The white beauty naturally said yes.

Wang Meiren looked at the strawberries on Song Zhao's fingertips and couldn't help but swallow her saliva.

Strawberries are a rare commodity, and most people can't eat them.

She saw the maid pass by this morning with strawberries, and she wanted to eat both, but she was refused.

But Song Zhao can eat the whole plate by himself.

She suppressed the sour water in her heart and spoke resentfully, "Miss Song, the slave maid is the concubine given by the queen mother to the governor of the capital, and it stands to reason that she should enjoy a share in the palace."

However, the governor asked the slaves and maids to pay the rent and food, and the slaves and maids did not have much money, and they could not afford to pay for their daily food and clothing. ”

Si Yu's manipulation of Wang Meiren last night, Biqing had already told Song Zhao.

She wanted to laugh a little, but she held back and said lightly, "According to the rules, only noble concubines can enjoy their due share." The concubine is just a slave and a maid, and if the slave and maid want to be a slave, they have to do what the slave and maid should do. ”

Wang Meiren gritted her teeth, "But what the slave should do is to sleep for the governor of the capital." The Metropolitan Governor does not let the slaves and maids sleep, what can the slaves and maids do? ”

Song Zhao was disdainful, "You don't have the ability to succeed in serving the house, and you still want to eat and drink for nothing in the mansion?" Do you think you're still a baby, and the whole world is your mother? ”

Wang Meiren, "......"

How can this suffocating feeling be so familiar.

The angry attitude of the Song family girl is almost on par with that of most metropolitan governors.

Please come out.

Wang Meiren couldn't suppress the resentment in her body, and said to Bai Meiren angrily, "That Song Zhao is really a big show, but it's just a little girl, can she really regard herself as a housewife?" Isn't it because of the favor of the Metropolitan Governor that he can show off his power here? What kind of thing is she! ”

Bai Meiren comforted, "Sister Wang is angry, she is under the eaves, and she has to bow her head."

The Metropolitan Governor attaches great importance to her, and there is no housewife in the house, so we can only be managed by her. ”

When Wang Meiren heard this, the flame in her heart not only did not fade, but burned brightly.

Bai Meiren observed Wang Meiren's emotional ups and downs, and said casually, "Do you remember?" When we came, the queen mother reminded us and asked us to hook the governor as soon as possible, so as to separate him from the Song girl. If we want to come to the Song family girl in this mansion for a day, it is impossible for us to successfully hook up the Metropolitan Governor! ”

A cold light flashed in Wang Meiren's eyes.

She snorted coldly, "Wait and see, it's just a hairy girl, I can't clean her up, can I?" ”

*

After Si Yu sent Song Zhao back to the dormitory, he went to the study to deal with military affairs.

However, all he thought about in his mind was Song Zhao spitting out the truth after drinking, and he couldn't calm down.

He once thought that Song Zhao liked him, so he would be kind to him, and repeatedly sacrificed his life to save him.

Even if he later knew that Song Zhao had no intention of him, but for those three times to save his life, he felt that even if Song Zhao didn't like him, he still had a good impression of him.

Yet the truth is so cruel and realistic.

If he had known, he might as well not ask.

At least you can still leave some beautiful fantasies in your heart.

Fu Nanqian pushed the door in, looked at Si Yu's unyielding appearance, and raised his eyebrows, "What's wrong with the Grand Duke?" It's like falling out of love again. ”

Si Yu asked suddenly.

"Fu Nanqian, what should I do to make Song Zhao like me?"

Fu Nanqian shook the folding fan and said with a smile, "I have no experience in love, and I don't know." ”

Si Yu glanced at him with a "you're just a waste" expression.