"Prince... Marquis, he actually knelt on the washboard outside the door..."

Song Zhao walked out of the wooden barrel barefoot.

Lingling put on her middle clothes and carefully tucked her hair. When she heard the message from the little maid at the door, she opened her eyes wide in shock.

The Marquis has a high position and a powerful person, and he is the best time to save face.

But for Princess Bo's look back, she bent down on the washboard.

Only General Song could do such things that would bring jokes in the entire Dasheng Dynasty.

It is precisely because of this that General Song became famous for his ears in the Great Sheng Dynasty, fearing his wife.

"Princess, the Marquis is willing to do this for you. He is really a good man worth entrusting his life." Lingling was really happy for the princess.

Song Zhao didn't look secretly happy at all, and even didn't move his eyelids. He went to the step-drawing bed without worrying about it. "Don't worry."

Turn off the lights and go to bed.

All the maids and maids were sent to the yard.

Song Zhao lay on the side of the bed, listening quietly to the growing sound of rain, accompanied by the roaring thunder and lightning.

She suddenly became irritated.

Si Yu wanted to make this scene so she could become a topic of conversation in the noble women's circle?

She got up and opened the inner window of the west window.

Through the heavy rain curtain, you can only see the black shadows under the corridor.

As soon as a lightning flash suddenly lit up, tearing through the night and shining into the corridor.

The wet man knelt on the washboard, his noble head drooping, like a big cat guarding him silently.

Song Zhao took the umbrella and walked out.

She wore a milky white tent on her body, and her figure was graceful. She was blown away while walking.

Si Yu raised his eyes.

Watching the girl walking towards her.

Song Zhao's washed black hair was tied behind his shoulders by a red hair belt, and his delicate face was white and flawlessly reflected by the lightning.

The girl folded her hands on her waist and gave a beautiful blessing gift.

She said coldly, "Mr. Please come back."

Si Yu's eyes were deep.

The strong wind blew open his robe.

The black underwear was wet and tightly pressed against the body, showing a clearly textured chest.

"Let's make up, I don't care about the past." Si Yu's voice was a little hoarse, like a grinding hook.

Song Zhao is lukewarm, "Marty, I don't owe you."

"?"

Si Yu frowned, his fingers turned blue, and his lips were even stiff, "Are you having an upset with me?"

Si Yu is difficult to understand.

Song Zhao didn't have this attitude before, why did he suddenly look like he was drawing a clear line with him?

He knew she would be unhappy, but he didn't expect that she would mind so much.

Song Zhao looked at him calmly, "That night, you let go of your hand first. What does it have to do with this princess?"

Si Yu thought of the words Song Zhao said with red eyes: If you leave, I will not want you anymore.

Look at the girl's cold and ruthless eyes at this moment.

She's really here?

Si Yu's heart trembled, his tone was a bit heavy, "You said, you please me."

"So what?" Song Zhao asked coldly.

Si Yu choked for a moment and said coldly, "I am here to marry you with my promise, and I am willing to not pursue the past. Isn't this what you hope?"

Song Zhao sneered, "How can I know whether the marquis's words are true or not? What if the marquis is so angry that he wants to take revenge on this princess and deliberately marry this princess, just to torture this princess with righteousness?"

Si Yu's chest was deeply ups and downs, and he knelt for the middle of the night, and he was cold and hungry, so he was so angry that he was dizzy.

Song Zhao slandered him for that ridiculous dream of his past life and might kill her family. Now he directly questioned his feelings for her.
Chapter completed!