Chapter 111: Face Slapping On The Spot 6

Following a sharp message, the girls subconsciously turned around.

The prince wearing a black golden brocade robe appeared in everyone's sight.

The sixteen-year-old boy was tall and tall, his face was like a crown jade, his facial features were three-dimensional, and his outline was deep, like a knife cutting an axe, he was extremely handsome.

Although he is still young, he has his own dignified appearance, his chin is slightly raised, and his expression is indifferent.

Song Zhao tightly gripped the tea bowl in his hand.

The veins on the back of the slender hands were exposed.

In the previous life, in order to protect the whole family, his father surrendered to the prince with sincerity.

The battle for the reserve was bloody.

If the Song family hadn't tried their best, the prince would never have sat on the throne of the emperor safely.

At the beginning, the crown prince was skeptical of the Song family's surrender, so Song Teng thought of marrying his youngest daughter to the crown prince as his concubine.

Marriage is a major event, the order of parents.

At that time, Song Zhao didn't know what liking was, but only knew that His Royal Highness would be the one she wanted to marry.

Be considerate of him in every possible way and respond to every request.

The prince is coping with it on the surface, but in fact he hates and looks down on her.

Song Zhao at that time was so stupid, he watched helplessly as his father tried his best to put the prince on the dragon chair, but the prince did not abide by the agreement to marry Song Zhao.

Knowing that he was being fooled, Song Xin argued with the prince many times.

In a rage, the prince took Song Zhao hostage, framed the Song family for treason, and killed all the Song family.

Song Zhao watched the prince destroy the Song family, watched him force his father to death, remorseful, and died of hatred.

When she died, she was only eighteen years old...

"His Royal Highness, all blessings." The girls came over and bowed their knees in a respectful salute.

During the process, everyone's faces were pink and their thoughts were active.

Not to mention the prince's power, who doesn't like the prince's handsomeness?

If she can be favored by the crown prince, even if she is a concubine, she will be able to enter the East Palace in the future.

In the blink of an eye, Song Zhao had returned to normal, and saluted together as usual.

Blood feud in previous life and present revenge.

In this life, she will not let the prince plot against the Song family again.

If you want to keep your family safe, you must first get rid of this wolf-hearted prince.

She was a little curious, without the help of the Song family, would the prince be able to ascend the throne smoothly?

Facing the crowd of slender girls, the arrogant and indifferent prince remained unmoved.

He glanced indifferently, glanced at the girls one by one, and when he passed Song Zhao's face, he paused for a few seconds, and said rather coldly, "Stay flat."

Yin Wanyang's fair and pretty face was dyed red, and she looked at the prince with gentleness like water, "Your Highness has worked hard at court, why don't you sit in the gazebo and have a rest."

The prince was still indifferent, "Gu just came over to have a look, I'll leave in a while, you don't have to worry about Gu."

His Royal Highness is notoriously indifferent, the girls only dare to look from a distance.

Yin Wanyang was able to talk to the prince, which was really enviable.

Yin Wanyang's heart jumped with joy, his eyes flashed with brilliance, and he spoke softly, "The prince has a lot of things to do every day, and it's rare to have a leisurely time. Taking this opportunity, why don't we practice calligraphy together for the prince to see?"

The prince likes copying copybooks the most. If he can get the prince's appreciation, it will be very face-saving.

The girls readily agreed.

The maids brought pens, ink, paper and inkstones, and everyone picked up the pens and licked the ink.

Nowadays, it is most popular for women to write hairpin lower script, and they are all practiced from childhood to adulthood, and they can be easily grasped.

Showing the practiced calligraphy to the prince, the prince glanced at it casually, staring at Yin Wanyang who wrote the best one and nodded, "It's okay."

"The prince praises you."

Yin Wanyang almost jumped up excitedly.

The crown prince has a picky eye, a word that is acceptable is excellent.

The other girls gritted their teeth in envy.

Did co-author Yin Wanyang use them as a springboard?

Yin Wanyang smiled shyly, seeing that the crown prince was going to leave, and wanted to keep him for a while, so he turned his eyes to the quiet Song Zhao,

"Second Miss Song, why don't you write? His Royal Highness is watching, you can't even write words, right?"

In an instant, Song Zhao was pushed to the forefront.

The prince was tall and tall, and his dark eyes rested on Song Zhao's beautiful and delicate face.

He has seen many beauties, but none as beautiful as Song Zhao.

He had met Song Zhao several times at palace banquets before, and Song Zhao was just a little girl at that time, so he didn't care.

I never thought that after a few months, the changes are quite big.

The queen mother had already told him to win over the Song family, and he had to be kind to the daughter of the Song family, but thinking of Song Zhao's stupid idiot, the crown prince was really not interested.

He looked back lightly.

Song Zhao's face was flat, and he glanced at Yin Wanyang with some sympathy.

It's a pity that you are so affectionate, even if you marry the prince later, isn't it the consequence of being used and dying tragically?