As soon as Song Zhao left, the emotions on Si Yu's face faded, and he suppressed his voice in a certain direction, "Come out."

After the words fell, dozens of black-clothed secret guards flashed from all directions.

They all looked cold-blooded like hell messengers. When they were in action, they had undergone strict training from the dead soldiers and were neatly bowing to Si Yu.

"Your Highness, are you okay?!" The head guard Di Ji asked boldly. Thinking of the scene where Si Yu was beaten just now, his cold eyes could not hide his anger and bloodthirsty.

If the time hadn't come, His Highness could only bear humiliation and burden, they wouldn't have watched the hair of the lowly nobles who were hurt by the nobles.

Si Yu glanced at them from a high place, like an emperor looking down on everything, saying without emotion, "Di Ji, have I said that I will not show up without imperial edict?"

"I know my subordinates are guilty." Di Jie admitted his mistake with trembling voice, and almost all his face was pressed to the ground.

He paused for a moment, plucked up the courage, and asked carefully, "Your Highness, what should those servants who offend you do?"

Upon hearing this, Si Yu laughed softly.

The slow breath sounded, but the secret guards started to tremble.

After a while, he heard His Highness say in an understatement, "Old Rules."

*

Night falls.

After Song Zhao washed up, he stayed alone in the bedroom, thinking about the next plan with a serious look on his face.

Although he failed to assassinate Si Yu successfully, there were still several years before he treason, so there was no need to hurry and act according to the opportunity in the future.

Now she must first solve her hidden dangers.

The Song family tree attracts great wind and has a superficial scenery, but in fact it has internal and external troubles.

It is not a matter of overnight success to protect the Song family.

In the past hundred years, Song Zhao has realized a truth.

Only by strengthening yourself can you not be afraid of all evil forces.

After returning from rebirth, Song Zhao's task was very arduous.

What we need to do is to use the medical skills we have learned to build a solid fortress for ourselves, and to find ways to cure the cold poison in Song Jingxian's body.

Song Jingxian is the predestined prince. If he cannot fight for the enemy with a healthy body, it will make the Song family laugh at and will give the outside world a chance to slander and impeach.

Of course, the main reason is that Song Zhao owes him.

In addition, we must also find the Medicine King, expose Xia Qingyao's true face, and no longer let this white lotus show off its power in the name of the Song family.

But how easy is to find a medicine king?

In his previous life, Song Zhao also thought about finding the Medicine King to prove himself, but the Medicine King came and went without a trace.

He never appears twice in one place when he walks around the world.

When I went to ask for medicine, it was because the people sent by Song Jingxian found out that the Medicine King was practicing medicine in a villa at that time.

The Medicine King is not subject to secular constraints, and is not afraid of the imperial power. If you want to take medicine from him or ask him to do something, you will have to pay a huge price.

Song Zhao was thinking, and suddenly thought of some secrets that his master had told her, and his eyes lit up.

Perhaps only by going to that place can you get news about the Medicine King.

*

At dawn, it started to rain outside.

The spring rain is like smoke, splashing the flowers and plants in the yard that are not yet popular. A string of colorful carved wind chimes hanging under the eaves shook gently in the mist and rain.

Song Zhao did not sleep all night, his clear pupils were oozing out a beautiful blood red, and his tender face showed a little cold and bright look.

She got up, dressed, washed, and dressed up in front of the mirror.
Chapter completed!