Chapter 263 Si Yu's Confession 12

The third prince disliked it, "You, a woman, also want to go to the brothel with this prince?"

Song Zhao raised his head, "Does the third prince dare not take the little girl with him?"

The aggressive method really works.

The third prince held his head high and held his chest high, "This prince wants to squeeze out the dog prince to rule the country, how could there be things that this prince dare not do."

Fu Nanqian said hesitantly, "Song Jiazhaozhao, before you go to the brothel, you should speak to the governor, otherwise the governor will be angry."

Song Zhao frowned, "Mr. Si Xiaolang doesn't want to see me anymore, so he doesn't care if I go to the brothel or not."

The third prince was not willing to take Song Zhao there at first, but when he heard this, he became angry, "It's the benefactor who doesn't want to talk to us, we can go wherever we want, and let the benefactor be bored alone."

Fu Nanqian watched Song Zhao and the third prince leave helplessly.

He stands still.

The more I think about it, the more afraid I become.

The experience of Song Jia Zhaozhao's accident in Hanyu Tower last time made him a little worried.

The third prince is so unreliable, is it true that nothing will happen to Song Jia Zhaozhao?

If Song Jia Zhaozhao had another accident, he couldn't bear the anger of the mad critic.

Think before and after.

Fu Nanqian bit the bullet and broke into Si Yu's bedroom, and told Si Yu about Song Zhao and the third prince going to the brothel.

Si Yu's face was as frosty.

Hearing the words, there was only a brief fluctuation in her eyes, and then she said coldly, "She can go wherever she wants, what does it have to do with me?"

Fu Nanqian thought that this reaction was wrong.

Slightly lowering his head, he caught a glimpse of the statue reassembled by Si Yu on the low table.

He was shocked, "This is Song Jia Zhaozhao carved by you? How did it break into pieces like this?"

Si Yu started to sneer, "This is all your good idea."

Fu Nanqian is worthy of being an aide.

Upon seeing Si Yu's reaction, combined with Song Zhao's attitude, he felt blessed, "Could it be that you carved this for Song Jiazhao, and then Song Jiazhao fell?"

Si Yu was noncommittal.

Fu Nanqian looked weird, and shook his folding fan violently, "That's not right, even if Song Jia Zhaozhao didn't like you, he wouldn't break this statue. Besides, I just saw that Song Jiazhao was kicked out by you and lost his mind, just like you did yesterday. The appearance of being broken in love is comparable."

Si Yu's heart twitched slightly.

He raised his eyes and blinked slowly, his voice low and hoarse.

"Did she really lose her mind because of me?"

Fu Nanqian nodded vigorously, and then said, "No, I always think this is weird. How could Song Jia Zhaozhao drop the statue you gave her? Even if she didn't accept it, she wouldn't do such a thing, would she?"

Si Yu has been deeply hurt.

This will be a little calmer.

Also a little skeptical.

But he clearly ordered Di Que to hand it over to Song Zhao, and it was impossible for Di Que to betray him.

Si Yu pinched the tip of his nose, and suddenly called Di Zi in.

"I want to ask you, are you sure you handed over the statue to Azhao?"

Di Qi hesitated for a moment.

Si Yuyang slapped a piece of gold leaf with his hand, and it was sharply inserted into Di Zi's knee.

Di Zi cried out in pain and fell to his knees on the ground.

He suppressed the pain and said, "This subordinate is guilty. Yesterday, this subordinate saw that Wang Meiren went to pay Miss Song well, so he asked Wang Meiren to send her there on behalf of the subordinate."

Si Yu's forehead was full of veins, "Damn you."

Seeing this, Fu Nanqian hurriedly smoothed things over, "Calm down your anger, Di Que is also a straight-hearted person, so I didn't think too much about it, so let the governor spare him this time, and just punish him to go to the military camp to suffer a little bit."

There are not many cronies around Si Yu, and Di Zi occupies a very important position.

Si Yu suppressed the killing intent in his heart, and said indifferently, "Are you still going?"

Di Que didn't want to leave, he was afraid that if he left, Song Zhao wanted to attack the master again.

But he only hesitated for a moment, Si Yu slapped the golden leaf again, and he had no choice but to walk away.

The green hills left behind are not afraid of lack of firewood.

Fu Nanqian smiled at Mimi, "Let me just say it, there is a misunderstanding. Governor, why don't you hurry up and explain it to Song Jia Zhaozhao, if you go a little later, I'm afraid Song Jiazhao might really fall in love with the beauty in the brothel .”

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Pingchun Building.

