Chapter 388 Song Ren Is Zhaozhao, Please Make the Princess 5

Provide exclusive weapons for free for life.

This is simply pie in the sky.

After Song Zhao nodded.

The sergeants on Si Yu's side were dumbfounded for a moment, and then jumped up and down together to revel.

The school field got it, and in the future, it also has weapons, and the weapons of top designers are still used.

This is simply too cool.

The sergeants on the prince's side twisted into maggots in envy.

Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay, and they all saw strong jealousy in each other's eyes.

Woo hoo!

So sour!

I am so envious that their army has a powerful god to assist them, they really want to defect and join the other party's army.

That is the weapon of the top designer of the Baili family. In the future, it will all serve the governor and the Song family, and they are not qualified to touch it.

In such a comparison, His Royal Highness is too useless!

Si Yu raised his eyebrows, feeling pampered, pulled the little girl to him, raised his hand and stroked her hair, "Free? No money?"

Song Zhao thought to himself that sooner or later all the money of the powerful minister must be hers.

So with a noble and glamorous expression on his face, he patted his small chest and snorted softly, "Follow me to have some meat to eat."

Si Yu thought about it seriously, and replied in a gentle voice, "Brother really likes to eat meat."

Fu Nanqian, "..."

Enough is enough!

I also suspect that you are talking about unhealthy topics, but there is still no evidence.

The prince felt the resentful eyes of his own sergeant, and felt uncomfortable.

Coughing lightly with his fist on his lips, he said to the clan elder, "Clan elder, can't you sell it to Gu?"

The clan elders and gods are there, "There is only one top designer, and I naturally listen to Miss Song's arrangements."

The implication is that Song Zhao has the final say.

Others want weapons, no way.

The crown prince's brows and eyes were tense, and from the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of Song Zhao's curious face. She tilted her head and asked, "His Royal Highness, are you interested in the servant girl's weapons?"

The girl's voice was soft, and her appearance returned to her soft and cute appearance. Her cheeks were small, her nose was small, and her speaking mouth was also small. It was very clear.

The prince's heart moved slightly, and he asked, "Are you going to give Gu?"

Song Zhao restrained his face, and instantly became noble and indifferent, "You are thinking of farting."

Prince, "..."

The prince was very angry, and he regretted it the moment he asked that sentence, but Song Zhao's cold attitude irritated him even more.

It would be fine if Song Zhao was always cold.

But Song Zhao was as cold as ice towards him, avoiding him in fear, but he was so gentle and well-behaved, caring and considerate towards Si Yu.

I didn't think so before.

Now that interests are involved, the prince only feels clouded in his heart.

He is obviously higher and more powerful than Si Yu, so why doesn't Song Zhao show courteousness to him?

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The prince was sulking all the way to the prince's mansion, Yin Wanyang bit her lip, and said softly, "Your Highness, don't be angry, Song Zhao is used to being so unruly..."

"Song Zhao has no rules, but he can design a ten-eyed handgun and become the top designer of the Baili family, what about you?" The prince's throat was full of blood, and he turned his anger on Yin Wan, "What else do you do besides piano, chess, calligraphy and painting? What can you help Gu? You can't even compare with Song Zhao in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, what use are you for?"

The prince flicked his sleeves and left.

Yin Wanyang stood there and wept. Every time she lost to Song Zhao, she had no other emotions except jealousy.

But when the prince pointed her nose like this and said it was not as good as Song Zhao, she was so sad that she seemed to be suffocating.

The prince Taifu followed the sound, and he, who already knew the ins and outs, scolded him in a cold voice, "Crying is the most useless thing, if you don't want to solve the situation, if you just cry here, you will only bore His Highness, let alone marry you."

Yin Wanyang sniffed and choked up, "Then what should I do, father? I have to marry His Highness..."

The crown prince and Taifu put their hands behind their backs, with a calm expression, "Now that things have happened, only if you become a first-rank princess in a family of hairpins and only get a letter for ten years, and you have a title and fiefdom, can you gain a foothold among the daughters of the family."

The title seems to have been advanced a long time again, and I can't correct my faults.

I will write it next, don’t worry, give us Zhao Zhao a title~