With a sharp message, the girls subconsciously turned around.

The prince wearing a black-gold brocade robe appeared in everyone's sight.

The sixteen-year-old boy has a tall figure, a tall face, a three-dimensional facial features, a deep contour, like a knife, axe and a chisel, and is extremely handsome.

Although he is still young, he has the dignity of the crown prince, with his chin slightly raised and his expression is indifferent and cold.

Song Zhao clenched the tea bowl in his hand.

The veins on the back of the slender white hands are exposed.

In his previous life, in order to protect the whole family, my father surrendered to the prince with sincerity.

The battle to seize the reserve is a bloody storm.

If the Song family had not tried their best, the prince would never have been able to take the position of Emperor.

At the beginning, the prince was suspicious of the Song family's surrender, so Song Bing thought of begging his youngest daughter to the prince as the prince's concubine.

A major marriage event, a parent’s destiny.

At that time, Song Zhao didn't understand what it was to like, but only knew that His Royal Highness the Crown Prince would be the one she wanted to marry.

He is considerate to him and will respond to all requests.

The prince deals with her on the surface, but actually dislikes and looks down on her.

Song Zhao was too stupid at that time. He watched his father push the prince to the dragon throne, but the prince did not abide by the agreement to marry Song Zhao.

Song Bing knew he was fooled and argued with the prince many times.

In anger, the prince took Song Zhao as a hostage, and then framed the Song family to treason and killed the entire Song family.

Song Zhao watched the prince destroy the Song family, and when he forced his father to death, he regretted it and was angry to death with hatred.

When she died, she was only sixteen years old...

"Your Highness the Crown Prince, I will bless you." The girls came over and bowed their knees in a regular manner.

During the process, everyone looked like a pink face and was active in their minds.

Not to mention the prince’s power, who doesn’t like the prince’s handsomeness?

If the prince can be favored by the prince, even if he is a concubine, he can enter the East Palace in the future.

In the blink of an eye, Song Zhao had returned to nature and saluted with him as usual.

Blood feud in the past life is repaid in this life.

In this life, she will no longer let the prince plot against the Song family.

If you want to keep your family safe, you must first bring down the lord prince.

She was a little curious. Without the help of the Song family, could the prince succeed in ascending the throne?

Facing the graceful girls, the arrogant and cold prince was unmoved.

He glanced coldly, swept the girls one by one, and passed Song Zhao's face, paused for a few seconds, and spoke coldly, "Flat."

Yin Wanyang's fair pretty face was dyed with red glow, and he looked at the prince gently as water, "Thank you for your hard work in court, so why not go to the pavilion to sit for a while and have a rest."

The prince was still cold, "I just came over and saw it, and I left in a while. You don't have to take care of Isolation."

His Highness the Crown Prince is famous for his indifference, and the girls only dare to look far away.

It is really enviable that Yin Wanyang is able to talk to the prince.

Yin Wanyang was excited, and his eyes flashed with glory, and he spoke softly, "The prince was busy with everything and had a rare leisure time. Taking this opportunity, why not practice calligraphy together for the prince to see?"

The prince likes to copy copybooks the most. If he can be praised by the prince, he will be very proud.

The girls readily agreed.

The maids brought pens, ink, paper and inkstones, and everyone picked up the pens and licked the ink.

Nowadays, women are most popular with small calligraphy writing in hairpins. They have been practicing since childhood and are all very skillful.

He gave the handwriting he had learned to the prince. The prince glanced at the casually, staring at Yin Wanyang, the best-written one, nodding, "Shangke."

"The prince praised it."

Yin Wanyang almost jumped up excitedly.

The prince is picky and a good sentence is excellent.

Other girls gritted their teeth and were jealous.

Co-organized by Yin Wanyang, do you regard them as springboards?

Yin Wanyang smiled shyly, and as she watched the prince plan to leave, she wanted to keep him for a while, and then she looked at the quiet Song Zhao.

"Miss Song Er, why don't you write? His Royal Highness the Crown Prince is watching. You can't even write, right?"

In an instant, Song Zhao was pushed to the forefront.

The prince was tall and handsome, and his dark eyes stopped on Song Zhao's beautiful and beautiful face.

He had seen many beauties, but none of them were as beautiful as Song Zhao.

He had met Song Zhao several times before at the palace banquet. At that time, Song Zhao was a little girl and he didn't care.

I never thought that after a few months, there have been great changes.

The mother had long instructed him to win over the Song family and to be kind to the Song family's daughter, but when she thought of Song Zhao's stupid foolishness, the prince really couldn't be interested.

His eyes were withdrawn with a faint look.

Song Zhao's face was plain and he glanced at Yin Wanyang with a little sympathy.
Chapter completed!