Chapter 296: Zijie's Death
"..."
Song Zhao pursed the corner of his lower lip.
As expected, the senior minister is more shameless as he gets older.
Resisting the urge to complain, she drank the tea on the table silently.
She found that now she could easily cause her heart to beat faster because of Si Yu's few words.
Especially when Si Yu was watching her, that feeling was particularly strong.
I remembered the sentence Lingdang said about the beginning of love.
This made her fall into doubts.
She didn't think she would be embarrassed to like Si Yu...
Come to think of it, it's because Si Yu is a foreigner, a woman who has not left the court, and her heartbeat should have accelerated when she looked at a foreigner~
boom.
The door was suddenly pushed open from the outside.
The third prince, who was wearing ordinary clothes, came in with a folding fan, and smiled innocently.
"The prince saw the back of the benefactor upstairs just now, and he felt very familiar. It turns out that he is really a benefactor."
"My daughter greets the third prince." Song Zhao got up and saluted, his clear eyes fell on the third prince in thought.
The third prince is also a foreigner, if she looks at the third prince, her heartbeat should also speed up...
Si Yu just wants to be alone with Song Zhao today.
Seeing the third prince, the shit-stirring stick, come in, his eyes that were originally glowing with soft light were covered with a layer of cold frost, like a steep spring cold, "Get out."
The smile on the third prince's face froze, and his eyes widened in disbelief, "You let me out, but you actually let me out?"
He pointed at Song Zhao angrily, and said indignantly, "We have had a life-and-death friendship. It is said that brothers are like brothers and women are like clothes—"
Song Zhao said in an unpredictable tone, "Third Prince, have you ever seen someone walking on the street without clothes?"
Third Prince, "Who would not wear clothes? Isn't that crazy?"
Song Zhao smiled softly, "But aren't there many people with missing arms and broken legs on the street?"
The third prince, "...."
Suddenly understood the meaning of it.
He closed his folding fan, sat down beside Si Yu angrily, and asked suspiciously,
"You two are lonely and widowed in the same room here, so you are going to get married?"
Song Zhao immediately said, "No."
Si Yu squeezed his chin, and there was a little interest in his eyes.
The third prince stroked his chin.
It's fine if he doesn't have one, so that he can win over his benefactor to fight for the crown prince for him.
Glancing at him from the corner of the eye, he looked at Song Zhao vigilantly, "Why do you keep looking at this prince, are you planning some bad idea again?"
He still remembered that the little girl of the Song family was a terrible white and black.
Song Zhao was puzzled.
After staring at the third prince for a while, he didn't feel anything at all.
Could it be that you didn't look deeply enough?
Song Zhao pondered for a while, then got up and approached the third prince step by step, meeting his eyes directly through the light veil.
But no matter how she looked at it, her heart was as calm as water.
The third prince crossed Erlang's legs, quite complacent, "You don't have unreasonable thoughts about this prince, do you?"
Song Zhao decided to take off his veiled hat to see what happened, but when he raised his hand, the gloomy Si Yu grabbed her wrist and stopped her movement.
"Fishing eyes in my face?"
Si Yu gently pulled the corners of his mouth, his tone was indescribable, with a bit of coolness,
"Good."
Song Zhao didn't feel anything, but the third prince suddenly had a sense of the sight of gods fighting mortals and suffering, and a heart-piercing chill rushed straight to Tianling Gai.
"What, you actually gave the best house to others?!"
Suddenly, there was a shout from downstairs.
The window of Song Zhaosiyu's wing was facing the counter downstairs.
Lowering his eyes slightly, he saw Lan Zijie arrogantly swearing at the restaurant owner in front of the counter.