After lunch with my grandmother, Song Zhao returned to his yard.

Song Yao stood beside the eaves. When she saw her sister coming back, she happily held Song Zhao's hand and looked up and down, "Zhao Zhao'er, I'll wait for you all night. Did my grandmother scold you yesterday?"

The girl in front of her is like a fujiu, with her head and eyebrows, her hair is simple and drooping with cloudy hairpins, and her hair is decorated with a golden hairpin, showing her style of a noble girl.

Song Zhao's palms were warm, looking at Song Yao's anxious and worried about her eyebrows, and said softly, "Sister."

Song Yao's eyes suddenly became wet.

Unlike Song Zhao, who was born at the last time and was loved by his grandmother.

As the eldest daughter of Song Yao, she was required to be strictly educated since she was a child, and she was polite and cautious in speaking and doing things, and she must not be irregular at all.

She is only three years older than Song Zhao, but she cannot do whatever she wants like Song Zhao without any complaints.

She is willing to support her sister and ask her to be carefree and not be restrained.

Song Zhao was not tall, only reaching Song Yao's chest. Seeing that his sister was about to shed tears, he quickly tiptoed to wipe her tears, "Sister, don't cry."

Song Yao was extremely aggrieved and grabbed the veil and said, "I thought you really didn't want me as my sister, and you wanted to recognize Xia Qingyao as your sister."

Song Yao was as careful as he could see that Xia Qingyao was uneasy and had advised Song Zhao not to pay attention to Xia Qingyao many times.

Song Zhao refused to listen and was determined to have a good relationship with Xia Qingyao, but instead alienated her sister, which hurt Song Yao's heart.

But even so, Song Yao still loves her sister as always. Even though she is in dire straits after getting married, she is still thinking about her sister and bringing her delicious food every now and then.

When Song Zhao recalled the past, he regretted it.

There seemed to be smoke in her eyes, unable to see her emotions clearly, and she stared at the blue-gray under Song Yao's eye socket, "Sister, did you not sleep last night?"

Song Yao gently touched the two bags on her sister's head, and her beautiful eyebrows were full of worries, "Where can I sleep when you make a fuss with Brother like that."

My sister suddenly became so well-behaved and sensible. I guess she was really scared yesterday.

Not wanting to make Song Zhao unhappy, Song Yao smartly changed the topic and took Song Zhao's hand into the bedroom, "I saw a beautiful pearl hairpin when I was shopping yesterday. I thought you must like it, so I bought it."

Song Yao took out a red golden phoenix tail agate tassel from his cuff, and inserted his eyebrows and eyes into his sister's bag head.

Song Zhao felt bitter in his heart.

This is her only real sister. She is not good to her sister at all, but her sister tolerate her willfulness and bad temper. She gives her any good things first.

But when she thought that soon, Sister would have such a tragic ending, Song Zhao suddenly felt nervous.

At this time, a servant came to report, "The second son of the Taishi Ling family is at the back door, please see the second girl."

The Grand Historian...

Song Zhao lowered his eyebrows and eyes, and his slender eyelashes blocked the cold light that flashed through her eyes.

My sister's marriage is Duan Ziqi, the eldest son of the Taishi Ling family.

The officials in the capital were all over the ground, and the Taishi Ling family was not popular. In terms of family background, my sister was considered a low marriage.

However, because of Duanziqi, he won the Jinshi in one go, and he has a good reputation abroad. He is also a talented and good man. The Song family is not picky.

I just didn't expect that the so-called moral integrity and ability are just illusions. In fact, Duanziqi is a fickle scumbag.

After my sister got married, she not only favored her concubine and killed her wife, but also had a tendency to violence, which made her sister suffer and suffer so much.

My mother-in-law was even more mean and vicious. After the Song family was destroyed, she became even more insulting Song Yao.

Later, Song Yao jumped into the lake with the child in her belly, and one corpse and two lives were killed.

"Sister, are you going together?" Song Zhao tilted his head, and the tassel pendants on his hair collided with each other, making a jingling sound.

Fortunately, my sister has not gotten married yet, so this time I will never let her marry that scumbag.

"I'll forget it." Song Yao's face appeared with a hint of shyness, and he grabbed the veil and turned his face away. "I'm waiting to marry into the boudoir, so how can I take the initiative to meet with my fiancé's family? If someone sees it, it will ruin the reputation of the mansion."

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Song Zhao came to the back door with some thoughts, where there was a handsome young man wearing a royal blue brocade robe.

It was Duan Yunsui, the younger brother of Duan Ziqi, who was a famous second-generation ancestor in the capital.

"Sister Zhaozhao, you are finally willing to pay attention to me." Duan Yunsui tied his head with a jade crown, combed his eyebrows and eyes wide, and held a folding fan in his hand. He was full of elegance and spirit, but he looked like a pug in front of Song Zhao.

Song Zhao's face was calm, his eyes swept over Duan Yunsui, his voice was a little cold, "Do you have something to ask me for?"

"Sister Zhaozhao, I shouldn't have pulled your hair last time. I apologize to you and ask you to go to my house to eat persimmons to apologize, okay?" Duan Yunsui looked at the little girl in front of him nervously and said in a very annoyance.

Song Zhao had a tense face, and a cold look between his delicate eyebrows and eyes. He refused in a cold tone, "Don't eat."

Duan Yunsui scratched his head and asked in a low voice, "Sister Zhaozhao, are you very angry with me, aren't you?"

Song Zhao looked at the young man quietly.

Although Duan Yunsui is Duan Ziqi's younger brother and has a reputation as a prodigal son who is not ashamed of for the aristocratic family, his heart is good.

After her death, he was the only friend who had visited the cemetery to see her.

Song Zhao skimmed his lips, "I'm not angry."

Duan Yunsui felt aggrieved, "Then why don't you eat my persimmons?"

He looked at Song Zhao with a pretty look, white and tender look.

Like the tips of bamboo shoots that bloom in spring, they are fresh and lovely.

My heart was swaying at a glance, and the young man admired Ai.

Song Zhao reminded in a very soft voice, "Duan Yunsui, you should study hard at home and get a good fortune in the future."

Duan Yunsui's fate in his previous life was not good. He was abandoned by his family because he was ungrateful and ungrateful. Later, he offended the powerful and his leg was broken.

Duan Yunsui's ears moved, and this name that had been called countless times.

Why did I shout it out from Sister Zhao Zhao's mouth? I actually think that this name sounds fucking good.

A smile appeared on the corner of his lips, and the boy's unruly face turned a little strangely red, "Sister Zhaozhao, let's discuss it after reading. Now you have to eat my persimmon first, so I believe you won't be angry with me."

Song Zhao should have returned favors, and compromisedly followed Duan Yunsui to Duan's mansion.

Duan’s mansion is very close to the Song family, and it will be two quarters of an hour.

Not wanting to alarm Duan's family, Duan Yunsui took Song Zhao into the side door.

When I walked to the persimmon forest in Duan Mansion's backyard, I saw it at a glance...

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Chapter completed!