Song Zhao wrinkled his nose, thinking that Lord Quan Chen didn't want to say it, so he raised his head and smiled at him, his tone was light and soft.

"Fourth brother, you just reveal some information to me~"

Let's be coquettish again.

Si Yu tugged at the corner of his lower lip.

He sat down in his robe, supported his jaw with one hand, and opened his mouth lazily.

"Come over again."

The raised tails of his eyes, extremely aggressive, stared at her with a smile.

Overly sultry.

Song Zhao propped his hands on the edge of the bookcase, propping up his upper body and approaching him.

Si Yu coldly flipped over the book case and hugged the little girl with a full embrace.

The sweet smell came to my face, and it was the taste that I had been greedy for many years in my memory.

His face was expressionless, and his thin lips gently kissed Cui Tian on her forehead.

Song Zhao was stunned.

Her eyes widened dumbly, and all the princes were forgotten outside the clouds.

Hugged by him, the lines of the young man's face were clear and profound, and his dark and deep peach blossom eyes seemed to be dyed with a gentle halo.

Si Yu pinched Song Zhao's face.

The little girl's black and white cat eyes were covered with a layer of fog, and she looked a little helpless.

"Brother and sister, there is a problem?" He found a plausible explanation for his actions.

Since Song Jinfu opened the door to a new world for him, he wanted to do this to her.

But...... "She was only kissed by her brother at a very young age!"

Si Yu raised his eyebrows lightly and stared at her without blinking.

He curled his lips and lowered his voice.

It's vaguely lingering.

"Xiao Ah Zhao called me brother, of course my brother wants to hurt you."

……

Song Zhao left in a daze.

Si Yu became dry.

He was seriously aware of a very serious problem.

The little girl is twelve years old, and in less than two years, it will be time to say goodbye.

If Song Yu wanted her to marry the prince, what should he do?

Although the little girl was infatuated with him, the prince was also like a dog.

Although he is not as good as him, he is the prince after all.

What if the little girl in his family can't resist the bewitchment and empathizes......

It seems that he can't hide it anymore, and he has to make a name for himself in advance.

At the very least, you must be able to enter and exit with the little girl.

*

Song Zhao got into the carriage and went to the prince's mansion, and when she gradually calmed down, she found a problem.

Lady Kwon seems to be a little kind to her, right?

also called him Ah Zhao, he really spoiled her as a sister.

Does it mean that she and the Song family do not have a death list for the time being?

If she could stay so harmonious, maybe she could spare him......

In his thoughts, when the carriage passed by Wen's house, Song Zhao specially picked up Wen Nuo and went with him.

"Zhao Zhao'er, are you really going? There will be a lot of ladies waiting to see your jokes today. ”

The ladies in Beijing are of similar age, and behind them are huge families, and it is common for them to eat tea and banquets on weekdays and compare their strength.

And Song Zhao, who was born noble and ignorant of knowledge, inevitably became the object of everyone's contempt.

Wen Nuo was very melancholy and picked up a flower cake to nibble.

In fact, she knows best that Zhao Zhao is not a straw bag, but that Zhao Zhao doesn't want to learn.

Song Zhao propped his chin and replied lazily, "Rumors stop at the wise." ”

"But it's not just retarded." Wen Nuo's words were amazing.

Song Zhao smiled.

Glutinous is the real wisdom and foolishness.

She took a sip of tea, "So you have to speak with facts." ”

Wen Nuo tilted her head.

The sister seemed to be very sure.

She was momentarily stunned, and then said, "Zhaozhao, why are you getting better and better, and your skin is much better." Hey, you actually use the fat powder of the national color! That's the best stuff! ”

The national color is fragrant, it is a new fat powder shop recently, and the fat powder spices sold in it are delicate and expensive, and the effect on the face is excellent.

Not only does it perfectly conceal skin imperfections, but it also takes care of the skin.

But it's huge.

"Do you like it? I've brought you some too. Song Zhao pushed over a basket.

Inside are all rouge gouache produced by the national color Shengxiang.

"Wow! So much, so much, Zhao Zhao is so rich! Wen Nuo was overjoyed, but he didn't ask Song Zhao how he came.

Song Zhao coughed lightly, "I have a friend who works in Guose, and you don't need money to buy it, just look for me when you run out of it in the future!" ”

"Zhaozhao, you are really my good sister, I have a bite to eat in the future, and I will have yours!"

Wen Nuo took out a paper bag containing the sauce elbow from his cuff and stuffed it into Song Zhao's hand.

Song Zhao,". "Not necessarily.