The girl curled up on the ground, a slim little ball, like a homeless milk cat.

Song Zhao looked up at the man walking towards him.

Her lips were pale and her little face was pale.

All the wounds are fragile and pitiful.

Si Yu stood in front of her.

His peach blossom eyes were congested, and his veins bulged on the back of his hands!

The powerful minister already knew the truth, so he must have wanted to kill her now.

Song Zhao was ashamed and afraid, and did not dare to look at him for a moment. He only stared at Si Yu's wet military boots and said softly, "Brother...that me..."

Si Yu interrupted in a deep voice, "Can you get up?"

Song Zhao bit his lip and moved his body carefully. He supported his hands on the ground with his hands, enduring the pain, and trying hard to get up from the ground.

Si Yu stared at her quietly.

With a faint sigh, he squatted straight in front of Song Zhao, blocking the view of everyone in the cell behind him with his body, and lifting her skirt and silk pants with his fingertips.

The girl's white and tender skin was clearly visible, and the skin was penetrated and bloody.

Si Yu gently stroked the wounds.

The little lady of the Song family is so delicate and always afraid of pain, but under his nose, because of his people, she suffered such pain.

The bloody and cruel rebellious thumped from his body, but there was still no emotion on his handsome face. He asked in a gentle tone, "Does it hurt?"

Song Zhao couldn't figure out what Si Yu meant.

She thought he would give her a knife.

After all, the powerful ministers hold grudges so much that those who bullied him were on his death list... and the crime she committed was undoubtedly considered dead.

But after looking at the big knife that Si Yu threw on the ground, Song Zhao was a little scared.

What a big knife... I won't wait to change to a smaller one.

After pursing his lips, Song Zhao shrank his body and decided to pretend to be stupid first, with his eyebrows hanging down, and responded in aggrievedly, "It hurts."

Si Yu gently hugged the girl in his arms, so cautious, as if he was treating the most precious treasure in the world.

He bowed his head and kissed the girl's intention and said softly, "A Zhao cuts out the way for me, and my brother cuts out the way for A Zhao."

Song Zhao silently hugged his neck tightly, unconsciously urged into his arms, and murmured in a coquettish manner, "I know you will come to pick me up."

They are all trying their best to create a life path for each other.

How could Ah Zhao be willing to hurt Si Yu's hair like this?

She cared about him very much.

Si Yu would not believe anyone's words.

He raised his eyes, rubbed his cheek against her forehead, and whispered, "Azhao, brother is here to pick you up home."

Song Zhao's eyes flashed.

Thinking of the afternoon, he rode on his horse and said to her with great enthusiasm, waiting for him to marry her.

She actually wanted to ask, if I was willing to marry, would you still want me?

But he kept silent, and she had no confidence to ask, so she could only tighten him silently.

*

The night is long and dawn is approaching.

The prince was riding on the imperial ship and leading ten thousand personal guards, and finally arrived at the Nanxun City Gate.

A vast area of ​​land broke into Nanxun in a vast way and came to the Huaihe River under the guidance of the people.

Four hours have passed, but Si Yu and Song Zhao have never heard of each other.

The county magistrate has already agreed that Si Yu will definitely die, and he feels that he is fine again.

When Fu Nanqian and Di Ji were restless, they saw the prince's team coming in a hurry.

Before the sky was completely clear, the elite soldiers brought by the prince illuminated the entire Heti.

The prince was wearing a bright yellow wide-sleeved robe, sitting in a high sedan chair, with cold eyebrows and eyes, and posing as if he was dominating the world.
Chapter completed!