Chapter 662 Pray for Rain to Hit Your Face.

Unable to find a place to live, Song Zhao didn't want to embarrass the people, so he had to wrong himself and Si Yu, and went to the bottom of the bridge to make do for the night.

At this moment, a low-key carriage stopped in front of Si Yu and Song Zhao.

The bead curtain is drawn open.

Inside sat a middle-aged man dressed plainly. He raised half of his head furtively and whispered to Song Zhao in a gentle tone, "If you two have nowhere to go, come to rest at my house tonight."

Song Zhao knew that the other party was not malicious, so he got into the carriage with Si Yu.

The carriage staggered forward, and soon came to a remote garden.

Song Zhaosiyu got out of the carriage first.

The servant at the gate of Bieyuan quickly ran over to help the middle-aged man, and shouted respectfully, "Hello, Governor."

This man is actually the governor.

Song Zhao's eyes widened.

No matter how you say it, he can be regarded as a first-rank feudal official, but he is dressed in such shabby clothes?

She turned to look at Si Yu, and Si Yu's expression was calm.

He knew the identity of the middle-aged man when he saw the jade belt around his waist.

The governor said to Song Zhao nervously, "Little girl, don't be afraid, I won't hurt you."

Song Zhao sensed the governor's kindness, and he couldn't match the outside world's evaluation of the governor's crimes.

She held Si Yu's robe silently, and followed the governor into the other garden.

The governor took them to the flower hall to sit, and ordered his servants to arrange a room for Song Zhao and the two, and then asked, "Are you hungry? I asked the kitchen to prepare some meals for you. It may not be rich enough, but it will fill you up."

Song Zhao said thank you, and couldn't help asking, "Master Governor, why didn't you live in your own mansion? Instead, let the admiral manage it for you?"

The governor smiled and didn't explain, "It's better for the girl not to know about some things, so as not to cause trouble."

While talking, there was a coughing sound.

"Who is speaking?"

It was a haggard-looking woman, dressed as plainly as the governor, with a sallow complexion and a very sick look.

"Madam." The governor rubbed his hands together, walked over, and whispered something in the woman's ear.

The woman's expression changed in an instant, and she pushed the governor hard, "You are asking for trouble again, and the admiral came back to find you, and you will be accused of being a corrupt official. You really don't want your face. no?"

"Keep your voice down, keep your voice down!"

The Governor whispered, "His Royal Highness is coming tomorrow. If I don't take them in tonight, they will be killed by the admiral. This is the last time I can help."

The governor's wife became more agitated when she heard the words, her face flushed with coughing and coughing, "Since it's the last time, why should I keep my voice down?"

Her tone was sharp and crying, "After tonight, our whole family may not survive. You can save yourself if you don't want to, and you are going to cause this kind of trouble. You are mad at me..."

The governor kept silent and let his wife scold him. While patting his wife on the back, he turned his head and said embarrassedly, "My wife can't talk, you two don't mind."

Song Zhao came over and pressed a few times on an acupuncture point on the woman's back, which effectively relieved the woman's cough.

"Ma'am, didn't you take your medicine today?" Song Zhao asked.

The governor's wife did not speak.

The governor was angry, "Why don't you take your medicine?"

The governor's wife snorted coldly, "Anyway, I'm going to die tomorrow. I won't eat whatever I eat. It's a waste of money."

The governor blushed with anger and had a thick neck.

The servants around him all went to the kitchen, so he had no choice but to say with a dark face, "I'll get you the medicine," then turned and left.