Before Song Zhao went in, he went to a tailor's store and bought a suit of men's clothes, dressing up like a young man with a green head.

The third prince was obviously a frequent visitor here, and he was warmly received by the bustard as soon as he entered, and invited the two of them to the upper room.

Song Zhao couldn't wait to see the scene of having fun in the brothel.

Unexpectedly, the third prince opened his mouth and asked for several jars of wine, saying that he wanted to drink two sips to warm up before having fun.

Song Zhao thought that the third prince was a good drinker, but after only two sips of wine, the third prince turned up and lay motionless on the table.

Song Zhao, "..."

Just, pretty bald.

The third prince is so promising, why don't you have the nerve to come to the brothel to have fun?

She held her forehead.

The third prince is unreliable, so she still went out to talk to the little sister by herself.

At this time, the door was suddenly opened from the outside.

Si Yu grandly appeared in front of Song Zhao.

Young people wear crescent moon white round collar casual clothes, tall and long legs, golden and jade-like.

He came in with his hands behind his back, his eyes were as cold as ice, and they fell lightly on Song Zhao's body, making her hair stand on end.

Song Zhao stared blankly.

Why did the powerful minister come to the brothel?

Don't you also come to have fun?

While she was in a trance, Si Yu had already come in front of her.

Unexpectedly, the little girl dressed up as a man has a bit of charm.

A look of interest flashed across Si Yu's eyes, and his heart was inexplicably itchy.

Song Zhao only felt that the official's eyes were malicious, thinking that he was disguised as a man, and most people would not recognize him, so he pretended not to know him and said, "Young master, you have gone to the wrong place. The girls in the brothel are all upstairs."

Si Yu looked at the little girl with deep eyes, then slightly curled his lips for a while, and said lazily, "I am not looking for a girl today."

Song Zhao's mind was stuck for a moment, and he blurted out, "Didn't the young master come to find a male favorite?"

Si Yu gave a low laugh.

He came here.

Wrapping one hand around Song Zhao's slender waist, he pressed her against the corner of the wall with his arms, his thin lips curled up slightly, and his voice was hoarse and moving, "How can I find you?"

Song Zhao was stunned.

It was incredible for her.

The powerful minister is so masculine?

No wonder he hated women so much in his previous life.

Song Zhao hung his head, not daring to meet Si Yu's eyes, and said tremblingly, "But I already have a master to serve, and I can't serve you anymore..."

She discovered such a big secret, if the powerful minister recognized her, wouldn't he be annoyed and kill her?

Song Zhao was terrified right now, he couldn't even breathe steadily, and just wanted to run away.

But Si Yu's hand held her firmly, not giving her a chance to escape.

The slender fingertips traced her eyebrows and eyes, and murmured in a low voice, "Little Lang doesn't need to serve me, I will serve Xiao Lang comfortably."

He bows his head.

The straight tip of the nose sank into Song Zhao's hair crown.

The whole person almost pressed Song Zhao against the wall.

The rich sweetness hits the face.

Ever since he knew that Song Zhao didn't like him, he couldn't get close to her anymore.

The current situation is special.

There is actually a different kind of stimulation.

Song Zhao's heart was pounding.

The powerful minister looks extremely unscrupulous, like a prodigal son.

She subconsciously turned her head slightly, trying to avoid the strong sense of aggression from the other party.

But just as her hand was about to push him away, the strength of the palm on her waist increased slightly.

He held her waist and pressed down hard.

At the same time, Si Yu's other hand inserted into Song Zhao's five fingers, and lifted her upside down.

Song Zhao had no choice but to raise his head.

Because the stature is not tall enough.

All he could see was Si Yu's straight jaw line and the sharp and protruding Adam's apple in his throat.

Desperate.

She pretended not to understand what he said, and frowned, "Master, you smell like alcohol, why don't you go wash up?"

"My son didn't drink."

Si Yu smiled lowly.

The hand on her waist moved towards her back, stroking hard and slowly along the way.

"It's masculine."

Song Zhao almost lost his footing.

The young man's hands were hot, and through the thin shirt, it seemed that there was a kind of magical power, which made her go weak.

The waistline on the side he touched sensitively sunk down.

She wanted to struggle, but couldn't do it at all.

Si Yu was still staring at her, staring at the corners of her eyes that were turning red bit by bit, like the petals of intoxicated flowers in March.

With ambiguous eyes, he bit the tip of her nose, "Xiao Langjun, would you like me to kiss you?"

Song Zhao blushed suddenly.

7000 words today.

Damn, I guess the confession will be in the next chapter. If I made a mistake, I will try my best to get it out for you right away.