Chapter 772 Untitled Chapter

Si Yu's eyes narrowed suddenly.

The jaw was tense, the corners of the eyes were red, and the blood stains on the corners of the lips were enlarged because of biting, and her name squeezed out from between the teeth, "Song Zhao!"

Song Zhao stared at Si Yu soberly and rationally.

The girl's beautiful eyes are pure black and white, with three points of clarity.

The faces of the two people almost collided with the suppressed emotions when they spoke.

Disordered breathing.

Si Yu stared at her fiercely, and in her eyes she could clearly see his reflection inside.

She is so calm, so determined, as if she stays out of it.

And the blood in his eyes was like a raging fire, revealing turbulent madness, which made people shudder.

"How can you treat me like that."

He grabbed Song Zhao by the back of her neck, and inserted his fingers between the hairs on the back of her head. He squeezed his fingers together and grabbed her without mercy. His throat was full of blood, and his voice was deep and hoarse.

"So what if you have selfish desires? You and I are husband and wife, so you should be towards me, shouldn't you?"

Song Zhao was forced to look up at him, breathing thinly, calmly and indifferently, "You think it belongs to you, but the world doesn't think so. So what if you sit on the throne of emperor? Do you know history books You will be defined as a treason, and in the eyes of the world, you will end up with a bad reputation. Our future children, the loyal Song family, will be contaminated with unclean filth because of you? Have you ever thought about it?"

Si Yu froze, and suddenly let go of his hand.

His eyes were drooping, and he suddenly took a heavy breath.

The exposed lip was cracked in two small openings, and blood was oozing out.

Therefore, this is the real reason why Song Zhao did not choose him.

He is the same as Tantai Mo, the civil and military of the Manchu Dynasty, and the people of the world.

Ah Zhao...does he also think he is not worthy to be called emperor?

Too,

She always thinks he is bad... She even really thinks that he will perish because of that absurd past life dream.

It was true that he approached with malicious intentions only to assassinate him at first, and it was also true that he was not selected at this moment.

The reason.

It was because Song Zhao felt that he was a bad person through and through.

"Song Zhao, how can I not be good enough to you? From the beginning to the end, I have been protecting you with my life. I have never done anything wrong to you. I offended the common people for you, and I was disloyal and unrighteous for you... But you You only care about the honor of your Song family, do you have a conscience?"

His voice was low, decadent and hoarse.

It was like a trapped beast that was strangled and screamed.

How can you be disappointed.

He liked her so much that he wished he could give her the whole world.

Does liking mean mutual choice and understanding, trust and dependence in holding hands.

But Song Zhao had a slight choice to understand him, did he trust and depend on him?

No.

Not at all.

"Song Zhao, do you really like me?"

If it is Xinyue, why is there no basic trust.

If you are happy, why hide it from him.

If Xinyue, why never consider it from his point of view?

Maybe,

Si Yu didn't dare to think about it, as soon as he thought about it, he seemed to have fallen into a bottomless abyss.

Song Zhao lowered his brows and eyes, unable to tell what it was like.

My heart is full.

She couldn't bear Si Yu's pain, but she couldn't back down a step, and said seriously, "I don't want you to be the emperor, and I like you are two different things."

The room was silent.

After a long time, Si Yu smiled, "What if I must?"

"Then we will make up,"

Song Zhao said, "I am not qualified to stop you from doing things, but I am qualified to quit. I will not let my children and my family fall into a place of infidelity."

Si Yu's face turned pale instantly.

The pain of suffocation in the chest spread, and he suddenly kissed Song Zhao's lips viciously.

Almost venting, biting like a beast.

Song Zhao frowned in pain, but did not move.

She was quiet, letting the man vent his anger.

The figures of the two overlapped and chaotically in the room, as if caught in a crazy but silent contest.

In the end, it was Si Yu who was defeated, and pressed Song Zhao's lips, "Are you willing to make up with me?"

Song Zhao's clothes were torn off, his hair was disheveled, he raised his hand to press his bleeding lips, and laughed, "Try it."

Si Yu paused for a moment, and then laughed too. He pinched her cheeks without mercy, his eyes were sick and crazy, "What the fuck is your heart made of? Huh?"