Chapter 442 Wanfu, Princess Zhaoyang~
After a moment of dead silence, the paddock completely exploded.
Da Shengchao everyone stood up excitedly, feeling overwhelmed.
"We won, we are number one!!!"
"Princess Zhaoyang has done Nanyue by himself!! It's so handsome!"
"!!!"
Emperor Yuan Chun was so surprised that he took a sip of herbal tea.
As the emperor, he was not as arrogant as Song Zhao.
Roll the other person's face with a polo.
And still scored backwards.
Thankfully she figured it out.
What an ordinary face-slapping little genius.
Enough, vent your anger!
Song Zhao represents the facade of all noble ladies, and the noble ladies at the scene will turn red with excitement for a while.
"Zhaozhao is amazing!" the warm and happy Xizi held her heart and said excitedly, "Although I don't understand anything, it doesn't prevent me from thinking that Zhaozhao is cool!"
"In the future, I should be honored as Princess Zhaoyang." Sheng Minggui said with a smile, and couldn't help but sigh.
They are still at the starting point, but Song Zhao has already lived a splendid life.
The referee beat the gongs and drums excitedly, and threw the jackpot, which represented the victory, towards Da Sheng.
Song Zhao got off his horse.
After walking a few steps outside, a slender figure came towards her against the light in front of her.
It's Si Yu.
He walked casually amidst the mottled light and shadow, half of his delicate eyebrows were distinct, half dark, cutting out a stunning beauty.
The skin is very fair, the red lips are black, and the bones are excellent.
The dark gold robe embroidered with cloud patterns folded beautiful ripples circle after circle as he walked.
Still holding the big cloak by his hand, he walked up to Song Zhao calmly, and put it on her gracefully and gently.
"Little princess, you've learned well." The man tilted his head slightly and smiled, the lines from his chin to his neck were superior and textured, and his voice was hoarse and moving.
Song Zhao looked up.
The eyes are slightly bent, like glass, reflecting the delicate sun above the head.
Bright and clear.
"It's all taught by the master." Song Zhao swallowed, his voice soft.
Si Yu held her hand without thinking.
Song Zhao's heart suddenly burst into his throat.
This is under the watchful eyes of everyone, the powerful minister is crazy! He even held her hand?
Everything was silent.
As if bewitched by someone,
The wind around seemed to stop at this moment.
Everyone behind them was blurred into light and shadow.
Si Yu looked at her, neither avoiding nor avoiding his gaze.
There is no one else in sight, and you are everywhere.
"It's my apprentice who is great." He clasped her fingers with a slight force.
Song Zhao's eyes fell on the man holding her hand.
His five fingers are long and thin and distinct, and the joints are clearly raised, like a piece of suet jade, so powerful, it seems like she wants to absorb him, and she will never be able to let him go.
Even her heart seemed to be squeezed in, her chest shrank suddenly, and it was difficult to breathe.
The next moment, Si Yu clasped her hands, stretched out both hands, palms up, head slightly down, parallel to her, and performed a standard hand-holding salute.
The wind blew over from the grass, carrying the heart-pounding warmth and the man's deep and sexy voice, blowing it around the corner of the paddock.
"Master Zhaoyang, Wanfu."
And immediately.
More people imitated Si Yu's actions, bowed in Song Zhao's direction, and shouted in unison——
Wanfu, the owner of Zhaoyang County.
Thousands of people shouted, deafening.
The vegetation is luxuriant and trembles with the wind, as if they are cooperating to encourage and celebrate her.
She is not only the first princess of the first rank to be conferred since the founding of the country, but also the first princess of the first rank to be recognized from the heart by all the ministers.
Yuyu is getting better and better~
Will write the main story soon-