Chapter 547: Song Zhao Confesses the Truth About the Assassination!

In the face of everyone's flattery, Si Yu remained unmoved.

His bone-like handsomeness belongs to the kind of extremely indifferent, when he is not speaking, his whole body exudes an aura of repelling others thousands of miles away.

All the officials tried their best to flatter, but they couldn't get any response, and they regretted it in their hearts.

If they had known that the weak and helpless prince of the former dynasty would become the powerful Marquis of today, they should have gotten closer to him before.

But it's not too late now.

Si Yu has reached the age of his relatives, and all the officials have a small calculation in their hearts, and they specially pull out their own beautiful girls of the right age to hang out in front of Si Yu, hoping that Si Yu will be able to pick him up and marry him.

Although there is Princess Zhaoyang, what if Si Yu moves on.

The Gu family also came.

Mrs. Gu and Mrs. Gu urged their granddaughter Gu Xinlian to say hello to Si Yu.

Gu Xinlian was ashamed and afraid. She had been swept away by Si Yu several times before, and she really didn't have the courage to embarrass herself again.

Gu Guogong hated iron for being weak, "You are seventeen now, and you were despised by Lord Hou in public before, which high school will still have a crush on you in the future?

Fortunately, Lord Hou is my grandson, your cousin, you go and say something nice to him, and ask him to give you a concubine, your own family, break the bones and connect the tendons, Lord Hou has to show some face . "

Gu Xinlian was speechless.

Ever since Si Yu brought up the matter of her throwing leftovers to him back then, she knew that Si Yu was a person who hated evil as much as he hated him, and was a penny-pinching person.

Considering the Gu family's attitude of not caring about Si Yu before, how could Si Yu still treat the Gu family as a family, and it's not bad if there is no revenge.

She pursed her lips, "Master Hou likes Princess Zhaoyang so much, he would not even take his life for Princess Zhaoyang, he would never accept me as a concubine."

"What do you know!" Mrs. Gu is well maintained, wearing gold and silver, and full of jewels. At fifty years old, she looks like she is in her early forties. "Men love new things. How long have Princess Zhaoyang and Lord Hou known each other?" up?

In the two months in Nanxun, I'm afraid I did everything I shouldn't do, and no matter how much I like it, I should fade away. Otherwise, why didn't Princess Zhaoyang come today? "

When Gu Xinlian heard it, she thought it made sense, and looked at Si Yu's handsome silhouette with admiration in her eyes.

If she could be with such a powerful and handsome man... even as a concubine, she would be willing.

Now that she is an old girl, it is unrealistic to want to marry someone with a higher family status than her own, and she does not like someone with a lower family status than her own.

If you can be the concubine wife of Lord Hou, that would be considered a high climb.

After all, Si Yu was already a marquis before he lost his crown, and he still has a chance to be promoted in the future. If he becomes a prince... then he will make a lot of money!

When Gu Guogong and Mrs. Gu saw their granddaughter Zhiqu, they came forward to greet Si Yu with a smile.

Si Yu nodded indifferently.

Facing his own grandparents and grandfathers, he has no intention of getting close.

Even though Empress Gu had greeted the Gu family in advance, Gu Guogong and Mrs. Gu were a little unhappy.

Si Yu is their daughter's son and their junior, so he should respect them a lot.

Although they ignored Si Yu first, they didn't think they were wrong. If they got close to Si Yu in that critical situation back then, the whole family would have died.

But thinking that Si Yu is now a Marquis, it's normal to be a little lonely. It doesn't matter if he is indifferent now. As long as he marries his granddaughter and the two families become closer, they can still reconcile as before and become a loving family.

Gu Guogong and his wife thought about the beauty, so they quickly gave Gu Xinlian a look.

"Wanfu, my lord."

Gu Xinlian tidied up her attire, and came with lotus steps, with a gentle smile on her face, "Congratulations to Lord Hou for his success, and Lian'er toast you."

Everyone looked at their noses and noses and their hearts, wondering whether Master Hou would respond.

The Duke's Mansion has a profound heritage and many sons and daughters. Gu Xinlian is the only niece of Empress Gu. Because of this, Gu Xinlian's heart is as high as the sky, and picking this and that makes her age grow older.

Seeing that the Lantern Festival for the sons and daughters of the Tian family is coming, the Gu family may panic, hoping that Si Yu will accept Gu Xinlian.

With the condition of Gu Xinlian, compared with Princess Zhaoyang, she can be a concubine at most.

This is a good thing for Si Yu.

Who doesn't want to enjoy the blessings of everyone?

Biqing rolled up the beaded curtain and said loudly, "Princess Zhaoyang is here."

The guests were taken aback, and they stood up to salute one after another, with interest in their eyes.

Just as he was talking, the real master came, and now there is a good show to watch.

Si Yu drooped her beautiful eyebrows, and her eyelashes trembled slightly.

Gu Xinlian frowned and looked at Song Zhao, and saluted reluctantly.

She still kept her hand in the motion of toasting Si Yu, and said with a slight smile, "Princess Zhaoyang is late, why don't you wait a while until I talk to Lord Hou first."

Song Zhao looked over, reached out and snatched it away, and said coldly, "Drinking will hurt your health."

She went straight to sit next to Si Yu, folded her hands on her lower abdomen, looking like a regular wife.

The officials' daughters who were eager to try all around retreated wisely, never daring to look at Si Yu again.

There is such an outstanding, beautiful, powerful woman in comparison, they are worthy to compete with others for a man!

Gu Xinlian felt that she was going for Si Yu's concubine, and she was quite worthy, so she was very dissatisfied with Song Zhao's domineering and unreasonable behavior. As the main wife, how could she not tolerate others?

"Master Hou is an upright man. He should drink alcohol. Is Princess Zhaoyang too strict? You have to give Lord Hou some face." Gu Xinlian said softly.

Si Yu suddenly raised his hand and took the glass of wine from Song Zhao.

The corner of Gu Xinlian's mouth twitched, and that smile just overflowed.

Si Yu's wine glass was poured, and all the dark red wine was poured onto Gu Xinlian's delicate embroidered shoes.

"Yeah." Gu Xinlian let out a low cry, taking a few unbelievable steps.

Si Yu threw away the wine glass, raised his brows, stared at her sullenly, a little surly and arrogant, "Get lost."

Gu Xinlian was shocked at first, then bit her lip in embarrassment, and ran away with red eyes.

Gu Guogong and his wife were humiliated, and they got ridiculing looks from all around them. They were very angry in their hearts, but they couldn't hide their faces from arguing with Si Yu, so they had to leave with a cold face.

Song Zhao saw it, and the gloom in his heart dissipated a little.

The banquet is still going on.

It's just that the guests were already out of shape. Seeing Lord Hou and Princess Zhaoyang sitting so close to each other, but not speaking, the whole place was under the pressure of their two big bosses, and they wished they could run away.

At night, when the banquet was over, everyone ran away as if fleeing for their lives.

All around quiet down.

Song Zhao said in a cold voice, "I haven't congratulated Lord Hou on his promotion yet. I hope you will forgive me for coming today without invitation."

Si Yu grabbed the tea and got up, "It's getting late, I'll take you home."

When he spoke, he never looked at Song Zhao, and only focused on the tea in his hand.

As if afraid of something.

"Have you been hiding enough?"

abrupt question.

Si Yu shook his fingertips holding the tea, and some of the tea in the cup splashed out, dripping on the back of his fair hand, which instantly turned red.