Song Zhao was so anxious that he rushed over and covered Si Yu's mouth, and said seriously, "Bao, bah, don't say unlucky words."

Si Yu's eyebrows moved, allowing the girl's fragrant palm to cover her lips, and her thin lips opened lightly, "Where is it inauspicious?"

Didn’t he already promised to come back and celebrate her birthday?

Song Zhao felt the palm of his hand wet, and the Adam's apple slid up and down as the man spoke, causing the magnetism to be crisped through the palm and reached the tip of his heart.

Her fingertips curled up physiologically, her tone was full of tension, "I have read it in the script. This statement is called Murphy's Law, and everything will last longer than you expected.

Once you make a plan to come back on time, all kinds of dangerous or thrilling accidents will definitely happen in the process to prevent you from coming back. For example, the mountains in Nanxun are high and the waters are far away, and you may encounter bandits on the road... I will worry about you."

Si Yu's deep eyes instantly became dark.

Azhao has never been an unreasonable person, but in order to prevent him from doing private salt, he said such things that are inconsistent with her personality.

Nothing he did before was dangerous, but he had never heard her worry about him.

Although she knew that this was just an excuse for her to make random mistakes, Si Yu still patiently grabbed her hand and held it in her palm, and replied seriously, "I promise to come back on time, and it will be fine for up to two months!"

He is going to come back to marry Azhao of the Song family. How could he let himself have something to do?

Seeing that he was not in trouble, Song Zhao was angry and anxious. He scratched his hand and stared at the boss, "How do you know it's okay? Do you think you are a prophet!

Don't you know that if things are likely to go bad, no matter how small the possibility is, it will always happen."

Quiet all around.

Di Jie couldn't bear it anymore and said coldly, "Princess Zhaoyang, you are really worried. We have followed our master to do private salt transportation for so many years, and never made any mistakes. Even if there is danger, our subordinates are the first to block it. Don't shake the morale of the army here."

Song Zhao said in a cold voice, "It is because of your conceit that disaster will come to you."

I have already calculated a fortune before coming. This time you go south, you will inevitably encounter interception and kill all your private salts. At that time, can you ensure that you will take all the consequences?"

When Di Ji heard this, he laughed furiously, "Telling fortunes? Are you sure that this unrealistic mysterious technique is not making everyone happy?"

Di Jie looked at Song Zhao with his eyes as he looked at his mentally retarded.

This woman is absolutely amazing.

The words of birth date cannot keep the master, so I immediately changed to fortune-telling. Why don’t I just say that she was reborn?

Even fools can hear it, and this is obviously an excuse.

In order to hinder his master's career, this woman could really say anything.

The other personal guards were also quite hard to describe... However, because Song Zhao saved their lives, they were still the weapon designers they admired very much. With such filters, even if they didn't understand, they were not as aggressive as Di Ji.

Just a tactful persuasion, "Prince Zhaoyang, don't worry, we only know the route we have this time. The other soldiers are only responsible for transportation. In addition, the pass cards in Sister Yunxiu's hand, even if there are bandits, they don't know our route map, how to intercept and kill them?"

These words reminded Song Zhao.

Since the roadmap was set privately, then the interception in the previous life... was it an insider?
Chapter completed!