The Tyrant Father's Pampered Daughter Chapter 639 - 639: Haven ‘t Seen The Child For A Day, Missing Her

Chapter 639 - 639: Haven ‘t Seen The Child For A Day, Missing Her

Chapter 639: Haven ‘t Seen The Child For A Day, Missing Her

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When Wanyin heard this, she looked surprised.

“Princess, you mustn’t. The n.o.ble consort said that this mechanism technique is dangerous and she won’t let you learn it.”

The mechanism technique was so useful, so why couldn’t she learn it?

Gu Nuo’er was very interested!

She immediately placed her hands on her hips and pouted, her chubby face filled with a domineering expression.

“Adults shouldn’t interrupt when children are talking. I’ll tell Mother about this myself!”

Gu Zilan was also a little hesitant. “I can teach you, but… if Mother Qiao is angry…”

All the princes in the palace knew that n.o.ble Consort Qiao was a rather powerful mother. None of them wanted to offend her!

“That won’t happen. I’m here!” Gu Nuo’er patted her small body and guaranteed.

Gu Zilan thought for a moment and finally nodded. “Alright.”

Gu Zilan thought for a moment and finally nodded. “Alright.”

Gu Nuo’er took out her small handkerchief and placed the purple-red epiphyllum that had just had its branch cut off into the handkerchief. She even picked up the fallen petals.

The old eunuch’s heart ached. “Sigh, this was such a good breed. What a pity.”

“It’s not a pity, eunuch uncle.” Gu Nuo’er’s voice was soft and sweet. “No matter how beautiful an epiphyllum is, its beauty only lasts for a moment. Nuo’er has a way to make its beauty last for a long time.”

Most importantly, her mother would definitely like it!

The child first pulled Gu Zilan and Wanyin to the hall. She went behind n.o.ble Consort Qiao’s back and found a mortar for crus.h.i.+ng medicinal herbs.

She threw the fallen petals in first and asked Gu Zilan to grind the flower juice out bit by bit with the small iron pestle.

In the end, she poured the ground flower petals and branch all over the handkerchief.

With a gentle squeeze, the purplish-red water dripped into the small dish.

She then added some more flower dew to the small dish.

Next, she borrowed a little clear oil from the kitchen, added it in, and stirred the mixture for a while before letting Wanyin put it under the sun to dry.

Gu Zilan was puzzled. “Sister, that’s it?”

“It’s done!”

“But you only used a few petals. You didn’t use this entire flower bud.”

Gu Nuo’er blinked. “Leave these here first. There are other uses for them! Alright, there’s still a while before it dries. Eighth Brother can teach me mechanism technique now!” Gu Zilan thought for a moment. “What kind do you want to learn?”

“There are different kinds?”

“Of course. Mechanism techniques are profound and there are many ways to do it. There are those that can be used for killing, for protecting the city, and also ones that can be used for making tables and chairs…”

Gu Nuo’er thought seriously about it. “Oh, Eighth Brother, there’s no need for me to learn so much. I’ll just learn something simple. I’ll just catch a little rabbit or a little sparrow!”

“Hiss, that’s too simple.”

The child waved her small finger. “I don’t want that kind of trap where you put a rope on the ground and hang a basket upside down with some food inside. I want something powerful that can catch little rabbits yet not hurt them!”

Gu Zilan crossed his arms and thought for a moment. “It sounds a little difficult, but it’s not impossible. Come, Brother will bring you to make props. Let’s give it a try!”

Gu Nuo’er immediately reached out her small hand and smiled sweetly. “Let’s

Wanyin hurriedly followed. “Princess, this servant will go too!”

In the evening.

Ye Siming returned from training the troops.

He rolled up his sleeves, tidied up his clothes, and walked into n.o.ble Consort Qiao’s courtyard.

He hadn’t seen the little thing for a day and felt a little uneasy inside.

However, the courtyard was very quiet. n.o.ble Consort Qiao and Gu Nuo’er didn’t seem to be around.1

There wasn’t even a palace maid around.

Ye Siming was a little vigilant and his ears twitched slightly.

His footsteps also slowed down a lot.

However, just as he stepped on a spot where the color of the soil was different, he suddenly heard a few whoos.h.i.+ng sounds!