“…”

Song Zhao pursed the corner of her lower lip.

The powerful ministers are indeed becoming more and more shameless as they grow older.

She resisted the urge to complain and drank the tea on the table silently.

She found that she could easily show signs of her heart beating faster because of Si Yu's words.

Especially when Si Yu was watching her, the feeling was particularly strong.

I remembered the love that Lingling said was just beginning to begin.

This made her fall into doubt.

She didn't feel embarrassed to like Si Yu...

I think it's because Si Yu is a foreign man. She is an unmarried woman who looks at her and her heart should be beating faster.

Bang.

The door was suddenly pushed open from outside.

The third prince in a regular dress walked in with a folding fan, smiling with a silly look on his face.

"I just saw the back of my benefactor upstairs and felt very familiar. It turned out that he was really a benefactor."

"My daughter pays homage to the third prince." Song Zhao stood up and saluted, and his clear eyes fell on the third prince.

The third prince is also a foreign man. If she looks at the third prince, her heart will be faster...

Si Yu just wants to be alone with Song Zhao today.

Seeing the third prince, the shit-smuggling stick, came in, the originally soft-lighted eyes covered with a layer of cold frost, as steep as the spring cold, "Go out."

The smile on the third prince froze and his eyes widened in disbelief, "You asked me to go out, you actually asked me to go out?"

He pointed at Song Zhao angrily and said angrily, "We have had a relationship of life and death. It is said that brothers are like brothers and feet, and women are like clothes--"

Song Zhao spoke in an unpredictable tone, "Have you seen someone walking on the street without clothes?"

Third Prince, "Who will not wear clothes? Isn't that crazy?"

Song Zhao smiled softly, "But are there many people missing arms and legs on the street?"

The third prince, “….”

Suddenly I understood the meaning.

He closed the folding fan, sat down next to Si Yu in anger, and asked suspiciously.

"You two lonely men and widows live together here, so you are going to marry, right?"

Song Zhao immediately said, "No."

Si Yu held his chin and his eyes were slightly more interesting.

The third prince touched his chin.

It would be great if he didn't, so that he could win over his benefactors to fight for the position of crown prince for him.

After a glance at the afterglow, he glanced at Song Zhao vigilantly, "Why are you watching this prince? You are not having any bad ideas again, right?"

He still remembers that the little girl of the Song family is a terrible white and black.

Song Zhao wondered.

I stared at the third prince for a while, but I didn't feel anything at all.

Could it be that I didn't see it deeply enough?

Song Zhao thought for a while, got up and walked towards the third prince step by step, and stared at him across the gauze.

But no matter how she thinks, she is still calm.

The third prince crossed his legs, "You don't have any inappropriate thoughts about this prince, do you?"

Song Zhao decided to take off the hat and see what happened, but when he raised his hand, Si Yu, who was gloomy, held his wrist and stopped her movements.

"From my eyebrows in front of me?"

Si Yu gently pulled the corner of his mouth, his tone was indescribable, and it felt a little cool.

"Good."

Song Zhao didn't feel anything, but the third prince suddenly felt a sense of déjà vu that the gods fought and mortals were suffering. A cold air that was so cold that rushed straight towards the sky.

"What, you actually gave the best room to someone else?!"

Suddenly, a shout came from downstairs.

The window of Song Zhaosiyu's wing room is facing the counter downstairs.
Chapter completed!