Chapter 592 Si Yu Kneels Down 2

It is gradually slanting westward.

The bright red sunlight was gradually covered, drifting around with the wind, darkening the entire sky.

Si Yu went to Zhaoyang courtyard familiarly, but was stopped at the courtyard gate.

The two brothers Song Jinfu and Song Chenai seemed to have known that Si Yu would come, one left and one right stood outside the courtyard gate, glaring at Si Yu hostilely.

If it wasn't for Si Yu's injury causing criticism, they would have already started to deal with him.

Si Yu is in power, and he has already formed an aura that is not angry but powerful. However, facing Song Zhao's two cousins, the tiger also has to put his tail between his legs.

"Uncle Second Cousin, Uncle Third Cousin, I have something to say to Ah Zhao."

Si Yu said to Song Jinfu and Song Chenai with a rather soft attitude.

The two brothers glanced at him in unison.

Song Jinfu, who has always been as gentle as jade, said in a cold tone, "Although Lord Hou is engaged to my little sister, but the wedding has not yet happened, you should keep the etiquette."

Song Chenai was angry, "One year, Master Hou may have some accident in his life, for the sake of my little sister's clean reputation, you'd better not come here."

Si Yu, "..."

He raised his hand and pressed the center of his eyebrows.

Although a little rushed.

But it can't be strong.

He had no choice but to bear the humiliation and leave. While the two brothers were not paying attention, they tapped their toes and jumped onto the leafy banyan tree not far away.

As he had done for many years, he waited for his moment in the shadow of the trees.

Time passed quickly.

After a while, the drowsy night enveloped the earth.

The wind is getting stronger, bringing a few drops of autumn rain, which seems to be a precursor to a heavy rain.

Song Chenai and Song Jinfu thought that Si Yu had left, and went back to his yard before the rainstorm.

Precarious.

All the lights in the winding corridor leading to Song Zhao's bedroom were blown out.

Si Yu walked to the end of the veranda calmly with the sound of the rain, and the bedroom opposite was lit with bright lights. He said to the maid who was saluting to him at the door, "Go and tell Princess Zhaoyang that the Marquis is here to see his fiancée."

inside the house.

The patter of rain blocked all the sounds outside.

Inside the large wooden barrel, Song Zhao was soaked with nothing on his body, lying lazily on the edge of the barrel, with his eyes closed comfortably.

Her black hair up to her waist was coiled up, revealing a white and clear neckline, under the white and delicate arms, the slightly plump part was looming under the water.

The maid at the door entered the room and told Song Zhao Siyu that she wanted to see her.

"not see."

The lights flickered, and through the hot smoke, they lingered and cast shadows of whirling flowers on her white and tender hibiscus face.

Song Zhao opened his eyes, and the curled eyelashes were wet with water droplets, sticking together.

The combination of pure desire perfectly kneaded her delicate face, bringing a meticulous and soul-stirring beauty.

The maid who took care of Song Zhao's bath was amazed.

They all grew up watching Song Zhao.

I clearly remember that the princess was a little girl carved in pink and jade two years ago, but in the blink of an eye, she gave birth to such an alluring beauty.

Even though they are both women, they all look flushed and distracted.

Can't help but envy the one outside the door, who is about to get such a fairy-like beauty like their princess.

It was expected by Si Yu that Song Zhao didn't see Si Yu.

Therefore, he was not annoyed when he was rejected, but stood patiently across the room and waited.

The anger that he should have been angry has already passed, and he will have to live in the future. He can't let Song Zhao marry with emotion.

Although it's not his fault, but he is a man, he should have coaxed some of his wives.

The wind and rain intensified, and the raindrops slapped the branches and flowers, and the raindrops that splashed into the veranda also wet his robe, smearing one piece of dark color after another.

Get down on your knees and apologize!