Chapter 262 Si Yu's Confession 11

Si Yu waited impatiently.

Anything romantic or romantic will die.

It would be better for him to ask directly.

With lightness kung fu, he came to the outside of Song Zhaoyuan.

The courtyard where Song Zhao lived was specially remodeled by Si Yu, which is the same as the Zhaoyang courtyard in the Song Mansion.

Knowing that Song Zhao was afraid of the dark, Si Yu specially ordered someone to make glazed lamps and hang them around the courtyard.

Brightly lit.

At a glance, Si Yu saw the statue smashed to pieces on the ground and the black embroidered handkerchief that had been trampled on.

Si Yu was silent for a while.

Squat down on the ground and pick them up one by one.

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Song Zhao stayed up all night.

Early in the morning, Mrs. Song sent a message that her second uncle and aunt would return home in three days, asking her to pack up and go home.

Song Zhao ate his breakfast in silence.

She has not yet come out of the dilemma of telling the truth after being drunk.

I don't know how to face the powerful minister, and I don't want to see the powerful minister's disgusting eyes.

But escaping is not an option.

Before leaving, she should have an explanation with Si Yu.

Stretching out the head with a knife, retracting the head is also a knife.

After finally gaining Si Yu's trust and becoming the best ally with him, we can't just part ways like this.

Song Zhao took a deep breath, cheered himself up, and went to see Si Yu in good spirits.

However.

Just arrived at Si Yu's courtyard, and saw Wang Meiren coming out of Si Yu's dormitory.

Wang Meiren held a soup gu in her hand, which was the chicken soup she brought to Si Yu.

Unexpectedly, Si Yu scolded him before entering the room.

At this moment, he looked at Song Zhao's guilty conscience.

Wang Meiren's eyes flickered, and she saluted softly, "Ms. Song, the servant girl just brought chicken soup to the governor, and the governor likes to drink it."

Song Zhao's eyes fell on Wang Meiren's soup Gu, because it was packed tightly, it was hard to tell whether Si Yu had drunk it or not.

She pursed her lips, walked around Beauty Wang and walked inside.

Wang Meiren wondered, "Miss Song, please stop. The governor has a deep resentment towards you and is furious. Maybe he doesn't want to see you."

Song Zhao paused.

She had a conflict with Si Yu, only the two of them knew about it.

How did Beauty Wang know?

Could it be that when the powerful minister was drinking Wang Meiren's chicken soup, he couldn't help complaining about her power to Wang Meiren?

Song Zhao was immediately angry.

Although she did something wrong, it was also an internal conflict between her and the powerful minister.

How could the powerful minister tell Wang Meiren about this traitor?

Could it be that seeing Wang Meiren's enchanting beauty, he really intends to keep her?

If so, Song Zhao really wants to ask clearly.

If Si Yu really had this idea, then she wouldn't help him deal with Wang Meiren.

Song Zhao came to the door of the dormitory, raised his hand and patted on the door.

"Fourth brother, I have something to tell you!"

separated by a door.

Si Yu sat cross-legged by the window.

He was still wearing last night's clothes, maintaining this posture, and hadn't moved all night.

On the low table in front of him was a statue that had been smashed into pieces.

Si Yu watched.

The heart seemed to be cut one by one by a blunt knife.

I just feel that it is not the statue that is broken, but his heart.

Song Zhao's soft voice came from next to his ear.

But he felt extremely harsh.

In fact, he is not someone who likes to talk about love.

More often, he likes to express it with actions.

Listening to Fu Nanqian's advice and confessing to Song Zhao, he has made a lot of determination.

This statue was also carved out of his heart.

But it was abandoned by Song Zhao.

If you don't like it, you don't like it, so why destroy it.

That's all she hated him?

It's not enough to destroy his sincerity, do you still want to make him suffer through words?

The young man closed his eyes, his voice was low and sad, "I don't want to see her."

Di Zi jumped out of the window and said to Song Zhao coldly, "Master doesn't want to see you, please leave."

Song Zhao also heard the words that Si Yu resisted and didn't want to see her.

Since the powerful minister said so, what face does she have left.

Song Zhao drooped his head.

The light in a pair of cat eyes was completely extinguished.

Wang Meiren gloated at this scene.

Song Zhao's mood at this time was greater loss than embarrassment.

Don't want to be a joke.

She turned and walked out.

What a failure.

The powerful minister just knew the truth that she wanted to win him over, so he was so angry and didn't want to see her again.

If one day finds out that she wants to kill her, wouldn't he turn against her.

For the safety of her life, she should stay away from him.

When thinking this way, Song Zhao's mood was particularly blocked.

"Song Jiazhaozhao, why are you so lost?"

Fu Nanqian walked over from a distance, and beside him was a rare visitor - the third prince.

Song Zhaoqiang lifted his spirits and said hello, "The third prince is well."

The third prince looked at Song Zhao critically, then looked at the direction behind her, and said with a smile, "Have you been kicked out by your benefactor? Hahaha! This prince has advised him to stay away from you, a terrible woman. ! It seems that the benefactor really listens to my prince!"

Song Zhao lowered his head, not wanting to talk to him.

Fu Nanqian rubbed his nose and said kindly, "Third prince, the governor may be in a bad mood today, you'd better come back another day, otherwise you will be kicked out too."

The third prince refused to accept and put his hands on his hips, "Don't talk nonsense, the benefactor can lay down his life for this prince. When the prince comes, the benefactor will definitely see the prince happily. If you don't believe me, I will go and demonstrate to you."

The third prince insisted on going his own way and broke into Si Yu's courtyard.

Unable to stop him, Fu Nanqian turned to look at Song Zhao, and asked tentatively, "Song Jia Zhaozhao, did the governor tell you anything yesterday?"

Song Zhao wrinkled his nose, "I didn't see Mr. Si Xiaolang yesterday, he didn't talk to me."

Fu Nanqian raised his eyebrows.

I want to know more about it.

boom--

Suddenly there was a loud crash in the yard.

Immediately afterwards.

The third prince was ashamed and walked out with a limp.

Fu Nanqian burst out laughing.

He waved his folding fan and asked with great interest, "Is this the result of the third prince's demonstration?"

The third prince screamed aggrievedly, "Senpai, how could you be so cruel to this prince, isn't this prince the treasure you gave up your life to save?"

Song Zhao, "..."

There is no harm without comparison.

The powerful minister is so cruel to the third prince.

Suddenly, I felt comforted.

The third prince rubbed his old waist, resentful, "The benefactor is in a bad mood today, it seems that this prince is the only one going to Pingchun Tower to have fun, fortunately, this prince wants to introduce some beauties to him."

Song Zhao asked, "Where is Pingchun Building?"

The third prince said, "It's a first-class brothel in the capital. I won't tell you, my prince. I'm leaving first."

Song Zhao has never been to a brothel yet.

The daughter's family has never been able to step into that kind of fireworks place.

But maybe it's a bad state of mind at this time, and I urgently need to release it.

Song Zhao's stubbornness, which had been hidden in his bones for a hundred years, was instantly revealed.

She frowned, and said crisply, "Third prince, it's so boring to go to the brothel alone, my little girl will go with you to see and see."

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