Exclusive weapons are provided for free for life.

This is simply a pie falling from the sky.

After Song Zhao nodded.

The soldiers on Si Yu's side were stunned for a moment, and then they jumped around and started to revel in a group.

I got the school grounds and got the weapons in the future, and I also used the weapons of top designers.

This is simply too cool.

The soldiers from the prince's side were jealous and turned into maggots.

They looked at each other and saw strong jealousy in each other's eyes.

Woo woo woo woo woo!

Too sour!

I envy the powerful divine assistance of other people's army. They want to rebel and go to the other party's army.

That is the weapon of the top designers of the Baili family. In the future, they will serve the Grand Commander and the Song family. They are not qualified to touch it.

With this comparison, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince is too useless!

Si Yu raised his eyebrows and felt like he was being spoiled. He pulled the little girl to the front, raised his hand and pressed her hair, "Free to provide? No need to pay?"

Song Zhao thought to himself that the money of the powerful ministers would have to be hers sooner or later.

Therefore, with a noble and cool expression, patted his little chest and snorted, "Follow me to eat meat."

Si Yu thought seriously and replied with a gentle voice, "Brother really loves to eat meat."

Fu Nanqian, “…”

Enough, enough!

I'm a little bit suspicious about you're working on unhealthy topics, but there's still no evidence.

The prince felt the resentful gaze of his own soldiers and felt bad.

He coughed lightly on his fist and said to the clan elder, "Clan elder, can't you sell it to the orphan?"

The old tribe is here, "There is only one top designer, so the old body is naturally obeying the arrangements of Miss Song."

Song Zhao had the final say.

Others want weapons, but they have no way.

The prince's eyebrows were tense, and the afterglow glanced at Song Zhao's curious little look. She tilted her head and asked, "Your Highness the Prince is interested in the weapons of his ministers?"

The girl's voice was soft and her appearance returned to a soft and cute look. Her cheeks were small, her nose was small, and her mouth was small, which was very clear and clear.

The prince's heart moved slightly, and a traitor asked, "Are you going to give it to the orphan?"

Song Zhao regained his favor and instantly became noble and indifferent, "You are thinking about nothing."

Prince, “…”

The prince was so angry that he regretted the moment he asked that sentence, but Song Zhao's cold attitude angered him even more.

It would have been fine if Song Zhao had been cold all the time.

However, Song Zhao was as cold as ice to him and was afraid of avoiding him, but he was so gentle, well-behaved, careful and considerate to Si Yu.

I didn't think so before.

Now that interests are involved, the prince only feels dark clouds in his heart.

He is obviously more powerful than Siyu, so why doesn’t Song Zhao be attentive to him?

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The prince was sulking all the way to the prince's mansion. Yin Wanyang bit his lip and spoke softly, "Your Highness, don't be angry, Song Zhao is so unruly..."

"Song Zhao has no rules, but he can design a ten-eyed hand gun and become the top designer of the Baili family. What about you?" The prince's throat was rolling with blood and took his anger on Yin Wan, "What else can you do besides piano, chess, calligraphy and painting? What can you help? You can't even compare with Song Zhao's achievements in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting. What's the use of you?"

The prince left with his sleeves.

Yin Wanyang stood there and burst into tears. Every time she lost to Song Zhao, she had no other emotions except a little jealousy.

But when the prince pointed at the nose like this, she said that she was not as good as Song Zhao, but she was so sad that she was about to suffocate.

The prince and the tutor came in the voice. He knew the whole story and scolded coldly, "Crying is the most useless. If you don't want to solve the situation, just crying here will only make Your Highness bored, and you won't marry you."

Yin Wanyang sniffed and choked, "What should I do, Father? I can't help but marry Your Highness..."

The prince and the tutor were holding his hands with a calm expression, "At present, only if you become a first-class princess who has been awarded a title for ten years in the family, and have a title fief, can you gain a foothold among the daughters of the family."
Chapter completed!