Song Zhao frowned and thought that the powerful minister didn't want to say anything, so he raised his head and smiled at him with a light and soft tone.

"Fourth brother, just reveal a little information to me~"

Let's act like a spoiled person again.

Si Yu gently pulled the corner of his lower lip.

He sat down with his robe, stretched his jaw with one hand, and spoke lazyly.

"Come on."

The top-up eyes were extremely aggressive and stared at her with a smile.

Excessively seductive.

Song Zhao supported his hands on the edge of the desk, and supported his upper body to approach him.

Si Yu suddenly overturned the book case and took the opportunity to carry the little girl full of her arms.

A sweet breath came to my face, which was the taste of my memory that I had been greedy for for many years.

He had no expression on his face and gently kissed Cuidian on her forehead with thin lips.

Song Zhao was stunned.

She stared at her eyes as if she was foolish, and the prince was forgotten.

He hugged him in his arms, the young man's face was clear and smooth, and his dark and deep peach blossom eyes seemed to be dyed with a gentle halo.

Si Yu pinched Song Zhao's face.

The little girl's eyes were covered with a layer of mist, and she seemed a little helpless.

"Brother, my dear sister, are you a problem?" He found a reasonable explanation for his behavior.

Since Song Jinfu opened the door to a new world for him, he wanted to treat her like this.

"But..." She was kissed by her brother when she was very young!

Si Yu raised his eyebrows gently and stared at her without blinking.

He bent his lips and his voice lightly.

It's a vaguely lingering and affectionate meaning.

"Azhao called me brother, of course I want to love you."

...

Song Zhao left in a daze.

But Si Yu became irritated.

He seriously realized a very serious problem.

The little girl is twelve years old and it’s time to kiss her if she doesn’t have two years.

If Song Bingyou wanted her to marry the prince, what should he do?

Although the little girl was infatuated with him, the prince was also a slut.

Although he is not as good as him, he is the future crown prince after all.

What if his little girl can't resist the bewitching and fall in love with someone else...

It seems that he can no longer hide his weaknesses and must become famous in advance.

At the very least, you must have the identity of entering and leaving the little girl.

*

Song Zhao got on the carriage and went to the prince's mansion. She gradually calmed down and discovered a problem.

Do the powerful ministers seem to be a little nice to her?

He even called him Ah Zhao, but he really treated her as his sister.

Does this mean that she and the Song family have not yet been on the list of deaths of powerful ministers?

If she could be so harmonious, maybe she could let him go...

As he thought, when the carriage passed by Wen's house, Song Zhao specially picked Wen Nuo up and went with him.

"Zhao Zhao'er, are you really going? There will definitely be many noble girls today, waiting to see you joke."

The ladies in the capital are of the same age, and they are all large families behind them. It is common for them to eat tea and feast on weekdays and compete with each other.

Song Zhao, who was born with a noble background and did not know his knowledge, could not help but become the object of despise everyone.

Wen Nuo picked up a flower cake and ate it with melancholy.

In fact, she knew best that Zhao Zhao was not a fool, but Zhao Zhao didn't want to learn it.

Song Zhao supported his chin and replied lazily, "The rumors end with the wise."

"But it's not just mentally retarded." Wen Nuo said in a surprising way.

Song Zhao smiled.

Glutinous is the real wise and foolish one.

She ate the tea, "So you have to speak with facts."

Wen Nuo tilted her head.

The sisters seem to be very confident.

She was in a flash and said, "Zhaozhao, why are you getting better and better? Your skin has improved a lot. Hey, you actually use the fragrant Chinese powder! That's the best thing!"

The country's color is a newly launched powder shop. The powder and spices sold in it are exquisite and expensive, and the effect is excellent on the face.

Not only can it perfectly cover skin blemishes, but it can also protect the skin.

But that's very expensive.

"Do you like it? I've brought some for you too." Song Zhao pushed a basket over.

It is filled with rouge powder produced by Guose Shengxiang.

"Wow! So much, Zhaozhao, you are so rich!" Wen Nuo was so happy, and didn't ask how Song Zhao came from.

Song Zhao coughed lightly, "I have friends who work in the country, so they don't need money to buy it. If you use it up in the future, just look for me!"

"Zhaozhao, you are really my good sister. If I have a bite from now on, you will definitely have it!"

Wen Nuo took out a paper bag containing the sauce elbow from her cuffs and stuffed it into Song Zhao's hand with loyalty.
Chapter completed!