Di Ji was angry and helpless, but he could only pass on the food with a cold face.

His dissatisfaction with Song Zhao could only complain in his heart and did not dare to show it at all.

The food was hot in the kitchen for 12 hours a day, and in a short while, I delivered three simple dishes and one soup.

The food was placed on the small table next to Song Zhao. Song Zhao picked up the wooden stick, picked up a piece of braised pork, and handed it to Si Yu's mouth, "Open his mouth."

Si Yu, “…”

His eyes became a little deeper and a shiny light appeared slightly.

Also, there is such a good thing?

"Didn't it mean that the matter has not been finished yet?" Song Zhao saw that he was stunned and his tone became a little serious, "You are busy with yours, I will feed you, it won't affect you."

There was silence around.

Everyone looked at each other with indescribable eyes.

Feeding or something...isn't that the treatment of a child?

It is awkward when used on the mighty and majestic master.

Di Jie grinded his teeth and said in his official business, "The master and his subordinates discussed military secrets, so Princess Zhaoyang may not be able to stay and listen."

"Inconvenient?" Song Zhao raised his eyebrows and looked into Si Yu's deep gaze curiously.

Si Yu saw that she was still feeding and looked like she didn't have any lethality, but he just read the same way. If he dared to refuse, she would insert the chopsticks into his throat on the spot.

Si Yu opened his mouth decisively and held the piece of braised pork in his mouth, "It doesn't affect it."

Song Zhao then took the burden of the nurse with peace of mind.

The guards had no expression on their faces and kicked the bowl of dog food in their hearts.

When discussing the favor of your wife, your master is still your master.

Di Ji was not happy to see it. After all, they are discussing secrets now. How could he let Song Zhao, a bad woman who is obviously unfavorable to his master, intervene?

Who knows if Song Zhao will mess with his master?

After all, it was all small fuss before, and he had the right to suspect that Song Zhao had gained the morale of the army through that incident, making his master even more heart-wrenching.

Anyway, after Song Zhao's three deliberate assassinations, Di Ji was always on the wait-and-see and alert to Song Zhao.

Seeing the master's whole body and mind being captured by Song Zhao, he had a war between heaven and man in his heart. Perhaps... he should think of a way to reveal his true form.

The people in the house continued to communicate on the topic of discussing private salt transportation just now.

"Anyway, the transportation route to Nanxun is settled. People have already arranged to carry the private salt from the warehouse onto the carriage and set off for Nanxun at noon tomorrow."

"You are going to Nanxun tomorrow?" Song Zhao spoke suddenly, frowned with a delicate brow.

She originally wanted to find an excuse first and slowly convince Si Yu not to go to Nanxun.

After all, the rebirth was too incredible, and she was not confident that Si Yu would believe her words and give up planning.

Si Yu swallowed a bite of the meal and glanced at the girl in search, "What's wrong?"

Song Zhao put down his chopsticks and asked Si Yu with a serious expression on his face, "Can't you wait for a while?"

Di Jie was afraid that Song Zhao would make trouble to affect his master's judgment, so he immediately spoke, "Princess Zhaoyang, we are going to Nanxun this time to transport a batch of private salt. Sister Yunxiu has already negotiated with the other party. It is very important. The time has been set and we can't wait for a day."

He was almost convinced.

What they were going to do was Song Zhao who knew nothing at all and had to interrupt.

Wait for a while?

I don’t think about it. The weather is so hot, and the private salt is transported out. If you drag it for one more day, the quality of the salt will decrease!
Chapter completed!