Not far away, a figure flashed out of the woods quickly. The man was extremely thin and slender. When he saw the other person's appearance clearly, Song Zhao's body stiffened and his back suddenly became cold.

That's...Si Yu[yù]!

The afternoon sun was very strong, and the fine branches were sifted through the small branches and shone on the young man in black clothes and ink robe, but he couldn't feel any warmth.

He walked scattered in the mottled light and shadow, and the innate sharp pressure in his bones and blood made him feel a sense of nobility that could not be described in any words, which made him unattainable.

He is handsome, has very white skin, red lips and black hair, and has a unique appearance in his bones.

Those beautiful facial features that make people ashamed of themselves are enough to make everything lose its color.

It's a pity that this man is a devil.

Duan Yunsui's puzzled voice came, "Sister Zhaozhao, why are you staring at Si Yu? Don't you know him anymore?"

Song Zhao turned his head and quickly covered the complexity in his eyes.

Si Yu's life experience is bumpy and he is the only fourth prince who survived in the previous dynasty.

In the previous dynasty, the descendants of the late emperor were not prosperous, and only Si Yu was the only prince. Unfortunately, Si Yu was born too late and had no chance to inherit the throne.

Today, the son was adopted by the late emperor.

When the late emperor passed away, Si Yu was less than four years old and was not qualified to be a king.

It is logical that he should be buried with his concubines together, and it was the decree of the late emperor that he wanted to keep his life.

But he became a very embarrassing existence for the royal family. The prince is not the prince, and the prince is not the prince.

Today, Zi didn't care about him at all and let him live and die in the palace.

In order to survive, Si Yu was walking on thin ice and did not dare to emerge in everything, and became a down-and-out royal companion.

Now he is sixteen and a half years old, everyone thinks that Si Yu is a fragile and harmless, and has no ambition.

But only Song Zhao knew that all this was because he would endure it.

If you don't burst out in silence, you're perverted in silence.

This sentence is simply tailor-made for Si Yu.

Not a year after the Song family was destroyed, he rebelled. The down-and-out young man who was once bullied became a god of hell that everyone feared.

It would be fine if it was just a simple rebellion, but he was a maverick.

Perhaps because he was abused too much in his childhood, he hated this world.

After the rebellion was successful, the killing mode was turned on, killing everyone in Dasheng Dynasty, causing the creatures to be damaged and corpses everywhere, and Dasheng Dynasty was destroyed.

As he thought, Si Yu had already walked over. He held a basket full of persimmons in his hand and put it on the small stone table next to him with a expressionless face.

"How can this be enough? Go and pick more." Duan Yunsui shook the folding fan and shouted at Si Yu in dissatisfaction, making a sound sense.

Duan Yunsui went to the Prime Minister's house yesterday as a guest. Seeing Si Yu there, he asked to come over and be a companion for him for two days.

He just wanted Song Zhao to see that Duan Yunsui could also call the prince of the previous dynasty, so majestic.

Little did he know that this scene fell into Song Zhao's eyes, and he felt that Duan Yunsui was on the verge of death and was crazy about temptation.

Si Yu was a slutty and very particular. When he first came to power, he destroyed all those who bullied him.

Song Zhao thought that Si Yu must have prepared a murder list in private, and everyone who is sorry for him will die.

Sure enough, as Duan Yunsui finished speaking, Si Yu sneered and looked up, cold and impatient in Hanliang's eyes, staring at him gloomy and indifferently.

The passionate peach blossom eyes grew on his face, showing endless cooling.

It was as if thousands of years of snow were piled up on the corners of his eyes and eyebrows, and it was so cold that it was so cold that it was in his bones.

The boss's expression is extremely difficult to mess with.

Duan Yunsui took two steps back inexplicably intimidated, and soon felt how could he be scared by a waste who was worse than him? He was about to scold him to save face.

Song Zhao stopped his death in time and spoke in a crisp voice, "Duan Yunsui, I thought it would be better to make persimmon cakes into persimmons. You go to the kitchen and ask someone to dry these persimmons!"

Duan Yunsui responded immediately after hearing this and left happily with a persimmon.

There were no servants around, and at this moment, only Song Zhaosiyu and the other two were left.

Si Yu stood sideways, half of his face curled in the shadows.

He looked at Song Zhao with thoughtful thoughts. His pupils were thick black, and there were like dormant beasts inside, showing his fierce fangs at any time.
Chapter completed!