."

Gu Nuoer nodded slightly, and then let go of her hand.

Ye Siming got on his horse.

The ceremony official hurriedly said: "Get up the sedan chair!"

At this time, the palace concubines chased after each other in small sedan chairs, and together with the princes, hurried over from the end of the palace road.