The bright light of the afternoon enveloped the two in the same halo.

He lowered his eyes against the light, and the eyebrows and eyes of the yin owl were half distinct and half dark, cutting out a stunning beauty.

The young man raised his chin slightly, and the corners of his lips were playful, so that he could enjoy the little girl's slightly discolored face for a moment.

No one in this world has ever given him kindness.

He didn't believe that Song Zhao had no plans, he had to force her to reveal her true purpose, so he deliberately asked her to feed him.

Second Miss Song is so arrogant, she looks down on a person with a humble status like him the most, and she will definitely be angry and ashamed.

Song Zhao stiffened.

The indescribable and omnipresent oppression on the other party's body was like a dark shadow shrouding her, forcing her to breathe.

Who dares to feed the murderous devil persimmons?

But if you don't feed it, will he hold a grudge?

Song Zhao felt that she didn't want to be on Si Yu's death list.

In her previous life, she was reckless and ignorant, and she offended too many powerful people before she ended up with a tragic death.

Song Zhao licked his lips lightly, stood on tiptoe, and calmly handed the persimmon to his lips.

Si Yu raised his eyebrows slightly, the two of them were close now, and he could clearly perceive her changes.

Despite the girl's efforts to show a calm expression, he still caught the dodge from the depths of her eyes.

She was scared of him.

This is Si Yu's clearest perception.

But why is that? He hasn't been exposed to anyone......

In the middle of his thoughts, he opened his mouth expressionlessly and bit the persimmon handed over.

Sharp teeth bite through the flesh, chew slowly, red juice slides down the corners of her lips, all the way to the Adam's apple under the snow-white shirt......

Charming.

Song Zhao looked away and asked embarrassedly, "Sweet, is it sweet?" ”

He pinched her wrist, and the fluffy light gauze sleeves fell down, revealing a thin white arm.

There was a sweet smell on the girl's body, and a breeze swept through the tip of her nose.

Extremely sweet.

He doesn't like sweetness, but he smells good at her.

Si Yu's throat rolled, and his expression became colder, "It's unpalatable." ”

Song Zhao, "......"

Then why don't you spit it out!

She lowered her eyebrows slightly, trying her best to endure her dissatisfaction.

From Si Yu's point of view, I saw that the little girl's eyelashes were long and dense, with a pair of cat-like eyes, and her aura was compelling.

The appearance of wanting to be angry but not daring to be angry, extremely obedient and well-behaved.

Si Yu looked at her for a moment, and there was an inexplicable breeding of bad factors in his heart.

Suddenly, he reached out his other hand and ripped off the tassel pendant from her bun.

Song Zhao combed his hair in a double flat bun, and when he pulled it so skillfully, his hair instantly loosened.

Song Zhao's eyes widened suddenly, and he looked at Si Yu in disbelief.

Si Yu calmly looked at her.

The girl's long crow-like hair poured down her shoulders, making her complexion whiter and more delicate.

Song Zhao hurriedly held his hair with his hand, and his tone was finally no longer calm, "Si Yu, you have overstepped!" ”

The woman is for the future husband to see.

How could he be so bad and move her hair in a bun outside!

From the beginning to the present, Song Zhao has been talking to him calmly, and now he finally shows his true face?

"And how are you going to clean me up?" Si Yu hooked his lips, and his low and slightly cold voice entered his eardrum like a hook, causing a tingling tremble.

Song Zhao: This person is really a pervert.

She puffed out her cheeks, threw the bitten persimmon back into his hand in anger, turned around and ran.

If you offend, you will offend, and now she has to find a corner to get her hair right.

*

Si Yu stood still, holding the missing persimmon in one hand and Song Zhao's hairpin in the other, looking indifferent.

She just left, could it be that he misunderstood?

When thinking like this, the guards of the Duan Mansion patrolled here, and at a glance they saw the persimmon and hairpin in Si Yu's hand.

"Good! How dare you steal persimmons here to eat! Don't die, don't you! ”

The head guard shouted loudly, and led his men to surround Si Yu.

The hairpin in Si Yu's hand was a high-grade jewelry, shining with golden light, blinding the faces of the guards.

The head guard looked straight, did not hide the greed in his eyes at all, and yelled at Si Yu, "Hurry up and hand over the hairpin in your hand, I won't accuse you of stealing persimmons!" ”

Si Yu instantly understood.

It turned out that this was Song Zhao's conspiracy.

Deliberately give him persimmons, and after seeing him lower his guard, he will lead these subordinates to trick him?

The boy's eyes drooped, and his eyelashes cast a shade of gray on his pale skin.

He has always known that his identity is just the object of those children of the family.

He was used to those endless frame-ups, bullying and ridicule, and his heart was like water.

But thinking that Song Zhao also had the intention of trampling on him, there was a trace of indescribable anger in his heart.

Si Yu's wrist bones were tense, the bone joints were protruding, and he crushed the persimmon in his hand.

This action fell in the eyes of the guard, and he felt that Si Yu was intending to resist, and immediately reprimanded angrily, "It seems that you are toasting and not eating and drinking, give it to me, and beat him to beg for mercy!" ”

Although Si Yu is the prince of the previous dynasty, but that is just a false name, the previous dynasty is gone, and he is just a waste without any backstage.

*

As soon as Song Zhao finished his hair, he heard the sound of a fight in the persimmon forest.

Si Yu stood in place as straight as a pine and cypress, allowing the guards to punch and kick him, without any response.

Song Zhao hurriedly walked over there, followed a piece of grass, and hid there holding his cheeks.

Because of the angle, she only saw Si Yuyin enduring the beating, but she couldn't see his hands tightly protecting her hairpin.

Looking at this scene, Song Zhao suddenly thought of a memory that had been forgotten for a long time.

In her previous life, she saved Si Yu's life.

At that time, Si Yu had already shown his edge in the government and the opposition, and he became a thorn in the side of many families, and there were many people who secretly engaged in him.

Once, Si Yu was chased by the enemy and fled to her courtyard.

He was covered in blood and was about to hang.

Song Zhao saw that he was pitiful, and the ghost sent God to save him.

At that time, if she knew that the later Si Yu would be a world-destroying king, she would definitely let him fend for himself.

Since ancient times, good and evil have not been separated.

If he was destined to destroy the Great Sheng Dynasty, then why did she leave herself a trouble?

Don't say anything to win over, just through some temptation just now, she has determined that Si Yu has been completely blackened, and it is not so easy to win over.

Song Zhao still has a lot to do next, she waited for a hundred years to be reborn, and she must not die in the hands of perverts.

Song Zhao pulled out the dagger, and a cold knife light flashed through her pupils.

Take advantage of people's illness to kill people.

Si Yu hasn't officially grown up yet, and it's easy to kill.