Chapter 643 Untitled Chapter

However, the prince heard it, and felt that Song Zhao wanted to please him.

When he wanted to marry her before, she was not happy.

Now that you have suffered with that poor man Si Yu, do you think of him?

The crown prince frowned, squinted at Song Zhao's coarse linen clothes, and smiled, "What? After staying in an antique house of 3,000 taels a night, you have so much money that you can't even buy decent clothes?"

Yin Wanyang frowned, "Don't be ridiculous, princess Zhaoyang, your highness is delicate and expensive, but unlike Lord Hou, wearing coarse cloth on your highness will cause skin allergies? Are you trying to murder your highness?!"

Song Zhao, "..."

The beauty was speechless.

All right, don't say anything.

Let this couple go to heaven!

Afterwards, Song Zhao and Si Yu coincidentally distanced themselves from the prince's team.

The two teams, one on the left and one on the right, each occupy one side.

The weather in winter always gets late quickly, and everywhere along the road is desolate.

There are no villagers living in the entire town, and there are collapsed and simple thatched huts everywhere, and it is difficult to see a complete courtyard that can be used overnight.

It would be fine if there were only people living there, but there was so much food on the scooter, if it rained at night, it would be a heavy loss.

We must find a place to shelter from the rain for one night.

After a while, an old beggar suddenly appeared in the grass, holding a bowl, and limped towards Si Yu Songzhao's team, begging for money on his knees.

Si Yu glanced at the old beggar indifferently, "Get lost."

The old beggar was afraid of Si Yu's aura, so he cast his eyes on Song Zhao, and said to Ai Ai, "Good-hearted girl, old man, I haven't had a sip of water or eaten a grain of rice for several days, so I can give you some coppers if you are so kind! "

The old beggar fell on the ground, weeping and spitting, extremely miserable.

Fu Nanqian touched his pocket, then glanced at Song Zhao, "Song Jia Zhaozhao, I didn't bring any money, why don't you give it..."

Song Zhao glanced at the old beggar, and interrupted coldly, "No."

The old beggar cried.

He looked up at Song Zhao in shock.

It seemed hard to believe that this girl who was as good-looking as Guanyin was so cold-blooded.

Song Zhaojiao took Si Yu's arm tightly, "The little girl and your lord came all the way here just to go to Jingzhou to seek refuge with relatives. Along the way, they are already at the end of their ropes. Although Jingzhou is suffering from drought, at least they can have a home. It can be regarded as falling leaves returning to their roots.”

The old beggar twitched his lips. It sounds worse than him.

He withdrew his eyes in a complicated manner, and stretched out his trembling hands towards the magnificent prince team.

"Okay, good-hearted people, give me some silver, the Buddha will bless you!"

The prince has always hated dirty things.

The footsteps kept retreating, with a look of irritability.

Yin Wanyang couldn't bear it, and said in a low voice, "Your Highness, why don't you give this beggar some food, it's just for you to gain a good reputation."

The prince thought it made sense when he heard it, and generously took out a silver ingot from his wide sleeve.

Just as he took it out, the old beggar's eyes lit up, he snatched it away, bit it in his mouth, and left gratefully.

The prince's jade hand was touched by the old beggar, and he wiped it with a handkerchief in disgust.

From the corner of the eye, I saw the look in Song Zhaosiyu's eyes, and said coldly, "The poor people in Nanxun say that Lord Hou and the princess are kind to the people, but they are so cold-blooded to the poor old man. It's just some money. You are stingy, you really lost the face of the royal family."

Song Zhaosiyu thought that the prince was in trouble and didn't know it, and wanted to laugh but felt that it was too embarrassing.