Although,

Song Zhao also felt that her previous embroidery work was hard to describe. She had already demoted the mandarin ducks to hens, but Si Yu was even more extraordinary and became a hen's intestines.

Others say it’s okay, but the powerful minister is her future husband!

It is impossible that she is the only woman in the world who hopes that she is perfect in the eyes of her husband!

Hen intestines and so on... absolutely not!

"...Is my embroidery that bad?" Song Zhao's eyelids drooped, looking dejected, "Brother, don't you want to taste it anymore? It's quite interesting..."

Si Yu lowered his eyes and stared at the little girl straight.

Song Zhao felt even more guilty and his voice became smaller and smaller, "Okay, I admit... it's a bit ugly. No one likes to wear it on his body. You'd better leave it to me, otherwise it will be laughed at if someone sees it."

"Song Zhao."

Si Yu suddenly started calling Song Zhao's name.

Song Zhao looked at him dejectedly, feeling embarrassed by his mess of embroidery.

Si Yu stared at the little girl for a while. He didn't want to praise this purse because he was jealous, but he saw her disappointed look.

As if he finally lost, he sighed in slightest.

"Brother is kidding you."

Song Zhao glanced at him half-believingly.

"The purse made by Azhao himself is neither black nor ugly. To me, it is the most perfect work of art in the world."

Si Yu took out his purse and put it in his palm.

The corners of his lips bent, "If no one in this world cherishes Azhao's wishes."

He lowered his eyes and gently kissed on his purse with pity, "Brother will cherish it."

*

Pedestal.

When Song Zhaosiyu and the others arrived, it was already very lively.

On the ring, the generals of the two countries have begun to compete.

The enclosure is very large, and the Everbright site occupies a thousand acres.

Outside the venue.

Most of the officials and their families are occupied inside and outside, and they all raise their glasses and drink at their respective positions according to the official rank, chatting and laughing.

The people from Dasheng Dynasty sat on the left, while the people from the Nanyue delegation sat on the right.

Clearly divided.

As soon as Song Zhao entered the yard, he met Song Bing and Yun.

"Zhaozhao, dad is afraid that you will not find a seat when you come, so he will come with your mother to pick you up." Song Bing squeezed between Si Yu and Song Zhao.

My daughter is grown up, and her father can't stand her with other men, which is an instinctive reaction.

Song Zhao called out to his parents and asked, "Where are grandmother and brothers?"

"Your grandmother is old and doesn't want to be plagued, don't come. Your elder brother is blocking our seats. We'll quietly click to get into the seat later."

Song Bingxi said, after all, Emperor Yuanchun had not yet left the throne, so it was not appropriate for them to run around as ministers.

Yun glanced at her daughter's red cheeks, "Why is Zhao Zhao's face red?"

Song Zhao touched his cheek and said unnaturally, "It's a bit hot."

Song Bing felt it was okay, but his daughter said with a hearty face, "If you feel hot, take off your cloak and take it for you."

"It's better to wear it, it will still be windy later."

Song Zhao tightened his cloak, and she liked the smell of powerful ministers very much.

The family was talking while walking towards a narrow and indifferent path towards the seat, and just met Dan Tai Mo who was leaving the seat and preparing to leave the clean room.

When Song Bing walked in the front and faced Dan Tai Mo, he held his head high with great momentum.

Only one person can pass through this road. Yun knew her husband's temper and pulled Song Bing's robe from behind, "General, let's give in to this envoy."
Chapter completed!