Because men practice martial arts all year round, they have thick calluses on their fingers and palms.

Song Zhao's delicate fingers were rubbed by the other party one after another, which was quite comfortable.

No one noticed it anyway.

Song Zhao earned a few times of meaning and then started to eat the refreshments in front of him as if nothing had happened.

Song Bing couldn't understand the tangled dialogue on the scene and was turning his head to talk to the general behind him.

Si Yu could stare at Song Zhao straight away, without fear of being coldly watched by his father-in-law.

Since the two of them communicated with each other, he has particularly liked to stare at Song Zhao.

The deep and beautiful peach blossom eyes were definitely staring at people, their eyes were as dark as the deep sea, and their pupils were dark and seductive.

Seeing the embroidered shoes from the hair seems like you can never see enough.

Song Zhao couldn't even eat the refreshments, so he stared at him with round eyes, "Why are you looking at me again?"

Si Yu chuckled softly, his tone was a little scattered, "Can't you watch it?"

Not that it cannot be.

but.

Song Zhao muttered, "You blink at least, otherwise I always feel that your eyes seem to want to eat my meat."

Si Yu blinked obediently, his eyes bent slightly, and he said with a breathless smile, "You should be more confident when you say this."

"ah?"

Song Zhao wrinkled his nose.

I suspect that something incompatible with me appeared in the head of the powerful minister.

Si Yu didn't want to always look at Song Zhao, but he couldn't help it.

When he secretly liked her in the past, he could only look at her secretly.

Now that she has become his fiancée, he certainly needs to see enough money.

I didn't know if I didn't look at it, but when I looked at it, I realized that the face that I had already remembered was very familiar with. Every time I looked at it, the next one looked better than the previous one.

——A Zhao’s face is so small and cute, probably the size of his slap. How could he have such a delicate face?

——The pink skirt that Ah Zhao wore today looked better than yesterday’s scarlet color, and his skin was also very white. He still remembered the touch, which was very smooth.

——What a perfect girl, she is his wife.

Very happy.

Si Yu's eyes were almost stuck to Song Zhao, and some people around him couldn't help but turn their heads and look at him a few times.

Song Zhao's ears were so hot that she said helplessly, "Don't look at it anymore, it's not that you don't know each other."

"oh."

Si Yu forced himself to move away.

The hand he clasped with her ten fingers moved, stretched his thumb, and slid his fingertips on the palm of Song Zhao's hand.

Song Zhao was also bored and went to count the strokes silently.

The result of counting is.

"I like you." He raised his eyes and stared at her, and said slowly.

"..." Song Zhao couldn't help laughing, very shallow, "You are more reserved, which fiancé is like you."

As soon as he finished speaking, Song Zhao felt a scrutiny of gaze on him.

She followed her intuition and looked at the Master Huiling in all directions.

In just a moment, the scrutiny in Master Huiling's eyes turned plain, and he turned away as if nothing had happened.

Not long afterwards, the banquet ended and everyone went back to their homes.

But Song Zhao always thought about the look of Master Huiling looking at her, as if he knew her, which made her a little uneasy.

*

Master Huiling asked to live in the prince's mansion, and Emperor Yuan Chun naturally agreed and told the prince to entertain Master Huiling for good life.

The prince took Master Huiling back to the prince's mansion, and told him about Ziwei Xingqi on the way. When he arrived at the prince's mansion, Master Huiling went to Taiji Room and saw the prince's astrology plate, and then used his props to perform new divination.

When Master Huiling was divining, the prince was waiting outside the door.
Chapter completed!