Not far away, a figure quickly flashed out of the woods, that person was extremely thin and slender, when he saw the other party's face clearly, Song Zhao's body stiffened, and his back suddenly chilled.

Is that...... Si Yu [yù]!

In the afternoon, the sun was very strong, sifting through the fine branches and shuttling down, shining on the little boy in the black robe, but he didn't feel half warm.

He walked in the dappled light and shadow, and the innate fierce coercion in his bones and blood made him exude a sense of dignity that could not be described in any words, making people unattainable.

He was born handsome, with very white skin, red lips and black hair, and a beautiful bone.

The beautiful facial features that make you ashamed of yourself are enough to tarnish everything.

It's a pity that this man is a devil.

Duan Yunsui's puzzled voice came, "Sister Zhaozhao, what are you staring at Si Yu, don't you know him?" ”

Song Zhao turned his head and quickly covered the complexity in his eyes.

Si Yu had a rough life and was the only surviving fourth prince of the previous dynasty.

In the previous dynasty, the heirs of the first emperor were not prosperous, and there was only one prince under his knees, Si Yu, but unfortunately Si Yu was born too late and had no chance to inherit the throne.

Today's son is the son of the clan succeeded by the first emperor.

When the first emperor died, Si Yu was not yet four years old and was not qualified to be a fief.

It stands to reason that he should be buried with his concubines, because the first emperor ordered him to spare his life.

But because of this, he has become a very embarrassing existence for the royal family, the prince is not the prince, and the prince is not the prince.

When today's son doesn't care about him at all, let him fend for himself in the palace.

In order to survive, Si Yu walked on thin ice, did not dare to take the lead in everything, and became a down-and-out royal companion.

Now he was sixteen and a half years old, and everyone was a straw bale, fragile and harmless, and unmotivated.

But only Song Zhao knew that all this was just because he would forbear.

Don't erupt in silence, pervert in silence.

This sentence is simply tailor-made for Si Yu.

Within a year after the defeat of the Song family, he rebelled, and the down-and-out young man who used to be bullied by everyone became a hellish killing god that everyone feared.

It's fine if it's just a simple rebellion, but he's a maverick.

Probably because he was abused too much in his childhood, his mind was distorted, and he hated the world.

After the rebellion was successful, he turned on the killing mode and killed everyone in the Dasheng Dynasty, causing the lives to be ruined, the corpses were everywhere, and the Dasheng Dynasty perished.

In the middle of his thoughts, Si Yu had already strode over, holding a basket full of persimmons in his hand, and put it on the small stone table next to him with an expressionless face.

"That's all there is to it, go pick more." Duan Yunsui shook the folding fan and shouted at Si Yu dissatisfiedly, making the call justified.

Duan Yunsui went to Shoufu's house yesterday as a guest, and when he saw Si Yu there, he begged to come over and be his companion for two days.

He just wanted Song Zhao to see how majestic he was to be able to summon the prince of the previous dynasty.

As everyone knows, this scene fell in Song Zhao's eyes, and he only felt that Duan Yunsui was frantically tempting on the verge of death.

Si Yu is a black-eyed man, and he must be compared, and at the beginning of his reign, he destroyed all those who had bullied him.

Song Zhao thought that Si Yu must have prepared a killing list in private, and all those who were sorry for him had to die.

Sure enough, as soon as Duan Yunsui finished speaking, Si Yu looked up with a smile, cold and impatient appeared in his cold eyes, and stared at him gloomily and indifferently.

The amorous peach blossom eyes were born on his face, showing endless immersion.

It was as if thousands of years of snow had piled up at the corners of his eyes and eyebrows, cold to the bones.

The demeanor of the big guy is extremely difficult to mess with.

Duan Yunsui took two steps back in inexplicable fear, and soon felt that how could he be frightened by a waste that was inferior to himself? was about to open his mouth to scold and save face.

Song Zhao stopped his death in time, and said crisply, "Duan Yunsui, I thought that persimmons are more delicious when made into persimmons, you go to the kitchen and ask someone to dry these persimmons!" ”

When Duan Yunsui heard this, he immediately responded, and walked away with a persimmon.

There were no people around, and there were only two people left at the moment.

Si Yu stood sideways, half of his face in the shadows.

He looked at Song Zhao thoughtfully, his pupils were thick black, and inside it was like a dormant beast, revealing its fierce fangs at any time.

Song Zhao was terrified by his staring.