"Azhao, please tell me some truth."

Si Yu rubbed his eyebrows.

Try to make your tone sound calm.

"You know how I have been feeling for you these days.

You deceived me for so long and planned to assassinate me several times, but I don't care about these things.

What I mind is that you ignore my kindness to you and confuse my attitude towards you with others, thinking that I will hurt you and your family. It is your behavior that makes me feel that you are questioning my feelings for you, so I get angry."

Si said clearly, and Taohua's eyes unknowingly showed another scarlet red.

Song Zhao chuckled lightly.

The round cat eyes were hooked, bringing a hint of charm, and his tone was relaxed, "Are you also questioning my feelings for you?"

Another bolt of lightning.

The strong wind brought rain, which directly wet Song Zhao's cloak. The feathers on it drooped and stuck together, like wet kittens, and became thinner and thinner.

Song Jingxian's request to him came to Si Yu's ears.

——Si Yu, I hope I have not given my younger sister the trust, you can give it to me.

That sentence had a particularly great impact on Si Yu.

He did not distrust Song Zhao.

From beginning to end, he knew clearly and firmly that he would always stand beside Song Zhao.

It's just that he is not confident.

A person grew up in malice and was already full of vigilance and suspicion about the world. The departure of his parents made him understand that no one in this world would love Si Yu.

Therefore, all the kindness he received in this life came from Song Zhao alone.

The less you get, the more you are afraid that it is a mirror and a moon.

When he didn't know the truth, he had some fantasies, but those fantasies were not solid enough, so he only supported a small hill in his heart. Once the truth was revealed, it would be like a huge thunder falling down, and the hill was vulnerable.

Destruction is only a moment, and it is difficult to rebuild it.

Song Zhao held an umbrella and looked at him quietly for a while. Seeing that he had no intention of speaking, he turned around and walked back into the room.

Si Yu pursed his lips and continued to kneel.

That night, Song Zhao closed his eyes and passed.

For Si Yu, he suffered all night.

The thunderstorm stopped in the early morning.

The warm sun rises in the east, and it is a good weather with clear and cool autumn.

The clothes he wore were wet all night, and were blown by the morning breeze and started to dry again.

It was time for Song Zhao to get up.

The maids went in and out and served Song Zhao to wash.

Si Yu felt uncomfortable all over.

His throat was itchy and he coughed, showing signs of a cold.

He pinched his throat and couldn't help looking at Di Ji in annoyance, "Is this what you said that you can coax it by kneeling down?"

Di Jie was very embarrassed, "Maybe the princess is an extraordinary woman... If you raise your legs, your subordinates have to return the washboard, otherwise General Song will be anxious if he can't find the washboard."

Si Yu stood up disgusted.

I knelt all night and my knees were stiff.

When I got up, my tall body couldn't control myself and shook for a while.

"Puchi." The maid who was in and out couldn't help laughing, and immediately returned to seriousness when Si Yu sank his face.

Di Ji left in a hurry with his washboard in his arms.

Si Yu rubbed his knees and felt a little sympathetic to his father-in-law.

The washboard was smoothed, and you can imagine that my father-in-law often kneeled.

Kneeling frequently means that kneeling on the washboard is useful.

But when he knelt down, Song Zhao didn't take this trick.
Chapter completed!