Chapter 644 Song Zhaosiyu's life and death are uncertain 1

At this time, the old beggar ran back happily, looking moved, bowed to the prince and said, "Good man, you have helped me, and I have nothing to repay you."

It’s late, and there’s a good place to rest in front of you. Not to mention it’s clean and bright, but sheltering from wind and rain is not a problem, and it can make you sleep more comfortable.”

The prince's feet were so painful that he had already left. He heard this and looked gentle and glanced at Yin Wanyang.

Yin Wanyang thanked the prince for the official, "Since that's the case, I'll thank you for guiding the old man."

The old beggar said and looked at Song Zhao again, and said kindly, "That place is a resting place changed by the Land Temple. The place is very large. If you don't have a place to go, you can also come with you for a night."

Song Zhaosiyu looked at each other and refused indifferently.

Fu Nanqian rubbed his arms, angrily into his palms, and asked in a low voice, "What are you two in a hurry to refuse? I'm almost cold!"

When the prince heard this, he thought it was disliked and sneered, "Do you love to come? It just so happens that the people who are the young master can rest more comfortably."

As they said that, they followed the old beggar forward.

Not long after, Si Yu also found a small yard to rest.

The yard is covered with wind and is very simple, but fortunately it can block the rain and is heavy enough that everyone can accept it.

When they are in the courtyard, they can look up and see the land temple where the prince rests.

The land temple is square and straight, and looks 90% new, which is much more luxurious than the thatched houses on Siyu.

The soldiers sat on the ground coldly, and were unbearable to watch the food.

They also want to live in a warm place.

Si Yu found some to spread on the ground, took off his coat, spread it on the straw, and made a simple bed for Song Zhao.

"Sleep here tonight, I'll block the light for you."

Fu Nanqian took a step back and muttered aggrievedly, "At least I can share some straw. The pits in this place are bumpy and I can't even sit down."

Si Yu said lightly, "Azhao's skin is delicate. How thick are your skin now?"

Fu Nanqian, "..." I felt offended.

Song Zhao was so smirked that he leaned against Si Yu and patted the seat next to him, "Let's sit together, we may not have the chance to rest at night."

Fu Nanqian raised his eyebrows, "What does this mean?"

As he said that, a cold wind led the night rain through the hall, and everyone in the room had a cold war.

Di Jie's nose was red with a red nose and couldn't help asking, "Princess, why didn't you give the old beggar money just now? Even if you gave two copper coins, we can cook the fire in the temple and have a good sleep."

This question was asked by other soldiers.

It's really too cold.

If there is no good place to stay, they can still bear it.

But the prince was in good condition and could have picked it up first.

Song Zhao was also cold, put his hand on Siyu's arm to keep warm, and said leisurely, "If the money is given to the old beggar, we will have no peace of life tonight?"

Fu Nanqian said, "You mean, is there something wrong with that old beggar?"

Song Zhao smiled, "People who have been hungry for several days should think of food, not money."
Chapter completed!