Chapter 537 Si Yu Fenghou 2

The girl curled up on the ground, a small and slender ball, like a homeless milk cat.

Song Zhao looked up at the man walking towards him.

Her lips were pale and her face was pale.

Wounds all over her body, fragile and pitiful.

Si Yu stood in front of her.

His peach blossom eyes were bloodshot, and the veins on the back of his hands were bulging!

The powerful minister already knew the truth, so he must be trying to kill her now.

Song Zhao was ashamed and afraid, and didn't dare to look at him for a moment, only staring at Si Yu's wet military boots, and said softly, "Brother...that me..."

Si Yu interrupted in a deep voice, "Can you get up?"

Song Zhao bit his lip, moved his body carefully, put his thin white hands on the ground, endured the pain, and tried hard to get up from the ground.

Si Yu stared at her quietly.

Sighing imperceptibly, he squatted straight in front of Song Zhao, blocked the sight of everyone in the cell behind with his body, and opened her skirt and silk trousers with his fingertips.

Serious whip wounds were clearly visible on the young girl's white and tender skin, which penetrated deep into the flesh and was dripping with blood.

Si Yu stroked those wounds gently.

The little lady of the Song family is so delicate and always afraid of pain, but under his nose, because of him, she has suffered such pain.

Bloody brutality throbbed from his body, but his handsome face still showed no emotion at all, and he asked softly, "Does it hurt?"

Song Zhao was not sure what Si Yu meant.

She thought he would give her a knife.

After all, the powerful minister is so vengeful, and those who bullied him are all on his death list... and the crime she committed is already considered death.

But looking at the big knife that Si Yu threw on the ground, Song Zhao was a little scared.

What a big knife... why don't you change it to a smaller one later.

Pursing his lips, Song Zhao shrank his body, decided to pretend to be stupid first, lowered his brows, and responded aggrievedly, "It hurts."

Si Yu gently hugged the girl into his arms, so carefully, as if treating the most precious treasure in the world.

He bowed his head and kissed the girl's heart, and said softly, "Azhao cut out the way out for me, and my brother also cut out the way forward for Azhao."

Song Zhao hugged his neck silently, arched into his arms unconsciously, and whispered coquettishly, "I know you will come to pick me up."

They are trying their best to create a way out for each other.

Such a Zhao, how could he be willing to hurt Si Yu's hair.

She cared about him very much.

Si Yu would not believe anyone's words.

He raised the end of his eyes, rubbed his cheek against her forehead, and said in a low voice, "Azhao, brother is here to pick you up."

Song Zhao's eyes flickered.

Thinking of the afternoon when he rode on the horse and told her in high spirits that he was waiting for him to marry her.

She actually wanted to ask, if I am willing to marry, would you still want me?

But he kept silent, and she didn't have the courage to ask, so she could only tightly circle him silently.

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The night is long, approaching dawn.

The prince sat on the imperial ship and led ten thousand personal guards, and finally arrived at the city gate of Nanxun.

A piece of black and white, mighty and mighty broke into Nanxun, led by the people to the Huaihe River.

Four hours have passed, but there is still no news from Si Yu and Song Zhao.

The county magistrate had already tacitly agreed that Si Yu must die, and he felt that he was all right again.

When Fu Nanqian, Di Zi and other soldiers were restless, they saw the prince's team rushing over in a hurry.

The sky was not completely clear, and the elite soldiers brought by the prince carried bright lamps, illuminating the whole Heti.

The prince was dressed in a bright yellow robe with wide sleeves, sitting on a high sedan chair, with stern eyebrows and stern eyes, assuming a posture of ruling the world.