Chapter 526 Death of Cloud Sleeve 3

As if facing a formidable enemy, Di Wei was about to rush out, "It turns out that the county magistrate has a portrait, so I have to tell the master right away."

"Ah, you can't tell the master." Yun Xiu stopped him and sighed heavily, "It's not that you and I don't know how much the master attaches importance to Princess Zhaoyang, and I would rather bring her here if she hides her identity .

It is obvious that the master knows that Princess Zhaoyang built the underground palace. If you say so, and Princess Zhaoyang complains casually, you will be scolded by the master instead, which will not hurt the relationship between you and the master. "

Di Zi paused, and scratched his hair irritably, "Then we can't just sit and watch Zhaoyang princess drag the master down, once the county magistrate finds out, it means that the common people will also know that the matter has become serious, and the master is selling private goods. I can't hide the matter about Yan... This woman is simply a villain... I shouldn't believe that she will sincerely do my master's good!"

At this moment, Di Zi directly overturned everything that Song Zhao had done for Si Yu before.

Can a person who abuses the people for his own selfishness and only cares about his own pleasure change his ways?

impossible!

Yun Xiu's eyes flickered, "Ah, I have a way here to ensure that Princess Zhaoyang won't spoil the matter of the master... just need your cooperation."

Di Que trusted Yunxiu 100%, and immediately said loudly, "This is no problem, as long as it is for the sake of the master, I will listen to sister Yunxiu in everything."

Yunxiu put her ear next to Di Zi's ear, and said something in a blah blah.

Di Zi's eyes sparkled, "Sister Yunxiu, your idea is really good, you leave this matter to me, and I thank you on behalf of the master."

"It's all from my own family, why are you being polite?" Yun Xiu patted Di Zi on the shoulder, and then said in a gentle tone, "But Ah Zi, things have come to this point, why don't you tell me that Princess Zhaoyang will do everything after all?" What made you be so wary of her, always saying that she would harm the master.

I have been very worried in my heart. You have been straightforward since you were a child, and you don’t know how to be flexible. Why don’t you tell Sister Yunxiu that I will accompany you to face it, and I can always give you advice. "

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The next morning, Song Zhao was woken up by Si Yu.

She curled up in the bed, and when she first opened her eyes, she was still in a daze.

She slept too late yesterday, she didn't get enough sleep at the moment, she was obviously very sleepy, she let out a soft groan, covered her face and was about to fall asleep again.

The man standing by the bed paused, then suddenly leaned over, facing Song Zhaobai's tender face, with his thin lips puffed up, he breathed faintly towards her.

Song Zhao shivered, the drowsiness in his eyes dissipated, he rubbed his eyes and sat up, and asked vaguely, "...What time is it now?"

"It's already time." Si Yu rubbed Song Zhao's messy hair, looked at her sleepy and cute look, and said with some amusement, "How can you sleep like a little pig?"

Song Zhao rubbed his face, a hair on his head was raised cutely, and said with some resentment, "Isn't it all your fault, last night for several hours..."

With that said, there was a sudden pause.

An indescribable picture broke into my mind last night.

Song Zhao's wide eyes narrowed in an instant, and the tips of his ears turned red with embarrassment, feeling aggrieved.

Si Yu looked down.

It landed on the girl's white and slender neck.

The neckline is spread out, and the marks on it are still obvious.

His eyes dimmed a bit, he licked his lips and asked with a low smile, "Azhao is so wronged."

Song Zhao nodded vigorously, and went online to complain, "You ruined my good sleep schedule, and I'm going to have dark circles under my eyes."

Si Yu raised his hand and tugged at the ends of his wet hair, then suddenly took Song Zhao's hand and pressed it on his bare chest, and said slowly and in a tone of voice, "Then I feel more wronged because of you taking a cold shower all night. ah."

I was on the plane, and it was estimated that I would arrive at the destination at ten o'clock in the evening. I tried to write it on the plane and send it out at that time.

High energy ahead, the male protagonist is about to know the truth, and the female supporting role is killed.