Song Zhao still remembered that the concubines who were later admitted to the mansion during the Duan period were all half-grown girls who were less than twelve years old.

In addition, he also built a dark room in his yard to imprison young people who had been smuggled from the homes of ordinary people...... Woman, make those poor girls ...... one by one It doesn't count, but also uses cruel means to kill him.

He thought he was seamless, but the heavens had eyes, so that once the young girl he had kidnapped escaped, and his ugly face was revealed.

The people were angry, and the joint letter alarmed Emperor Yuanchun, the son of heaven.

Emperor Yuan Chun revoked his qualifications to make meritorious contributions and beat him to a cripple.

Song Zhao's eyes were cold, and he casually found a reason to pull Song Qi away from Mrs. Duan.

Mrs. Duan didn't care about it on the surface, but in her heart she was secretly annoyed that Song Zhao had no rules.

She then pulled the paragraph period to the back, "Ziqi, didn't I ask you to please the concubine?" What are you staring at that straw bag of the Song family? ”

The paragraph period was aroused by Song Zhao's immaturity, "Mother, anyway, I am all married to the daughter of the Song family, can I choose Miss Song Er?" ”

"Are you crazy? Miss Song Er hasn't had time yet! Mrs. Duan glared at her eldest son and said in a suppressed voice, "Don't be confused, my mother knows your preferences, but Song Zhao is the golden pimple of the Song family, we can't afford to provoke the Song family now, if you attack Song Zhao, our whole family won't be able to eat and walk around." ”

He touched his nose stupidly, and a trace of pity flashed in his eyes.

Mrs. Duan analyzed the pros and cons for him, "Zi Period, you have to understand, you can't see the light of day in those things, once it is discovered, our family's reputation will be over, Song Zhao will grow up sooner or later, if she marries back, she will definitely make trouble in the family, on the contrary, Song Zhao is very easy to handle." ”

The paragraph period was awakened in an instant.

Mother is right, Song Qi is knowledgeable and reasonable, gentle and small. meaning, marrying back can not only support the façade, but also cover him up, so that he can play with it to his heart's content in the future...... Young...... Woman.

Mrs. Duan saw that her eldest son was relieved, and smiled lovingly, "Don't worry, the Song family is now a high-ranking master, and it is stared at by Emperor Yuan Chun, so you can't make a mistake."

Otherwise, how could the Song family let those high-ranking disciples not want to marry Song Qi low? It's not to alleviate Emperor Yuanchun's suspicions.

Mother thought, the Song family is afraid that she also wants to take care of our family, but the mother has already prepared a backhand, you have behaved well in the past two days, and you must coax Song Ji to obey. ”

The paragraph nodded.

Mrs. Duan chuckled, did not hide the treacherous plot in her eyes, and said, "When the marriage date is certain on the third day, the Song family will have to restrict us everywhere, and our good days are ahead!" If you still like Song Zhao at that time, it is not impossible for your mother to find an opportunity to help you get that Song Zhao to play with you. ”

The joke's eyes lit up, and he couldn't help but peek at Song Zhao again.

It just so happened that Song Zhao glanced back at the girl's harmless and cute face, but her eyes were extremely black and cold.

made Duan Ziqi can't help but fight a cold war, and there is actually a feeling of suffocation after being targeted by Lord Yama.

He hurriedly rubbed his eyes, and when he looked again, he couldn't see anything anymore, as if it was all his imagination just now,

*

On the first day of the feast, everyone talked to each other in the hall.

Song Yu took Song Qi to appear in front of everyone, Song Zhao was depressed, and sneaked to the rooftop in the backyard.

It is located on the mountainside and is surrounded by cliffs on all sides.

Under the lush pine and cypress trees in the distance, Si Yu, dressed in an ivory white collared robe, was sitting at a stone table, playing against himself.

Song Zhao looked at this scene in amazement.

The sun was shining, and it was shining through the branches of the trees.

He holds a black chess piece in his hand, his fingertips are slender and white, and the whole scene is like a landscape painting with rich ink and color.