Song Zhao has lived in the Governor's Office for the past half month.

Except for the five-day holiday, she went to Canglan College to study with Dean Fang on time during the day.

Yin Wanyang has taken leave in the past half month.

She only took the time to go back to the college to attend class the afternoon before her father's wedding.

As we all know, Yin Wanyang is the only daughter of the prince's tutor, and can live in the prince's mansion and meet the prince every day.

It was originally envied.

Unexpectedly, the prince's tutor suddenly got his brainstorm and married a widow with a stubborn bottle as his wife.

In the future, there will be such a glorious life for a widow who cannot be promoted to become his mother and Yin Wanyang, but that's the end.

If the widow turns around and has another son, Yin Wanyang is very likely to lose favor.

Therefore, everyone tacitly thought that Yin Wanyang was hiding at home and crying.

However, Yin Wanyang, who appeared in front of everyone, was as confident and proud as ever, and his eyes were full of light.

Everyone was quite confused.

Could it be that you were too irritated?

Only Song Zhao knew the reason.

She was wondering if Yin Wanyang could handle this and asked her to watch a big show she missed in her previous life.

It seems that it's OK now.

After school.

Yin Wanyang came to Dean Fang to teach outside Song Zhao's attic.

Seeing Song Zhao come out of it, she blocked Song Zhao's way out with a refreshed spirit, and raised her lips proudly, "Song Zhao, do you really want to know whether I have found a handle for Xia Qingyao and her daughter? If you beg me, I can barely satisfy your curiosity!"

Song Zhao raised his eyebrows.

She said slowly, "I have sent the method to you. If you can't find it, then I really doubt whether your brain leads to the intestines."

"Song Zhao!"

Yin Wanyang blushed instantly.

She widened her eyes fiercely, her chest fluctuated violently, and took a deep breath, "Can't you say something nice? Do you know how annoying it?"

Song Zhao put his hands in his sleeve.

He walked forward slowly and refused to talk to her.

She lowered her eyes, her eyelashes were long and dense, delicate and beautiful.

Yin Wanyang followed her abnormally.

He put his hands behind his back, thought for a while, and asked with confidence, "Song Zhao, what have you learned after you have learned divination with Dean Fang for so long?"

Song Zhao half-squinted his eyes, his eyes were cold and cold, "What does it have to do with you?"

"After I've helped you solve the problem with Xia Qingyao and his daughter. You should always say thank you to me. Of course, I don't need to thank you verbally. As long as you teach you what Dean Fang teaches you, secretly."

Yin Wanyang said in a gifted tone.

Song Zhao stopped.

He turned his head slightly and looked at her in surprise.

Yin Wanyang's mahogany, "What's your look?"

"No..." Song Zhao paused, probably thinking about what words to use to describe the feeling at this moment, and then sneered quietly,

"I'm quite curious. What kind of heavy blow did your brain suffer to speak such goose words."

Yin Wanbai was so angry that her myocardial infarction, "You said I am a goose?"

Song Zhao sneered lightly.

Yin Wanyang pressed his eyebrows, probably feeling that what he said was too unreasonable, and he whispered, "Then I'll ask you for advice, right?"

You also know that I will marry the prince and become the princess in the future. If you can teach me, I can help the prince, and you will be considered a contribution."

The expression on Song Zhao's face did not change.

He just smiled slightly and glanced at her unfathomable.

Yin Wanyang felt a chill inexplicably.
Chapter completed!