Si Yu has always been the one who takes the initiative.

He knew clearly what he wanted and must get it.

Even if you do anything.

Only for Song Zhao, he used all his gentleness and patience in this life, and wanted her to take the initiative to throw herself into his arms.

In this way, she will feel happy.

Song Zhao's heartbeat was slightly unbalanced.

In the confusion of candle fire, the powerful minister looked at her with dark eyes and depression.

It seems like the moonlight on the top of the mountain is under heavy storm and rain.

She felt like warm water was poured in her heart, as if she wanted to arouse all the emotions in her heart, and she agreed to all his requests regardless of everything.

Si Yu suddenly grabbed her hand.

At some point, her hand clenched into a small fist, crystal clear, like a white pearl.

Hold it in the palm of your hand, tender.

His big hands were closed and he could completely wrap her fist.

He bowed his head and kissed the back of his hand restraint.

Very strange.

He was not kissing her hands, but she seemed to be able to feel the wet touch through his palm.

With a numb and numb warmth, her chest became hot.

"Or, let me be more blunt."

The man stared at her with a heavy look, like a patient wolf.

The Adam's apple was extremely enthusiastic, his voice was hoarse, domineering and crazy, "I'm going to pay, can I do it?"

Song Zhao's throat was dry and he suddenly frowned, "It hurts."

Only then did Si Yu realize that he had used too much force.

I immediately let go, turned around and poured myself a cup of strong wine, raised my head and started drinking.

Her fair neck and Adam's apple rolled down, making her sexy and confusing.

Song Zhao looked at it and swallowed.

The man's voice was even more hoarse, "You can speak, okay, or not?"

Song Zhao bit his lips tightly, then resisted the urge to nod and spoke quietly, "If I did something bad, would you still want to marry me?"

Si Yu continued to drink, keeping his throat down and disregarded, "Will my sister be so upright, she can't do anything well?"

Song Zhao was extremely ashamed, and she lowered her head.

In the clear eyes, there are some uncontrollable emotions, suppressed and bitter.

He choked his neck and said, "Suppose."

The words are over.

He looked up and met her slightly nervous gaze, and said in a bad way, "What is good and what is bad? Everyone has a different definition.

For me, marrying you is the best thing."

Song Zhao wanted to refute it when he heard it.

She was not as good as he thought.

At least she has not reached the passing line yet, which can give her the confidence to tell those unbearable truths.

"Song Zhao."

He called her.

With the movement of lowering eyes, a few drops of wine followed his cold Adam's apple, slowly rolled down with the curve of his swallowing, sinking into his open collar.

"I really can't stand it for long."

Song Zhao couldn't resist it, and finally slowly relaxed, "I want to be my county horse, but I have very high requirements."

“…”

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This night, the imperial city was not peaceful.

The South Vietnamese delegation sent a document to Emperor Yuan Chun.

Emperor Yuan Chun looked at it and directly overturned the table.

The eunuchs were so scared that they knelt on the ground, fearing that they would be vented, so they secretly invited Emperor Gu to rescue him.

No matter how angry Emperor Yuan Chun was, as long as he looked at Empress Gu's face, he would quickly calm down.

Empress Gu came upon hearing the news and gently gave hot tea to Emperor Yuan Chun, who was gloomy. "Master, why are you so angry?"
Chapter completed!