Chapter 455 Tantai Mo Kissed Song Zhao on the Cheek 1

Song Zhao kept walking, and looked at him sideways, with a somewhat complicated look on his face, "You said that as if I would definitely marry you."

The man's eyes suddenly darkened like abyss, his long black eyelashes curled up and trembled slightly, and his voice seemed to reveal a sense of grievance, "Don't try to trick me."

"..."

Song Zhao glanced at him, solemnly folded his hands on his lower abdomen, patiently, and said casually, "I'm talking about the basic conditions to be my county horse, do you understand?"

Si Yu glanced at her in surprise, raised his hand and hooked the tight collar, and said lazily, "I thought you were following my example."

Song Zhao paused.

I was a little suspicious in my heart, could it be that she was so blatant in secretly liking Si Yu?

In the next moment, the tip of her nose was lightly tapped by Si Yu with his knuckles. The man looked at her squarely, his exceptionally deep pupils were burning hot, and a sexy breath came out of his throat, "Because... I will definitely achieve it."

Song Zhao lowered his eyes, looking very calm, "Be a man, be humble."

That's what she said, but she was very clear in her heart.

Just one year later, the minister of power will definitely meet her request.

And in this year, she should also make up for the guilt in her heart and offset the bad things she did to him, so she can accept his liking with confidence, right?

Song Zhao quietly calculated carefully in his heart, and the pinnae hidden under the hair looked like white jade soaked in blood.

At this time, the two had already bypassed the corridor and came to the front hall of the palace banquet.

It was still dark, and the palace banquet was held in the imperial garden, and the people who came here were whispering in twos and threes.

The female relatives are in the front hall, and the male relatives are in the back hall.

After Song Zhao and Si Yu parted ways, they went straight to the front hall.

The hall is full of Mrs. Yipin of the Dasheng Dynasty or the princess of the Wanghou family. Several students from the Elite School of Canglan College were also lucky enough to be invited because they had played polo with Nanyue.

"See Princess Zhaoyang." All the ladies and wives bowed their knees and saluted.

Everyone will see that Song Zhao's expression is far from the envy of yesterday.

The palace has already spread the word that Song Zhao is about to be sent to South Vietnam to get married.

Originally, I thought that if I became the princess of the first rank, I could choose all the sons of the Tian family, strengthen my mother's family, and share the glory.

Who knew that the limelight was too strong, and Nanyue actually took a fancy to him.

Many people have sympathy in their hearts, but more are gloating.

Song Zhao accepted all kinds of eyes with a flat face, Wen Nuo and Sheng Minggui walked over, looking at her very worriedly.

I wanted to ask a few questions, but because there were too many people, I didn't dare to speak nonsense.

"Don't worry, I'm fine." Song Zhao said softly.

"Ha." Gu Xinlian came from behind, covering her face with a round fan, revealing a pair of extremely mocking eyes, "Princess Zhaoyang, don't force yourself to smile, we all know that you are going to South Vietnam to get married, At that time, the mountains will be high and the water will be far away, and you will never be able to go home in this life, if you feel uncomfortable in your heart, you can cry."

Song Zhao raised his eyelids, and the tassels hanging on both sides flickered slightly, looking tight, and a smile leaked out from the end of his eyes, "Ms. Gu, rather than worrying about the marriage of the princess, you should worry about your own marriage. If you go out, you may be invited to drink some hot tea at the Dali Temple of the second uncle of the princess."

The corner of Gu Xinlian's mouth froze.

As we all know, she is now 17 years old, but because she is the niece of Queen Gu, she has a critical eye and stays at home. She is already a well-known old girl.

The Dasheng Dynasty stipulated that if a woman does not marry at the age of 18, she will be sent to Dali Temple for control.

As soon as Song Zhao said this, the surrounding women couldn't help laughing.