The bright red blood beads quietly dripped on the ground cast by jade.

It was like a circle of creepy blood.

The prince remained motionless.

He picked up the dagger and still had the cold and cold expression, "Su, you dare to fight against me."

But the storm has already been lifted up in my heart.

Si Yu.

A weak cock he never takes seriously.

How could there be such strong internal strength?

Si Yu stroked the robe and the hem.

He turned around lazyly and laughed, "Your Highness the Prince is also playing sneak attacks behind the scenes."

The prince was quite embarrassed.

Song Zhao raised his chin and contempt, "I'm still angry when I attacked him."

Si Yu touched the little girl's bun with relief, curled her thin lips and gently taught, "My second sister is young, don't learn such despicable problems, otherwise my brother will deal with you, do you know?"

Song Zhao bent his eyebrows and eyes, very well-behaved, "I know."

Prince, “…”

I feel like I'm connotated.

He was so sinister that he wanted to attack.

"Prince, please calm down."

The lazy sound of the breeze and the bright moon comes.

A young man wearing a crescent white brocade robe walked up with a folding fan.

He had a jade crown on his head, his eyebrows and eyes were soft, and he had no attack power.

This is the second prince as gentle as jade.

A hint of coldness flashed in the prince's eyes and his expression was not kind.

The second prince's eyes were clear and clean, and he said in a gentle voice, "Miss Song and His Highness Si Yu are just telling the truth. The emperor should thank them for their admonition."

The emperor was blessed with his gratitude and had nurtured many princes, but most of them died prematurely.

Apart from the prince, only the second prince and the third prince grew up safely.

The second prince was born one month later than the prince. The two were about the same age, and they were comparable in terms of talent.

The third prince is the youngest and has been raised by the emperor since he was a child. He is most favored by the emperor and is destined to be out of the throne.

The only one who can compete with the prince is the second prince.

The prince played with the dagger and seemed to smile, "The second emperor's brother is very capable, and he actually came to the head of the orphan."

The second prince's lips were gentle, "I dare not, but I think that His Highness Si Yu is the nephew of the Empress and is also the brother of the Emperor. As the crown prince, the emperor should be tolerant. If His Highness Si Yu is not punished for his sneak attack, it would be a shame."

The prince looked at him coldly.

The excessively long eyelashes were stoked up and down, and a row of blue-gray was cast under the eyelids, making the eyes extremely cold and thin.

He suddenly smiled, "The second emperor's brother is right, and I still have to pay my respects to my father, so I will say goodbye first."

The prince left with his sleeves.

Song Zhao looked at the second prince and folded his hands on his chest, "Thank you for helping the situation."

The second prince's eyes were gentle, he nodded slightly, turned around and left.

A gentle man.

In fact, he is a person who is full of alienation and defense.

He could speak, but he was just disgusting the prince.

Unfortunately, the second prince died early in his previous life, otherwise this prince would not have been so easy to take office.

"Have you seen enough? The little lady of the Song family."

Just as he was stunned, a cold shadow was covered with Song Zhao's head.

Si Yu grabbed the little girl's chin with one hand.

His fingertips were covered with thin cocoons, which were very rough.

Finely rub along the girl's soft outline.

Song Zhao frowned, "Fourth brother, it hurts."

Si Yu bent down and maintained the same perspective as Song Zhao.

The eyebrows and eyes are delicate and noble.

He smiled gently, leaned into her ear, and spoke gently, "Then my brother can change his gentle way."

Behind the two were half a person tall hibiscus flowers.

It can conceal the scene here very well.

He tilted his head, his lips fell on Song Zhao's cheek, from top to bottom.

Start licking.

It's like a beast marking its own territory.

He licked it very seriously.

The drooping posture felt explosive.

Silence, but he also releases his domineering possessiveness everywhere.

He remembered that Mrs. Song's cheek was touched by the prince of the dog.
Chapter completed!