Song Zhao's eyebrows moved slightly, and his body was leaning half on Si Yu's knees, and he looked at Yin Wanyang lazily.

She could understand Yin Wanyang's thoughts very well.

It was raining so heavily outside that if she went out to catch the rain, she would inevitably be wet by the rain and would look indecent.

So I wanted to pull myself up and I wouldn't be embarrassed if I had someone to accompany me.

"Don't go."

Yin Wanyang had known that Song Zhao would refuse, so she whispered, "It is natural for a wife to serve her husband. The marquis worked hard all the way, but other things could be served by the servants.

However, the princess still needs to do it himself if she touches her skin like Yuzu."

Si Yu raised his eyebrows and glanced at Yin Wanyang, "This is reasonable."

Yin Wanyang smiled, "Princess, look, even the marquis said so—"

Si Yu turned to Song Zhao and whispered, "You haven't washed up tonight, I'll get you water and wash your feet."

"Don't go." Song Zhao refused, "It's too cold outside, it's okay to bear it for a night."

"I am thick-skinned and not afraid of the cold." Si Yu patted Song Zhao's head, straightened her body, picked up a clean wooden barrel and went out.

Yin Wanyang was shocked. She knew that Si Yu favored Song Zhao very much, but she didn't expect that she could favor Song Zhaoyuzu so much!?

Where is the dignity of the royal prince!?

She bit her lip, without comparison, there was no harm. The sourness that had never happened before in this moment rushed into her mind, and she couldn't help but say, "No matter how much the Marquis favored the princess, he should understand that Yuzu should be a woman serving a man. You are like this, it really goes against common sense and example."

Si Yu left her only a back, "Only whether she wants or not, no whether she should or not."

A simple sentence expresses the difference between him and the prince's treatment of his wife to the fullest.

When Yin Wanyang was stunned, Si Yu had already received the water and came back.

The prince urged him, and Yin Wanyang went to collect the water with red eyes.

By the time she took back the water with a wet body, Si Yu had already taken away all the hay in the house, set up a fire, and heated the cold rainwater in the only iron pot.

Si Yu asked Song Zhao to sit on the windowsill, rolled up his sleeves and squatted in front of Song Zhao.

Seeing his movements, Song Zhao immediately shrank his legs, "I'll do it myself."

Si Yu held her legs and said without any doubt, "Hold on your feet and don't fall down."

The prince looked coldly and laughed out loud, "The Marquis is so elegant and happy to serve women. It's true that he is really a man's favorite."

The personal guard behind him laughed out loud.

The Black Shield Army muttered unconvincedly, "What's wrong with serving the woman?"

Even a man can be a man with a peerless beauty like a princess!”

They just took into account that the other party was the prince, and they didn't refute loudly and were obliterated by the other party's laughter.

Yin Wanyang hugged her arms and was stunned. Men were humiliated by serving women, but she was so envious of Song Zhao for being favored.

"What are you stunned? Let me take my shoes off." The prince's voice rang out.

Si Yu immediately took off Song Zhao's embroidered shoes and silk socks.

Azhao's little feet are white, tender and cute, only half the size of a palm.

Song Zhao curled up his toes and hooked Si Yu's palm.

"Brother..." she whispered, "I'll do it myself."

Si Yu understood that Song Zhao was awkward.

He bent his lips, hid Song Zhao's feet in his wide sleeves, turned his head and asked Fu Nanqian to come over to block the light for him.

"Turn around, don't look."

Fu Nanqian was speechless.

He stood behind Si Yu with his back toward him, blocking other people's sight.

Si Yu then pinched Song Zhao's toes and smiled, "No one will see it."

"Aren't you a human?" Song Zhao curled his lips, "Only the husband can see a woman's feet, we are not married yet."

Si Yu raised his eyebrows, "I remember that the woman's radiance was also for my husband to see. You can calculate it yourself, how many times have you radiated to this marquis?"

Song Zhao was speechless.

Si Yu smiled, soaked Song Zhao's feet in hot water, and carefully pressed her foot acupoint to relieve fatigue.

I walked all day and was cold again. I could soak my feet once at night. Don’t say it, it was really enjoyable.

The night rain mixed with the cold wind whistling outside the house.

The small space that Si Yu specially separated became the alone world for them.

Song Zhao grabbed the window coffin with his hand and looked at Si Yu obediently.

The powerful minister knelt on one knee, earnestly giving her a lot of money, without any disdain.

It is obvious that men are indecent to serve women, but powerful ministers never complain about her because of the thoughts of others.

He is excellent to himself.

Song Zhao leaned over slightly and reached out to touch the bridge of the man Gao Ying's nose.

Si Yu raised his eyes and looked at each other.

Song Zhao's ears were slightly red, and his eyes were as bright as the gurgling stream. "Thank you for your hard work, let's come in together."

Si Yu bent his thin lips and asked reservedly, "Aren't you shy?"

Song Zhao snorted in a low voice, "I've been sleeping in the same bed, who cares about such trivial matters?"

Listening to Fu Nanqian who had completely followed the journey, "..."

You still care about my single dog’s mood? Beast!

The sound of water from Si Yu and Song Zhao soaking their feet together reached the prince's side.

At that time, the prince was enduring the biting chill and tentatively poked his feet into the wooden barrel.

Suddenly, when he heard Si Yu's unconcealed laughter, a nameless fire came out.

Yin Wanyang held the prince's ankle, his hands were so cold that they were red, and he sniffed, "Your Highness, don't you want to wash it anymore?"

"It's so cold, how do you wash it alone?" The prince kicked over the wooden barrel. Regardless of whether the water splashed on Yin Wanyang, he turned around and went to the inner room to rest.

*

Late at night, everyone was resting.

The rain stopped for only one hour.

Song Zhao slept halfway through and suddenly felt a little uncomfortable, so he got up and went to the backyard where the food was stored to get water to drink.

When I went there, I happened to run into Yin Wanyang who was stealing food.

The two girls looked at each other in the darkness.

Yin Wanyang was holding a steamed bun in his hand, and was embarrassed to hold his hand behind him.

"It's just a steamed bun. I'll give you money when I go back to Beijing." Yin Wanyang stretched his neck and tried to make himself seem confident.

Song Zhao was not so stingy that a steamed bun was also petty. She said slowly, "Ten taels."

Yin Wanyang glared, "Do you want ten taels of steamed buns for a penny?"

"The situation is different. Steamed buns usually cost a cent. Nowadays, some people cannot buy a grain of rice for 100 taels. This is because of the friendship between classmates."

"Ten taels are ten taels." Yin Wanyang said angrily.

She walked around Song Zhao and walked into the house.

Song Zhao still wanted to pull her, "Yin Wanyang, you can eat this steamed bun yourself."

Yin Wanyang paused, "Your Highness is so hungry, I can tolerate it."

"What those who can truly appreciate you always appreciate is your proud look." Song Zhao summarized his previous life experience to her, "not your pretending to be humble and pleasing."

Yin Wanyang sneered, "Song Zhao, I'm different from you."

She said, "So many people love you, of course you can say such easy words.

And I have no one to love, I can't be proud of it."
Chapter completed!