Chapter 295 The Death of Zijie
The old lady Song looked at the back of Song Zhao and Si Yu leaving hand in hand, her face became a chrysanthemum with a smile on her face, and said to the mother beside her, "Look, Xiao Yu really treats Zhao Zhao as a younger sister and loves her now Only Xiao Yu can reassure me."
The nanny hesitated to say, "Eldest princess, seeing that the second girl is about to reach the age of marriage, the governor is a good-looking talent and has a bright future, don't you worry, will the second girl fall in love with the governor?"
Old Madam Song suppressed her smile, and said, "I'm not afraid that Zhao Zhao will fall in love with Xiao Yu, but I'm worried that Zhao Zhao will be unhappy.
I finally found out that Zhaozhao is only a little bit childish when she stays with Xiaoyu. "
"As long as she can be as happy as before, I can't control anything!"
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The carriage has been prepared in advance at the gate of the mansion.
Song Zhao climbed into the carriage and looked at Si Yu who was drinking tea sitting opposite him with his chin resting on his face.
He muttered softly, "Mr. Si Xiaolang, did you bribe my grandmother behind my back?"
Si Yu pursed his lips playfully, dragging his lazy voice, "You know, I lost everything just to bribe your grandmother.
If you don't stay with me, I will lose money and life. "
Song Zhao snorted softly, "Not serious."
As he spoke, he put on the veiled hat, and the white gauze covered his slightly flushed cheeks.
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The carriage wobbled around the street twice.
Near noon, the carriage arrived at Zuixiaolou, the top restaurant in the capital.
The taste of the dishes here is comparable to that of an imperial dining room. The people who come and go are all dignitaries, and it is overcrowded every day. If you want to eat here, you have to make a reservation in advance.
Song Zhao didn't eat much in the morning, and could smell the food smell from the restaurant, so he couldn't help licking his lips.
Si Yu has already reserved a seat in advance, the best wing room.
When going upstairs, a little girl holding a large bunch of red orchids jumped up to Song Zhao, and asked in a childlike voice, "Sister, do you want to buy an orchid?"
Song Zhao didn't have the habit of bringing money when he went out, so he could only shake his head.
The little girl turned to look at Si Yu, "Uncle, can you buy a flower?"
Si Yu was not happy.
uncle?
How old is he?
He raised his eyebrows and said, "I'll buy it if I ask my brother."
The little girl looked at Si Yu, seemed very embarrassed, and after a while, said, "Brother, can you buy a sister?"
Si Yu, "..."
Song Zhao couldn't help laughing out loud.
He glanced over with a sideways glance, looking serious at Junpang, but in the end he took out a piece of silver and bought all the flowers in the little girl's hand.
After entering the wing room, he stuffed the bouquet of flowers into Song Zhao's hands.
Song Zhao hugged the flower, thinking about the conversation between the little girl and the powerful minister, couldn't help but frowned and smiled again.
Si Yu pinched the center of his brows, cursed in a low voice, and asked in a distasteful tone, "Is that how happy you are?"
Song Zhao propped his chin and called out crisply, "Uncle~"
"Hold."
Si Yu rubbed the corner of her lower lip.
With a raised eyebrow, he let out a long-breathed laugh, "Do you think I'm old?"
Song Zhao spoke confidently, "Compared to me, of course you are old."
Silence for a while.
He leaned lazily by the window, resting his chin on one hand, and looked at Song Zhao for a while.
His eyes swept across slowly from top to bottom.
"But... it seems like an old cow eating young grass?"
Song Zhao frowned.
Seeing him like this, he felt inexplicably ashamed of being stripped of his clothes.
"That little Azhao is miserable, why did he fall in love with his uncle?"
Si Yu raised his eyelids and let out a few inexplicable laughs from his throat,
"... In the future, this generation will have to follow suit."