A picture appeared in Song Zhao's mind uncontrollably.

On the dark and windy night, she ran forward in a panic. Si Yu carried a big knife on his shoulder behind her, chasing her like a hungry wolf.

"Little lady, don't run away~" He laughed slutty, and easily chased after her, blocked her, teasing her very unfairly, "Let your husband take off your clothes~ You can take off your clothes. If you don't believe it, your husband will demonstrate to you."

Song Zhao then stared at the man in a daze and began to take off his clothes one by one...

Alas.

The powerful ministers are so perverted.

Song Zhao rubbed his arms and couldn't help laughing, but deep down in his heart... he was inexplicably looking forward to it?

"What are you laughing at?" Si Yu glanced at him, always feeling that the little girl was making up for her, and her fingers were gently rubbing her waistline with irregular fingers.

"Don't scratch me." Song Zhao twisted sensitively and raised his bright eyes, "You haven't answered me yet, how is my outdoor room playing? Are you qualified?"

"What do you think?"

Of course, Song Zhao felt that she played very well. When she met Si Yu's unpredictable eyes, she blinked proudly, "I just said I can act very well!"

Si Yu stared at her for a while.

He raised the corners of his lips little by little, and then a magnetic smile slowly overflowed from his throat.

Song Zhao became even more proud.

I wish I could give myself a seal-like applause on the spot.

If this were in the modern world, she would definitely win the Oscar for Best Actress Award.

The girl's arrogant look was so cute... Si Yu wanted to bite her into her mouth.

The fingers that fell on her waistline slid inadvertently and hit Xuan'er in her waist.

It's really too sensitive.

Song Zhao let out a very subtle voice, "Oh, don't touch me."

She subconsciously shrank back like a frightened bird, but found that there was nowhere to hide, so she could only pluck her cheeks and declare seriously, "I don't sell myself for my skills!"

"No, I'm very impressed by the little lady's role," he pinched her earlobe, and watched the girl's fair ear tips turn into bloody red bit by bit.

Can't help it,

He leaned over and kissed him, and said hoarsely, "Your husband is all involved in the show... I couldn't help it for a while. I really thought you were going to serve you."

The man's breathing was so hot that he just blew it straight into her ears.

Song Zhao's breathing was a little rapid. He looked at the carriage for a while before he came to his senses. He blushed and turned his eyes away, "Why are you not as professional as a person?"

She turned her head slightly, her neck was lengthened, and her skin on the side of her neck was fair and delicate, and her lines were amazing.

Si Yu licked the corner of his lower lip and smiled like a bad fox. He suddenly took her earlobe and took a heavy bite, saying in depression, "Yes, the little man is not as good as the little lady. I'll bother you to give me more advice in the future."

Song Zhao exclaimed softly, as if it was over-electricity, a numbness surged from the vertebrae of the tail, and a mist suddenly surged out of his eyes.

"Don't let me hear you call someone else's brother in the future." His eyes were deep, and he let go of her and sat upright, as if it was just a pure move.

Song Zhao touched his earlobe and his whole body became hot.

Is this the price you have to pay to be a powerful minister and an outdoor room?

"I can only call me a brother alone." Seeing that she didn't say anything, Si Yu's nasal voice was low and he was pressing against the dryness.

Song Zhao was silent.

She slowly got up and sat down.

Asked, tilted his head,

"Although... have you asked my three brothers about this?"

Si Yu, “…”

Oh, careless.

*

The atmosphere in the car is a bit ambiguous.

Song Zhao lifted the pearl curtain to breathe.

I happened to catch a glimpse of the scene where several rows of soldiers gathered together and whispered.

They are all rough men, and they speak loudly, without caring about the occasion at all.

"You said that the master was broken into a boy's body. How long can he last this time...?"

"The master is powerful and mighty, and he can definitely go up one hour at a time."

"It's not that I don't give my master face, the key is based on my opinion as a person who has experienced it.

The man was very fast for the first time... Especially after so many years of being excited, I think it's only a quarter of an hour..."

Hey, we are all excited to talk about this, so we got together to discuss this topic.

Someone asked Di Ji, "You have been with your master for the longest time and understand your master's energy the best. How long do you think your master can last?"

Di Jie's face was as dark as the bottom of the pot, the veins clenched in his fists burst out, and he gritted his teeth, "I'm ashamed."

That damn woman, in order to make her master fascinated, was willing to sell her appearance.

Yun Xiu clenched his fist tightly.

She is obviously not bad either.

The master would rather find a woman on the side of the road to solve her needs than consider her?

It seems that her plan this time must be implemented.

"The wind is whistling and the Yishui is cold, and the heroes will never return once they leave!" Fu Nanqian beat his chest and stamped his feet, imitating the poets who wrote sour poems, and made a sad conclusion, "The Grand Governor is no longer the pure Grand Governor..."

Ahem.

Song Zhao's cough came.

The discussion came to an abrupt end. Everyone turned around and saw Si Yu putting his chin out of the car window, looking at this side with an extremely cold look.

The eyes were gloomy and gloomy, as if they were about to turn into a wild wolf and swallow them.

"No, you're done?" Fu Nanqian was shocked, and was extremely unbelievable, blurted out, "The Grand Governor has not even been half a quarter of an hour?"

Song Zhao, “…”

Soldiers, "..."

A look of terror and meaningful look.

It turns out that the master is a master who is less than half a quarter of an hour!

Si Yu's forehead thrusts and thunders.

Who has less than half a quarter of an hour?

I don’t even look at how old Mrs. Song is, he is not a beast?!

Seeing Si Yu's face dark, Song Zhao raised his bright eyebrows and eyes that were half-covered with a tulle smile, maintaining his dignity for him, and his voice was melodious, "You misunderstood, I've taken off my clothes for more than half a quarter of an hour~"

"What?" Fu Nanqian was even more shocked, "Why didn't the Grand Governor take off his pants and surrender directly?!"

Song Zhao, “…”

I suspect you are talking about something disharmonious, but unfortunately I can't come up with evidence.

The soldiers looked at each other in a very complicated manner, and even the expression on Di Ji's face became a little subtle.

They finally understood.

No wonder the master didn't look for a woman before... It turned out that it was because of that... ahem, it was a bit quick...

"Look at what you said is quite interesting?" Si Yu pinched his eyebrows, his mood was very low. "Do you want me to surrender once?"

Everyone quickly turned their backs and focused on the road, and they only ate gossip in their hearts.

Fu Nanqian's expression at this moment when he saw Song Zhao's expression changed from grievance to sympathy.

He rode a tall horse around her, looked up and down at her, lowered his voice, and sighed in a tone.

"It's really a pain for you."

Song Zhao, "?"
Chapter completed!