Chapter 265: Working Together to Abuse the Scum 1

Song Zhao raised her eyelashes, her round eyes seemed to hold a clear spring

"Are you a pervert?"

Si Yu frowned fiercely, "?"

Song Zhao looked at him deeply, and said without emotion, "I'm still a little girl who hasn't reached the age of Ji, and brother wants to talk to me now, do you think it's appropriate?"

Si Yu smiled lightly.

He walked up to her with long legs.

The shoulders were lowered, and the dark eyes were on the same level as Song Zhao.

The four eyes are facing each other, and each can see each other's clear eyelashes.

She heard him say piously and earnestly, "Brother, when you grow up, can you get the priority of Ah Zhao's right to choose a mate?"

The little girl was holding the hollowed-out golden bell on Ru's skirt, her knuckles were turning white.

"Um?"

I didn't wait for a response for a long time.

Si Yu stood up straight without haste.

The man's eyes were dark, as if separated by a layer of smog, revealing his imperceptible tension and anticipation at this time,

"Azhao?"

Song Zhao's throat tightened, and he said decisively, "No."

"why not?"

Song Zhao didn't want to say it.

Shi Yu paused.

Slowly lowering his head, he touched his forehead to Song Zhao's, and the light blue blood vessels on his neck undulated slightly with his breathing.

He spoke very slowly,

"What are your criteria for choosing a mate? Tell them all, and my brother will fulfill them for you."

Song Zhao felt bitter.

She wants to tell Si Yu that the girl you like has tried to assassinate you many times.

Although she was self-defeating every time, her desire to kill him had really existed.

She told him as calmly and calmly as possible, "We are not suitable."

Mr. Quan Chen only thinks of her like this because she thinks that she risked her life to save him three times.

If one day knows that she is not saving him, but killing him.

The powerful minister will definitely not like her.

Song Zhao knew very well that a powerful minister is actually a perfect partner for choosing a spouse.

Marrying him is equivalent to having absolute security, and there is no need to worry about it anymore.

But she couldn't convince herself to accept Si Yu's wishes.

Especially, when Si Yu didn't know the truth.

Si Yu's eyes dimmed.

He felt that Song Zhao was hiding something from him, but obviously she didn't want to tell him now.

Since she didn't say anything, he wouldn't force her to ask.

Simply, she still has two years before she reaches the age of marriage.

The little girl doesn't have her first love yet, so I don't know what kind of amazing man she missed.

But that's okay.

He will let her feel that she is his after all.

Song Zhao was quite afraid that the powerful minister would lose his temper.

He wasn't angry at all, he just patted her on the head and said softly, "Go home."

While Song Zhao heaved a sigh of relief, he was also slightly disappointed.

Most of the third prince's alcohol dissipated, he rubbed his eyes and sat up, "Huh, benefactor? Did you come here specifically to find this prince?"

Si Yu had a half-smile, "Is the wine good?"

"It's okay, it's okay." The third prince laughed and hiccupped.

Si Yu was expressionless.

Raising his hand, he untied a jar of wine, picked up the Third Prince, and poured it into his mouth.

Song Zhao was nervous, "Si... Si Xiaolang, the third prince can't drink so much."

Si Yu was gentle, "Since he likes to drink, let's drink more. This Dudu is doing him good."

The third prince, "..." So, will love disappear?

After drinking half a bottle, he passed out directly.

Si Yu ignored him and led Song Zhao out.

*

On the way back home, Si Yu and Song Zhao rode a horse together.

Because Song Zhao was dressed as a man, he didn't attract attention.

Song Zhao was extremely uncomfortable, "Mr. Si Xiaolang, I'll go down by myself."

She had just rejected Si Yu, so she had the nerve to get along with him naturally.

Si Yu's chest trembled slightly, and his voice was deep and magnetic, "Didn't you say that I am a potential stock, you want to give me some sweetness, let me remember your kindness, and become an ally with you."

Song Zhao, "..."

Very good.

Mention the embarrassing drunken uttering the truth that night.

It's embarrassing.

Si Yu was serious, "It's useless to plan for a rainy day, you have to persevere to the end, you can't give up halfway, you know?"

Song Zhao paused.

He pinched her ears and smiled softly, "If you want my brother to be your ally, please keep approaching me, treat me well, and give my brother more sweetness. If my brother is happy, can you do whatever you want?"

Song Zhao was shocked.

So the powerful minister didn't dislike her real power, but wanted her to continue to be like before?

The haze in her heart suddenly dissipated more than half.

Probably feeling confident, she grabbed his cuff and asked curiously,

"Didn't you carve a small portrait of me? I want to see it."

Si Yu rode forward and said flatly, "It was broken."

Song Zhao frowned, feeling extremely distressed.

Si Yu told her the ins and outs.

As soon as he returned to the mansion, Song Zhao ran to Si Yu's dormitory, and saw the broken statue that had been put together on the low table.

Such an expensive imperial green, it just shattered!

Song Zhao is so angry!

She puffed her cheeks, her eyes were burning with flames.

"Fourth brother, you play a play with me."

*

the next day.

Beauty Wang and Beauty Bai went to greet Song Zhao as usual.

But he saw Song Zhao and Si Yu arguing.

Si Yu blamed Song Zhao for ruining his imperial green, and Song Zhao retorted with an aggrieved face.

The two argued for a long time and broke up unhappy.

Looking at this scene, Wang Meiren was very proud.

It seems that Song Zhao and Si Yu are not far away.

She can take the opportunity to enter immediately, and make Si Yu and her Hongluan be overthrown.

The white beauty was also a little excited.

She didn't do anything, just took advantage of Wang Meiren, and she could reap the benefits of the fisherman.

"Miss Song, please calm down. The governor is impatient, and his words will inevitably be unpleasant. You should be more patient." Wang Meiren comforted her falsely.

Song Zhao snorted coldly, "He's gone too far, I can't stay in this Governor's Mansion any longer!"

Wang Meiren's eyes lit up.

He quickly put on a worried expression, "That's not okay. Miss Song is deeply trusted by the governor and is in charge of the inner house for him. You are the pillar of the servants. If you leave, what will happen to the inner house?"

Song Zhao said angrily, "It's fine to change someone else to take care of it. Anyway, I won't serve you."

After finishing speaking, his eyes flicked across the face of the white beauty Wang Meiren.

Wang Meiren suppressed her joy, and hinted frantically, "It's not as good as a slave—"

"Bai Mei, come with me to the bedroom, I have something to explain to you."

Song Zhao dropped these words.

The white beauty was taken aback for a moment, then followed Song Zhao calmly.

Wang Meiren was stunned in disbelief.

*

"Miss Song, do you have anything to explain to your servant?"

The white beauty lowered her head.

She knew that Song Zhao was not easy to deal with, so she was always on guard.

Song Zhao took out an account book and put it in Bai Meiren's hands, and said, "Bai Meiren, I am very optimistic about you. From today onwards, you will be in charge of this inner house."

The white beauty was astonished, with joy flashing through her eyes, she humbly declined, "Ah, slaves can't do it, Miss Song is flattering slaves."

Song Zhao waved his hand, "No, you can do it, I will teach you how to manage it, and when you learn it, I will make you a noble concubine and make you the head mistress of this mansion."