The bright afternoon light enveloped the two of them in the same halo.

He lowered his eyes against the light, his sinister eyebrows and eyes were half clear and half dark, cutting out amazing beauty.

The boy raised his jaw slightly, and there was a playful feeling on the corners of his lips, so he could enjoy the little girl's face that changed color in an instant.

No one in this world has ever given him kindness.

He didn't believe that Song Zhao had no intention, so he had to force her to reveal his true purpose, so he deliberately asked her to feed him.

Miss Song Er is so arrogant and looks down on someone who is as lowly as him the most, and will definitely be angry and embarrassed.

Song Zhao was stiff and motionless.

The indescribable oppression on the other party's body seemed to be covered by dark shadows, forcing her to breathe.

Who dares to feed the murderous devil to eat persimmons?

But will he be revenge if he doesn't feed him?

Song Zhao felt that she didn't want to appear on Si Yu's death list.

In her previous life, she was reckless and ignorant and offended too many powerful people, so she ended up tragically.

Song Zhao licked his lips lightly, stood on tiptoe, and calmly handed the persimmon to his lips.

Si Yu raised his eyebrows gently, and the two of them were getting closer, and he could clearly sense her changes.

Although the little girl tried her best to show a calm expression, he still caught dodging from the depths of her eyes.

She was afraid of him.

This is Si Yu's clearest perception.

But why? He didn't show it in front of others...

As he thought, he opened his mouth expressionlessly and bit the persimmon he handed over.

The sharp teeth chewed the flesh, and the bright red juice slid down the corners of the lips, sinking all the way under the Adam's apple under the snow-white robe...

Extremely charming.

Song Zhao said goodbye and asked embarrassedly, "Sweet, is it sweet?"

Her wrist was pinched by him, and the soft veil sleeve fell down, revealing a piece of thin white arms.

There was a sweet smell on the girl's body, and a breeze swept through her nose.

Extremely sweet.

He doesn't like sweetness, but it's okay to smell her.

Si Yu's throat rolled, his expression became colder, "uneasy."

Song Zhao, “…”

Then why don’t you spit it out?

She lowered her eyebrows slightly and tried her best to endure her dissatisfaction.

From Si Yu's perspective, I saw that the little girl had long and dense eyelashes, and her cat-like eyes were full of aura.

He looks so obedient but not afraid to be angry. He is extremely obedient and well-behaved.

Si Yu looked at her for a moment and felt a bad factor in his heart.

He suddenly stretched out his other hand and pulled off the tassel pendant from her bun.

Song Zhao was combed with a double flat bun. When he pulled it with clever force, his hair instantly loosened.

Song Zhao's eyes suddenly widened and looked at Si Yu in disbelief.

Si Yu looked at her calmly.

The girl's long crow-like hair poured down from her shoulders, making her skin look whiter and more delicate.

Song Zhao hurriedly held his hair with his hands, and his tone finally stopped calming, "Si Yu, you have surpassed it!"

The woman's radiance is for her future husband to see.

How could he be so bad? He was moving her hair bun outside!

From the beginning to now, Song Zhao has been talking to him calmly, and now he has finally revealed his true face?

"Then how do you plan to deal with me?" Si Yu curled his lips, a low and cold voice entered his eardrums like a hook, causing a numb tremor.

Song Zhao: This person is indeed a pervert.

She bulged her cheeks, threw the bitten persimmon back to his hand in anger, turned her head and ran away.

If you offend me, you should offend me. Now she has to find a corner to get her hair done.

*

Si Yu remained motionless, holding a persimmon in one hand and Song Zhao's hairpin in the other, with an indifferent expression.

She just left like this. Could it be that he misunderstood?

While thinking about this, the Duan Mansion guards patrolled here and saw the persimmons and hairpins in Si Yu's hand at a glance.

"Okay! How dare you steal persimmons here! You're not going to die, right?"

The leader's guard shouted loudly and surrounded Si Yu with his subordinates.

The hairpin in Si Yu's hand was a top-notch jewelry, shining brightly, blinding the faces of the guards.

The leader guard looked straight, without hiding the greed in his eyes, and shouted at Si Yu, "Hurry up and hand over the hairpin in your hand, I won't report you to steal persimmons!"

Si Yu understood instantly.

It turns out that this is Song Zhao's conspiracy.

He deliberately gave him persimmons to see that he was less prepared and led these servants to prank him?

The boy lowered his eyes, and his eyelashes fell a layer of blue-gray shadow on his pale skin.

He has always been very clear that his identity is just the object of the children of those aristocratic families.

He was used to those endless frame-ups, bullying and ridicule, and his heart was as calm as water.

But when he thought that Song Zhao was also trampling on him, he felt an indescribable anger in his heart.

Si Yu's wrist bones were tight and his joints were raised, and he crushed the persimmons in his hand.

This action fell into the eyes of the guards, and felt that Si Yu was deliberately resisting, and immediately scolded, "It seems that you are not toasting and punishing me, and you will beat him to beg for mercy!"

Although Si Yu was the prince of the previous dynasty, it was just a false reputation. The previous dynasty was gone, and he is just a waste without any background in the current dynasty.

*

As soon as Song Zhao finished his hair, he heard the sound of fighting in the persimmon forest.

Si Yu stood in place like a pine and cypress tree, allowing the guards to punch and kick him without any response.

Song Zhao hurriedly walked over there, followed a piece of grass, and hid there with his cheeks on his back.

Due to the angle, she only saw Si Yuyin enduring the beating, but she couldn't see his hands tightly protecting her hairpin.

Looking at this scene, Song Zhao suddenly thought of the long forgotten memories.

She saved Si Yu's life in her previous life.

At that time, Si Yu had already shown his strength in the court and the country, and became a thorn in the eyes of many aristocratic families. Many people secretly dealt with him.

Once, Si Yu was chased by his enemies and fled to her yard.

Then he was covered in blood and was about to die.

Song Zhao saw that he was pitiful and saved him by a devil.

If she knew that Si Yu would be a destructive turtle, she would have let him die.

Since ancient times, good and evil have not yet matched each other.

If he was destined to destroy Dasheng Dynasty, why would she leave a future for herself?

Don’t say anything about winning over, just through the test just now, she has confirmed that Si Yu has completely turned black and is not so easy to win over.

Song Zhao had a lot of things to do next. She waited for a hundred years before she was reborn and could not die at the hands of a pervert.

Song Zhao pulled out the dagger, and a cold sword light flashed through her pupils.

Take advantage of the illness and kill people.
Chapter completed!