When he was satisfied, Song Zhao tilted his head slightly and showed a cold and weird smile.

The prince just felt creepy, and the feeling of déjà being about to be tricked was strong.

His tongue touched the lower teeth, looked at Song Zhao deeply, and turned around and left.

After discussing the matter of marrying Song Zhao, he had to go and make arrangements with his mother and be wary of losing again.

Duan Yunsui also followed the prince and before leaving, he habitually looked at Song Zhao for a moment.

Nowadays, Zhaozhao's sister has become increasingly unfamiliar with him.

After the prince left, Song Zhao let out a breath of turbid air and turned around and met Si Yu's cold eyes.

The man hooked his purse with his fingertips, pinched it thoughtfully, and said with a smile, "How can our little Azhao embroider the purse?"

Song Zhao touched the tip of his nose.

Inexplicably awkward, she said in a low voice, "That was just embroidered by me when I was young and ignorant... Just pretend you didn't see it, can you do it?"

She really doesn't remember the purse.

However, the prince of the dog said it was embroidered by ten years old. I think it was because his father had the intention of surrendering to the prince at that time. He once told her to make good friends with the prince, so she embroidered the purse.

Song Zhao didn't take this kind of sesame thing to heart.

But it just made the powerful minister hit him right away.

In the modern world, it is not worth mentioning that women embroidered a purse for men, but in ancient times, it was a bit ambiguous.

Si Yu raised his hand and pinched his straight nose bridge, looking at the little girl's guilty and short-sighed look.

It seemed to be ridiculous, and he actually smiled angrily, "Can you deliver purses to a foreign man if you are young and ignorant?"

Song Zhao looked at the sky and the earth but didn't look at him. He jumped back and his voice rose, "You're ignorant... Children are easy to be fooled... so it's not my responsibility."

"Easy to be fooled?" Si Yu murmured in a low voice, frowned and thought about something.

Song Zhao nodded seriously and was honest.

"Then can I fool you?"

Si Yu bent down slightly, the Adam's apple slowly rolled down, and he leaned closer to say,

"Little kid, let's have a brother."

“…”

Song Zhao's heart beat hard, and he pushed away his face in disgust, "What are you talking about? How can I be so easy to fool?"

Si Yu didn't want to fool him, but he just felt that it was good to tease the kitten. He stood up straight when he heard this, and his peach blossom eyes stared at her for a moment.

"You'd better be."

He laughed with a long breath, "Or I'll break your legs."

“…”

So cruel.

She, she likes it!

Song Zhao hooked his eyebrows and brought the topic over, "Brother, have you arranged the matter about Furong?"

Furong is the beauty that Song Zhao prepared for Emperor Yuan Chun.

Si Yu nodded, responded casually, and naturally put his fingertips into his arms.

"Go to the paddock."

"Um..." Song Zhao blinked, hurriedly followed a few steps, reminding him, "You throw away that purse..."

Si Yu walked casually, "What purse?"

Song Zhao suspected that the powerful minister did it on purpose. She didn't want to mention the prince because of this, and muttered in a low voice, "Just the black and ugly purse you just held..."

"Heihei Chou..." Si Yu thought for a moment and asked gently, "Can you give me a specific and visual prompt?"

Song Zhao suddenly choked, his little face turned a little red, and he said slowly, "The one who embroidered the hen..."

Si Yu raised his eyebrows and felt a little teasing, "I don't have hens, only a bunch of hens."
Chapter completed!