The sky is gradually tilting westward.

The bright red sunlight was gradually obscured, drifting everywhere with the wind, darkening the entire sky.

Si Yu went to Zhaoyang Courtyard familiarly, but was stopped at the gate of the courtyard.

The two brothers Song Jinfu and Song Chen'ai seemed to have known that Si Yu would come for a long time, standing outside the courtyard gate, glaring at Si Yu hostilely.

If Si Yu hadn't been able to cause criticism from his injuries, they would have done something to deal with people long ago.

Si Yu was in power and had already formed a powerful aura of being arrogant without anger. However, facing Song Zhao's two cousins, the tiger had to hold its tail.

"Second uncle and third cousin, I have something to say to A Zhao."

Si Yu's attitude was quite suggestive of his favor and softness and said to Song Jinfu and Song Chen'ai.

The two brothers glanced at him at the same time.

Song Jinfu, who has always been as gentle as jade, said in a cold tone, "Although the Marquis is engaged to my younger sister, the wedding has not come true, so you should be polite."

Song Chen'ai was sarcastic, "After a year, the Marquis might have some life accident. For my little sister's innocence, you should not come."

Si Yu, “…”

He raised his hand and pressed his eyebrows.

Although it's a bit urgent.

But you can't use strong either.

He could only bear the humiliation and leave. While the two brothers were not paying attention, he gently leaped onto the lush banyan tree not far away.

Like many years, he blocked the trees and waited for the opportunity in secret.

Time passes quickly.

After a while, the dull night enveloped the earth.

The wind gradually became heavier, bringing a few drops of autumn rain, as if it was about to rain heavily.

Song Chen'ai and Song Jinfu thought that Si Yu had left and returned to his yard before the heavy rain came.

The storm is in turmoil.

All the lights in the winding corridor leading to Song Zhao's bedroom were blown out.

Si Yu walked calmly to the end of the corridor with the sound of rain. The bright lights lit up in the bedroom opposite. He said to the maid who was saluting him at the door, "Go and tell Princess Zhaoyang that I am here to ask for my fiancée."

Inside the house.

The drizzle of rain blocked all the sounds outside.

In the wide wooden barrel, Song Zhao was soaked in nothing, lying lazily on the edge of the wooden barrel, his eyes closed comfortably.

Her black hair that reached her waist was coiled up, revealing a piece of white and distinct neckline. Under her snow-white and delicate arms, she was slightly plump and faintly hidden under the water.

The maid at the door came into the room and told Song Zhaosiyu that she wanted to see her.

"not see."

The lights were pounding, and through the hot smoke, they swam into the white and tender hibiscus face.

Song Zhao opened his eyes, his curly eyelashes were stained with water droplets, and they stuck together wet.

The combination of pure desire perfectly rubs on her delicate face, bringing a sophisticated beauty.

The maid who took care of Song Zhao's bathing was amazed.

They all watched Song Zhao grow up.

I clearly remember that the princess was a little girl with pink and jade carvings two years ago. In the blink of an eye, she gave birth to such a beautiful girl.

Even as women, their cheeks were red and their hearts were distracted.

I couldn't help but envy the one outside the door who was about to get a beautiful beauty like their princess.

Song Zhao did not see Si Yu, which was expected by Si Yu.

Therefore, he was not annoyed when rejected, but stood patiently across the house.

He had already been angry that he should have lived, and he would have to live his life in the future. He could not let Song Zhao marry with emotion.

Although he was not the fault, he was a man and should have coaxed his wife.
Chapter completed!