Chapter 648.

Song Zhao's eyebrows twitched lightly, his slim body half leaned against Si Yu's knee, and he glanced lazily at Yin Wanyang.

She could understand Yin Wanyang's thoughts very well.

It was raining so hard outside, if she went out to catch the rain, she would inevitably get drenched by the rain, making her appear unseemly.

So I wanted to pull myself up, and it wouldn't be embarrassing if I was accompanied by someone.

"No."

Yin Wanyang knew that Song Zhao would refuse, she persuaded softly, "It's only natural for a wife to serve her husband. Lord Hou has worked hard all the way, but other things can be served by servants.

However, the intimate matter of Yuzu's skin-to-skin contact still needs to be done by the princess himself. "

Si Yu raised his eyebrows and glanced at Yin Wanyang, "That makes sense."

Yin Wanyang smiled, "Look, princess, even Lord Hou said that—"

Si Yu turned to Song Zhao and whispered, "You haven't washed up tonight, so I'll get you water to wash your feet."

"Don't go." Song Zhao refused, "It's too cold outside, it's okay to endure for one night."

"Ben Hou has a thick skin and is not afraid of the cold." Si Yu patted Song Zhao on the head, straightened her body, picked up a clean wooden bucket and went out.

Yin Wanyang was astonished, she knew that Si Yu doted on Song Zhao very much, but she never thought that she would be able to dote on Song Zhao so much that she would condescend to serve Song Zhao Yuzu! ?

What about the dignity of the royal family and princes! ?

She bit her lip, there would be no harm without comparison, and the sourness she had never experienced at this moment rushed into her mind, and she couldn't help saying, "No matter how much Hou Ye dotes on the princess, he should understand that things like Yuzu should be done by women." Waiting on a man, you are really going against common sense."

Si Yu only left her with a back view, "There is only willing or not, not should or not."

A simple sentence fully expresses the difference between him and the prince in treating his wife.

While Yin Wanyang was in a daze, Si Yu had already brought back the water.

The prince urged, Yin Wanyang went to fetch the water with red eyes.

By the time she brought the water back with her body wet, Si Yu had already taken all the hay in the house, set up a fire, and heated the cold rainwater with the only iron pot.

Si Yu asked Song Zhao to sit on the window sill, rolled up his sleeves, and squatted in front of Song Zhao.

Seeing his action, Song Zhao immediately shrank his legs, "I'll do it myself."

Si Yu held her leg and said without doubt, "Hold on tighter, don't fall."

The prince looked at him coldly, and a sneer escaped from his throat, "Master Hou is very elegant, and he is so happy to serve women, he really is a man's favourite."

The guard behind him laughed loudly.

The Black Shield Army muttered unconvinced, "What's wrong with serving the girl?

To have a peerless beauty like the princess as a daughter-in-law, even a man can do it! "

Just considering that the other party is the prince, their rebuttals were not loud, and were drowned out by the other party's laughter.

Yin Wanyang folded her arms in a daze, men felt humiliated by serving women, but she was so envious of Song Zhao being pampered.

"What are you in a daze for? Take off the lonely shoes." The prince's voice sounded.

Si Yu immediately took off Song Zhao's embroidered shoes and socks.

Ah Zhao's little feet are white and tender, only half the size of a palm.

Song Zhao curled up his toes and ticked Si Yu's palm.

"Brother..." she whispered, "I'll do it myself."

Si Yu understood that Song Zhao was awkward.

He bent his lips, hid Song Zhao's feet in his wide sleeves, and turned his head to ask Fu Nanqian to come over to block the light for him.

"Turn around, don't look."

Fu Nanqian was speechless.

He stood behind Si Yu with his back facing, blocking others' sight.

Si Yu pinched Song Zhao's toes and smiled, "No one will see it anymore."

"Aren't you human?" Song Zhao curled his lips, "Only the husband can see a woman's feet. We are not married yet."

Si Yu raised her eyebrows, "I remember that women's distribution is also for the husband to see. Do the math yourself, how many times have you distributed it to me?"

Song Zhao was speechless.

Si Yu smiled, soaked Song Zhao's feet in hot water, and pressed her foot acupuncture points seriously to relieve fatigue.

After walking for a whole day and getting cold again, it is really enjoyable to soak your feet at night, don't tell me.

The night rain mixed with the cold wind howled outside the house.

The small space that Si Yu specially separated became the world of solitude for the two of them.

Song Zhao grabbed the window coffin with his hand, and looked at Si Yu obediently,

The powerful minister knelt down on one knee, earnestly paving her way, without feeling disgusted at all.

It is obvious that the world thinks that it is indecent for a man to serve a woman, but the powerful minister will never wrong her a little bit because of other people's ideas.

He is wonderful to himself.

Song Zhao leaned over slightly, and reached out to touch the bridge of the man's tall collared nose.

Si Yu raised his eyes, and his eyes met.

Song Zhao's ears were reddish, and his eyes were as bright as a gurgling stream, "You have worked hard too, let's come in Yuzu together."

Si Yu bent his thin lips and asked reservedly, "Aren't you shy?"

Song Zhao snorted softly, "I'm already sleeping in the same bed, who cares about such trivial matters."

Fu Nanqian who had listened to the whole process, "..."

Do you still care about my mood as a single dog? Beast!

The sound of Si Yu and Song Zhao soaking their feet together reached the prince.

At that time, the prince was enduring the biting cold, tentatively putting his feet into the barrel.

Suddenly hearing Si Yu's low laughter that he couldn't hide, a wave of unknown anger burst out.

Yin Wanyang held the crown prince's ankle, her hands turned red from the cold, and she sniffed, "Your Highness, don't you want to wash it?"

"It's so cold, how do you want to wash alone?" The prince kicked over the wooden bucket, regardless of whether the water splashed on Yin Wanyang, turned around and went to the back room to rest.

*

It was late at night and everyone was resting.

The rain stopped after only an hour.

Song Zhao fell asleep in the middle, and suddenly felt a little uncomfortable, so he got up and went to the backyard where the grain was kept to get water.

When he was going, he happened to bump into Yin Wanyang who had come to steal food.

The two girls looked at each other in the dark.

Yin Wanyang held a steamed bun in his hand, and put his hands behind his back in embarrassment.

"It's just a steamed bun. I'll give you money when I return to Beijing." Yin Wanyang stretched her neck, trying her best to appear righteous.

Song Zhao was not so stingy to the point of caring about a steamed bun, she said slowly, "Ten taels."

Yin Wanyang stared, "Do you want ten taels from me for a penny steamed bun?"

"The situation is different. Steamed buns usually cost a penny, but now that there is a drought, some people can't buy a grain of rice for a hundred taels. This princess is still looking at the friendship of classmates."

"Ten taels is ten taels." Yin Wanyang said angrily.

She bypassed Song Zhao and walked into the house.

Song Zhao still wanted to give her a hand, "Yin Wanyang, you can eat this steamed bun by yourself."

Yin Wanyang paused, "Your Highness is very hungry, I can bear it."

"Those who can really appreciate you will always appreciate your proud appearance." Song Zhao summed up his previous life experience to her, "not your pretended humility and pleasing appearance."

Yin Wanyang sneered, "Song Zhao, I'm different from you."

She said, "So many people love you, of course you can say something so easy.

And no one loves me, so I can't be proud. "